City, I'm not a magician

While Liu Yang was thinking about how to repay Su Qing, Su Qing was thinking about what magic he would perform later.

Although the previous magic had been reported, it was the kind of magic that used visual illusions and props.

But now he is a magician, how could he still play those simple operations?

If you want to play, do something big!

Play something different!

Just like Mr. Ma who doesn't like money and has never touched money.

Look at what others are playing?

Concerts!

Filming movies!

Although he uses money!

It didn't take long for Su Qing to think about what magic he should perform!

It stands to reason that if you change the program on the spot, you should tell Boss Wang.

But Su Qing doesn't want to say it now.

Because in his memory, Boss Wang is a very cautious person and will not agree easily!

So let's talk about it later when we go on stage!

Soon, the time came to eight o'clock in the evening, and the audience was already full.

But there were more children.

After all, it was a circus...

Su Qing's program was ranked third.

The first two were relatively clichéd opening programs.

Soon, Su Qing, who was waiting to go on stage backstage, heard the host's voice on the stage.

"Next, there will be a magic show that will shock everyone!"

"Let us welcome our chief magician—Su Qing!"

""Everyone, please give me a round of applause!"

There was a sparse applause from the audience.

After all, magic is a very common thing in today's society.

Maybe anyone knows a few ways to perform magic.

People... are more interested in unknown things. They seem to be a little bored with known things.

But Su Qing didn't care.

His magic will definitely blow up the whole audience!

He had already put on the British clothes he bought today, a decent suit, a hat, leather shoes, and a wooden cane.

He pulled down the brim of his hat slightly, looking mysterious.

According to the previous way of appearance, Su Qing stood on the elevator from the stage.

The stage was instantly filled with white mist, and he slowly rose in the smoke.……

"Wow!!!"

"Isn’t this a very stylish appearance?!"

"Dad, I want to be a magician like this, is that okay?"

"Your father is also a magician.……"

"If your father had this ability back then, how could he have married your mother?"

"……"

"……"

Listening to the praises from the audience, Su Qing's face remained calm, like a gentleman who was not easily surprised by praise or criticism.

His magnetic voice, with the help of the microphone, instantly covered the entire stadium.

"Thank you for your compliments."

Then, he gently took off his hat, held it in front of his chest, and bent down slightly.

The whole person exuded a strong gentleman style.

Then, he put his hat back on.

His every move was calm and unhurried.

However, Boss Wang in the audience was almost crazy.

Although Boss Wang was only 1.2 meters tall, no one dared to ignore his anger. After all, he was the owner of this circus!

"Oh shit!"

"Who the hell gave Su Qing such a way to appear?"

"Doesn’t dry ice cost money?"

"ah?!!!"

"Is the circus your home? You can do whatever you want?"

"Where are the props?"

"……"

The reason why Boss Wang was angry was very simple, it was just because of Su Qing's appearance.

According to common sense, if you want to appear in such a way, you naturally need dry ice to create artificial smoke.

Su Qing knew that Boss Wang, this stingy guy, would definitely not use dry ice for him. After all, Qingshan City is just a small place, not at the level of using dry ice!

So Su Qing prepared two buckets of water under the stage before going on stage!

The white fog on the stage was naturally formed by Su Qing controlling the water!

But the stingy Boss Wang mistakenly thought that dry ice was used...

Just when Boss Wang was angry off the stage, Su Qing's voice rang out again.

"You may think that this white mist is just to make my appearance more gorgeous."

"But I want to tell you……"

"These white mists are my props!"

""It's the prop I use to perform magic for you!"

Su Qing's words instantly attracted the attention of all the audience.

Props?

Aren't props those specially made tools?

Since when can white mist become a prop?

This kind of thing can be seen but not touched...

However, Su Qing stopped talking.

He nodded slightly, leaned on the cane with his left hand, and raised his right hand naturally, with the palm facing up.

Just as he raised his right hand, there seemed to be a gust of wind on the stage.

Although the audience did not feel the wind.

But the white mist on the stage was moving at the wind!

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