Huadu macho

Five yuan and ten yuan may not seem like much, but if multiplied by the huge flow of people in this square night market, this amount is quite considerable.

In just one hour, at least nearly a hundred people threw money in this circle, ranging from five or ten yuan to as many as 23 yuan, and a man who was drunk directly threw 200 yuan into it domineeringly.

It is conservatively estimated that Li Mengnan scammed these people for at least 1000 yuan... Of course, these people were cheated willingly.

"Brother, your magic skills are really good. Alas, it's a pity that I don't have this skill."

The middle-aged woman stall owner let out a long sigh with emotion, and there was a little envy in her eyes. She sells stewed dumplings from morning to night, and catches up with Saturdays and Sundays when there are many people. A rag, sitting here for an hour can catch up with her daily turnover.

"Okay, it's almost time to pay the bill and leave quickly. What are you planning to earn for the tuition?" Wu Ansu urged impatiently, yawning. She was tired after working all day, and she was not in the mood to accompany Li Mengnan. Let's continue playing here.

"A juggler has a beginning and an end. You can only make things disappear. You're not a magician, that's a thief..."

Li Mengnan stretched his waist, counting the time, he felt that it was about the same time, if it took any more time, the curiosity of the audience should be worn away, it was time for the final step.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion behind the crowd of onlookers. Two strong men in black suits pushed through the crowd to clear a passage, revealing a middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man has a very magical retro temperament. There are two elegant mustaches on the corners of his mouth. The cigar has the style of the gangster godfather in the 70s and [-]s, just like Marlon Brando back then.

Behind him, a middle-aged woman with the appearance of a secretary moved a mat for her. The middle-aged man Da Ma Jindao sat in front of Li Mengnan without making a sound, just staring straight at Li Mengnan's face.

"Are you a magician?"

"I'd rather you call me a juggler."

"Is there any difference?"

"Even if you call it that, it's the essence of deception, but juggling is deceiving for the sake of making people happy, and magic is deceiving for the sake of deceiving."

"I don't know why, but it seems to be very powerful."

The middle-aged man raised his hand and gestured behind him. The woman who looked like a secretary immediately handed over a brown paper bag. The middle-aged man turned the paper bag over with his backhand, and bundles of unopened hundred-yuan bills fell into the soy sauce circle one after another.

The heroic gesture of the middle-aged man immediately drew exclamations from the onlookers.

"This is 10 yuan. I just took it from the bank." The middle-aged man rolled up the cowhide bag in his hand and threw it aside. come out."

The middle-aged man's voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone in the front row to hear clearly, and the surrounding audience couldn't help but sweat for Li Mengnan.

Everyone knew that Li Mengnan was just a magician and not a fairy, and the money swallowed by the "cornucopia" was just hidden somewhere on his body in a way that ordinary people could not understand.

It's midsummer right now, and the clothes are thin. It doesn't matter if you hide a thousand yuan, but this middle-aged man has 10 yuan in his hands. The stack is almost the size of an old-fashioned radio. No matter where you hide it, you will definitely be seen.

This middle-aged man is not here to watch magic, he is here to kick the field...

Li Mengnan couldn't help squinting his eyes, picked up a stack of [-] yuan banknotes, flicked them twice with his fingers, and sneered: "Is it great to be rich? Can you do anything if you have money? For people like you, I just want to Let’s say a word—local tyrants, let’s be friends!”

The stern reprimand turned into a smile in an instant. It felt like a heroic and unyielding revolutionary who was facing the enemy's bayonet one second, and turned into a dog leg of a "Taijun" in the next second. Traitor, the strong contrast made the onlookers stunned for a few seconds, and then burst into laughter.

"You are very interesting." The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth curled up slightly, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes. "If you can make all the money disappear, I can agree to your request."

"I remembered—!"

Wu Ansu thought this middle-aged man looked familiar before, but she didn't suddenly remember who this man was until he showed that signature smile.

Brando, a tycoon in the entertainment industry in Sanshan City, owns the largest "Godfather" nightclub in the city, and also owns a film and television entertainment company, which has made several first- and second-tier stars popular in recent years. For a while the limelight was in full swing.

Of course, this person’s real name is not the case. It was originally Bai Shuanzhu, a very down-to-earth name. Because he liked Marlon Brando’s "The Godfather" so much, he changed his name to Brando. The naming is also evident.

According to gossip rumors, Brando is not addicted to tobacco, alcohol and sex, but he has a special liking for magic. He not only signed a domestic first-line magician at a high price to perform in the "Godfather" nightclub, but also spent time and time again. At a high price, well-known magicians from home and abroad are invited to perform on stage.

From this point of view, it is reasonable that this person would be interested in Li Mengnan.

There has never been a street magician like Li Mengnan in Sanshan City. Coupled with Brando's bold spending of thousands of dollars, the news of such a shocking gamble quickly spread throughout the square night market. The small stewed stall was surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside, and even many stall owners put down their business and rushed over to watch the excitement.

"Li Mengnan, can you do it? Don't force it."

Although Wu Ansu doesn't know magic tricks, but compared with the volume, he doesn't believe that Li Mengnan can hide the 10 yuan without anyone noticing, so he can't help but worry about him.

"A man can say no, but never say no."

Wu Ansu suddenly found that Li Mengnan in front of him seemed to be a little different, and his cynical eyes gradually became as sharp as an eagle owl.

That is a strong fighting spirit aroused by challenges, and only those who have great confidence in themselves will have such eyes.

Li Mengnan stacked ten stacks of Huaxia coins neatly together - because they are all new banknotes, they are only ten centimeters thick together, but they are flat and stable.

"Aren't you taking the money apart?"

Brando seemed a little surprised. As a magic lover, he also knew some principles.The smaller and lighter the props used, the easier it is to perform this kind of disappearing magic that only relies on technique. Because of this, the most commonly used props by magicians are often small objects such as playing cards and coins.

And once it exceeds a certain size and weight, it can only be completed with the help of specific magic props, such as magic boxes, top hats, etc., and the visual effect will be greatly reduced.

The seemingly ordinary boy in front of him doesn't seem to intend to use any auxiliary props. Could it be that he can really complete this disappearing magic with just tricks?Five yuan and ten yuan may not seem like much, but if multiplied by the huge flow of people in this square night market, this amount is quite considerable.

In just one hour, at least nearly a hundred people threw money in this circle, ranging from five or ten yuan to as many as 23 yuan, and a man who was drunk directly threw 200 yuan into it domineeringly.

It is conservatively estimated that Li Mengnan scammed these people for at least 1000 yuan... Of course, these people were cheated willingly.

"Brother, your magic skills are really good. Alas, it's a pity that I don't have this skill."

The middle-aged woman stall owner let out a long sigh with emotion, and there was a little envy in her eyes. She sells stewed dumplings from morning to night, and catches up with Saturdays and Sundays when there are many people. A rag, sitting here for an hour can catch up with her daily turnover.

"Okay, it's almost time to pay the bill and leave quickly. What are you planning to earn for the tuition?" Wu Ansu urged impatiently, yawning. She was tired after working all day, and she was not in the mood to accompany Li Mengnan. Let's continue playing here.

"A juggler has a beginning and an end. You can only make things disappear. You're not a magician, that's a thief..."

Li Mengnan stretched his waist, counting the time, he felt that it was about the same time, if it took any more time, the curiosity of the audience should be worn away, it was time for the final step.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion behind the crowd of onlookers. Two strong men in black suits pushed through the crowd to clear a passage, revealing a middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man has a very magical retro temperament. There are two elegant mustaches on the corners of his mouth. The cigar has the style of the gangster godfather in the 70s and [-]s, just like Marlon Brando back then.

Behind him, a middle-aged woman with the appearance of a secretary moved a mat for her. The middle-aged man Da Ma Jindao sat in front of Li Mengnan without making a sound, just staring straight at Li Mengnan's face.

"Are you a magician?"

"I'd rather you call me a juggler."

"Is there any difference?"

"Even if you call it that, it's the essence of deception, but juggling is deceiving for the sake of making people happy, and magic is deceiving for the sake of deceiving."

"I don't know why, but it seems to be very powerful."

The middle-aged man raised his hand and gestured behind him. The woman who looked like a secretary immediately handed over a brown paper bag. The middle-aged man turned the paper bag over with his backhand, and bundles of unopened hundred-yuan bills fell into the soy sauce circle one after another.

The heroic gesture of the middle-aged man immediately drew exclamations from the onlookers.

"This is 10 yuan. I just took it from the bank." The middle-aged man rolled up the cowhide bag in his hand and threw it aside. come out."

The middle-aged man's voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone in the front row to hear clearly, and the surrounding audience couldn't help but sweat for Li Mengnan.

Everyone knew that Li Mengnan was just a magician and not a fairy, and the money swallowed by the "cornucopia" was just hidden somewhere on his body in a way that ordinary people could not understand.

It's midsummer right now, and the clothes are thin. It doesn't matter if you hide a thousand yuan, but this middle-aged man has 10 yuan in his hands. The stack is almost the size of an old-fashioned radio. No matter where you hide it, you will definitely be seen.

This middle-aged man is not here to watch magic, he is here to kick the field...

Li Mengnan couldn't help squinting his eyes, picked up a stack of [-] yuan banknotes, flicked them twice with his fingers, and sneered: "Is it great to be rich? Can you do anything if you have money? For people like you, I just want to Let’s say a word—local tyrants, let’s be friends!”

The stern reprimand turned into a smile in an instant. It felt like a heroic and unyielding revolutionary who was facing the enemy's bayonet one second, and turned into a dog leg of a "Taijun" in the next second. Traitor, the strong contrast made the onlookers stunned for a few seconds, and then burst into laughter.

"You are very interesting." The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth curled up slightly, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes. "If you can make all the money disappear, I can agree to your request."

"I remembered—!"

Wu Ansu thought this middle-aged man looked familiar before, but she didn't suddenly remember who this man was until he showed that signature smile.

Brando, a tycoon in the entertainment industry in Sanshan City, owns the largest "Godfather" nightclub in the city, and also owns a film and television entertainment company, which has made several first- and second-tier stars popular in recent years. For a while the limelight was in full swing.

Of course, this person’s real name is not the case. It was originally Bai Shuanzhu, a very down-to-earth name. Because he liked Marlon Brando’s "The Godfather" so much, he changed his name to Brando. The naming is also evident.

According to gossip rumors, Brando is not addicted to tobacco, alcohol and sex, but he has a special liking for magic. He not only signed a domestic first-line magician at a high price to perform in the "Godfather" nightclub, but also spent time and time again. At a high price, well-known magicians from home and abroad are invited to perform on stage.

From this point of view, it is reasonable that this person would be interested in Li Mengnan.

There has never been a street magician like Li Mengnan in Sanshan City. Coupled with Brando's bold spending of thousands of dollars, the news of such a shocking gamble quickly spread throughout the square night market. The small stewed stall was surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside, and even many stall owners put down their business and rushed over to watch the excitement.

"Li Mengnan, can you do it? Don't force it."

Although Wu Ansu doesn't know magic tricks, but compared with the volume, he doesn't believe that Li Mengnan can hide the 10 yuan without anyone noticing, so he can't help but worry about him.

"A man can say no, but never say no."

Wu Ansu suddenly found that Li Mengnan in front of him seemed to be a little different, and his cynical eyes gradually became as sharp as an eagle owl.

That is a strong fighting spirit aroused by challenges, and only those who have great confidence in themselves will have such eyes.

Li Mengnan stacked ten stacks of Huaxia coins neatly together - because they are all new banknotes, they are only ten centimeters thick together, but they are flat and stable.

"Aren't you taking the money apart?"

Brando seemed a little surprised. As a magic lover, he also knew some principles.The smaller and lighter the props used, the easier it is to perform this kind of disappearing magic that only relies on technique. Because of this, the most commonly used props by magicians are often small objects such as playing cards and coins.

And once it exceeds a certain size and weight, it can only be completed with the help of specific magic props, such as magic boxes, top hats, etc., and the visual effect will be greatly reduced.

The seemingly ordinary boy in front of him doesn't seem to intend to use any auxiliary props. Could it be that he can really complete this disappearing magic with just tricks?