Chapter 39 second quarter

Meade III invited Sir Hunter and several men who were equally aristocratic to sit on the side of the rostrum, took out a stack of papers and began to read their names, but asked people to come up to draw numbers. One after another, magicians come to the stage to draw numbers. The colored balls can be broken open, and there is a note inside, which says A1, A2, B1, B2, C1, C2 in English plus numbers, and the magicians who are drawn to Group A Teacher, put the note into the small basket in the hands of half-naked girls standing in a row behind them with a letter A on their head.Meide III kept talking happily, and there was a huge cardboard on the other side of the rostrum, and someone wrote the names of people on the cardboard.

Many magicians come to the stage to take out colored balls. I don’t know whether it’s a habit or a deliberate show off. The ball kept rolling back and forth in the palm of the hand, but it didn't open, and the note was taken out as soon as the hand patted the colored ball; some put the colored ball on the chest, and seemed to slowly press the colored ball into the chest.Of course, in this way, if you want to be different from the former, but also reflect your own level, it will be more difficult as you go forward. Many people wanted to show off, but they had no choice but to give up after seeing this situation.

The black man dressed as an African priest came up and took out a ball from the glass jar. He held up the colored ball, squeaked a few times, and broke the colored ball apart in the air. A big toad jumped out of the colored ball unexpectedly. When he came out, the beauties on the rostrum screamed in fright.Satisfied, the black priest grabbed the toad and did an incredible thing. He stuffed the toad into his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp. He also stuck out his big tongue to show everyone that he had indeed eaten it. Singing and dancing on the rostrum.Mead III hurriedly yelled who brought him here, a black man in a suit squeezed up and yelled at the black priest on the stage, the black priest stopped dancing, stretched out his big tongue, and stuck a note on his tongue, It was the one with the number written in the colored ball.The black priest tore off the note from his tongue and fortified it to Meide III, who dared not take it, and was chased by the black priest. Everyone in the audience thought it was both disgusting and funny, and they kept laughing.Fortunately, the black guy in a suit came up and dragged the black priest away, and that was all.

There was also a bald-headed Japanese man, whose behavior was even more unacceptable. He took out the colored balls, held them around the rostrum with a rigid face, and then stuffed the colored balls in his mouth as if he was lucky, " "Gudong" swallowed it, and then opened his mouth wide to indicate that there was nothing in his mouth. Swallowing such a big colored ball is absolutely impossible for very human beings, but everyone in the audience booed and made thumbs down gestures , indicating that this is not magic, but the several warriors accompanied by the bald Japanese yelled and yelled, acting extremely excited, like crazy.The bald-headed Japanese yelled hahahaha, snorted, and a small piece of paper came out of his nostril. He pulled the paper out of his nostril with his hand, and rubbed his nose as he spoke. , unfolded the wet note to Meide III and everyone to see, and yelled in a weird English accent: "Urgent! Love it! (G8)"

Although the lottery ceremony was long and slow, it was not a lot of fun. Magicians from all over the world appeared on the stage one by one. Even if they didn’t show off their magic skills, they would come up with unique ways of appearing on the stage, which would deepen people’s impression of him. None of the magicians are willing to leave, not only to know who their future opponents are, but also to familiarize themselves with their performance styles. Foreigners don't like to hide their secrets like Chinese people. They are more open-minded, brave to express and dare to make breakthroughs. The rapid development of Western magic may be closely related to this personality.

When Meide III pronounced a name——Bailey (Bailey), the crowd erupted in cheers, and saw a tall and thin foreigner standing up from the audience. He had deep eyes and was in his thirties. She exudes an indescribable mysterious charm.The crowd immediately and automatically split into two sides, making way for Pele to get to the rostrum. Many people applauded him, and more people looked at the magician curiously. Bailey, a magician, is almost a well-known figure in the UK. He has his own magic theater. In recent years, he has created several large-scale magic tricks that have made him famous.Because Bailey always wears a blindfold when performing magic tricks, not many people have seen his real body, so he is also called "Masked Bailey".Many people only heard his name and failed to see his true face. Bailey appeared on the stage without a mask, which inevitably attracted envious and amazed eyes from countless Western magicians.

Bailey's behavior was very decent, under the cheers of the crowd, he did not show pride, on the contrary, he was very modest and smiled, took off his top hat and kept saluting to the colleagues on both sides, and walked slowly towards the rostrum. Li Yi stood on tiptoe to look at him vigorously, and couldn't help saying to Zhang Xian: "Master, it seems that this is a master! So many people know him, give him credit." Zhang Xian nodded, didn't speak, just watched Bailey's every move attentively. Bailey walked up to the rostrum. Sir Hunter and the other nobles on the rostrum were obviously more polite to Bailey. They stood up and said hello to Bailey. It is estimated that Bailey is the favorite to win the championship in their hearts.Bailey returned the salutes one by one in a gentlemanly manner, and did not go forward to greet each other.This is the case in Western culture, especially the culture of British gentlemen. Relatively "everyone is equal" in the upper class, there is no need to deliberately flatter. If you show flattery and flattery, you will be looked down upon instead.It's different in China. If someone like Duan Shizhang comes forward, if you don't put on a cowardly and submissive look, you may get into trouble and be called disrespectful.

Bailey and Meide III shook hands, Meide III and Bailey were familiar, hugged each other and patted each other on the shoulder.Bailey smiled and reached into the glass jar for a stir, took out a colored ball from it, and held it in his hand to signal to everyone, but he didn't open it immediately. Some people in the audience speculated that Bailey was going to perform magic tricks, and soon fell silent. Bailey held a colored ball in his right hand and raised it in the air. He stretched out his left hand and pulled the sleeve of his right hand to expose his wrist. Pointing to the colored ball, he shook it with his right hand out of thin air. When he stopped, he was actually not one colored ball in his hand, but two colored balls.

The audience was full of amazement, but they were all the entourage who came with the magician, and no one made a sound for the real magician, and watched with wide-eyed eyes. Bailey showed the two colored balls in his hand to the crowd to watch, smiled, stretched out his left hand to pull the sleeve again, held the two colored balls with his right hand, and signaled to everyone that there was nothing else in their hands . Bailey shook one hand again, swiped it, and there were already three colored balls in his hand. This was not over yet, Bailey shook again, and four colored balls appeared in his hand. No one saw how Bailey made it. The four colored balls were taken out of the glass jar, and no one saw Bailey gradually conjure four colored balls with one hand.

This time the audience couldn't bear it, and the magicians all applauded. Bailey chuckled and threw three of the four colored balls back into the glass jar. He thought it was over, but Bailey made a shh gesture, crossed his hands in the air, and brushed them apart. Three more colored balls appeared in the left and right hands. The audience applauded thunderously.Sir Hunter and others sitting on the rostrum also stood up and applauded. Bailey threw the extra colored balls into the glass jar, leaving only one in his hand, and bowed deeply to the audience. Li Yiqing couldn't help applauding, and sighed: "This man is amazing!" Cao wanted to shout "Hello" a few times before, but remembering that he was in England, he forcibly held back and clapped loudly.

Li Yi turned his head and saw that Zhang Xian was also applauding lightly, and said, "Master, it seems that this foreign devil is very popular! He's here for the champion." Zhang Xian nodded and said, "That's what makes it interesting." Bailey opened the ball and showed the note to everyone, it was number C12.The magicians who were drawn to group C all looked sad, and the magicians in other groups expressed their gratitude. Bailey thanked everyone on the podium, stepped off the podium, and returned to the crowd. Immediately, there were a few who didn't know if they were reporters or admirers. The audience surrounded him, asking this and that, and a bunch of people walked away. The lottery was still going on. Seeing that there were fewer and fewer colored balls in the glass jar, Zhao Chengxu, Li Yi, and Cao Qian were really impatient. Why couldn't Zhang Xian be called? At this time, Mai De III on the stage read: "Please, Zhang Xian, China!" As soon as Maide III finished reading, a mocking face appeared on his face, and he said with a smile in Chinese and English: "Oh! Chinese! Chinese! Pigtail! Welcome to Greater London!" Med III's self-righteous humor was recognized by many foreigners, and the crowd burst out laughing, and they all looked at Zhang Xian and the others. Zhao Chengxu was furious when he heard this, his face flushed red. The word "pigtail" originally means pig's tail, but it is a very impolite and extremely contemptuous word used by Western powers to ridicule Chinese people for wearing pigtails. Chinese people are therefore Chinese pigs. Zhao Chengxu wanted to yell at him, but Zhang Xian pulled him back, took a deep look at him, and stopped him from swearing immediately. Zhao Chengxu held back his anger, and stared fiercely at Mai De III on the stage. Mai De III shrugged his shoulders with a playful smile, and didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did. Zhang Xian clasped his fists around and walked towards the rostrum, the crowd whispered, mixed with bursts of wretched smirks.It was the first time for the Chinese to participate in the World Magic Conference, and they received such "courteous reception". They had to lament the tragic fact that if the country is poor and weak, the people will also be discriminated against. Li Yi and Cao Qian didn't understand English. Seeing that Zhang Xian had left, they pulled Zhao Chengxu to ask what happened just now. Zhao Chengxu was shaking with anger, and bit his lips tightly, unwilling to explain to Li Yi and Cao Qian the great humiliation they had just suffered. Zhang Xian stepped onto the rostrum and nodded to Sir Hunter and the other nobles.Sir Hunter didn't think it was inappropriate when Maide III insulted the Chinese just now. Instead, he laughed with the others. Seeing Zhang Xian gesturing to him, he put away his smile, turned his head to Zhang Xian and nodded politely in return. When Sir Hunter met Zhang Xian's eyes, he was slightly taken aback, feeling that there were countless words to say in the eyes of this magician from China, and his heart trembled. Why did this Chinese look familiar, but he couldn't remember where he was? Where have I seen it. Zhang Xian smiled lightly, turned around and walked towards the glass jar. Sir Hunter involuntarily made a gesture of invitation, never daring to underestimate Zhang Xian, put away his smile, and looked at Zhang Xian unblinkingly with a pair of blue eyes. Zhang Xian pulled up his sleeves and took out a colored ball from inside, ignoring the clown-like Meide III next to him. Zhang Xian picked up the colored ball, pinched it in his hand and looked at it, then turned to look at Mai De III, and said softly in English: "Mr. Mai De, please help me open it." Mai De III did not expect Zhang Xian to speak English, but was taken aback.As the host, he couldn't refuse Zhang Xian's request, so he took the colored ball in Zhang Xian's hand suspiciously, and wanted to break it apart as soon as he broke his hands. Meide III exerted all his strength, and logically he should have opened it, but the colored ball remained motionless as if it had been welded. Med III put more effort into it, but still couldn't open it. He is a talk show performer with rich expressions. Now that he couldn't open it, he felt a little flustered, and a surprised expression appeared on his face. People from all over the world thought that Zhang Xian took the ball and left, but they didn't care. They talked to each other about other things as if Zhang Xian didn't exist. What went wrong. Zhang Xian snorted softly, and said to Maid III in English: "Mr. Maid, what's the matter? Have you encountered any problems?" Meide III found it even more strange, he hadn't felt that Zhang Xian was teasing him, and he just kept breaking the colored balls apart, but he did all the weird and ugly things, shook his head, kicked his legs and stomped his feet, but he still couldn't do anything to this seemingly normal colored ball. ball. Some people began to laugh in the audience. Hearing the laughter, Meide III understood that it was meant to ridicule him.But he has been forced by Zhang Xian, unable to get off the stage, he can only think about breaking the colored balls in his hand quickly. The harder Meide III worked, the louder his laughter became, and finally he roared with laughter. When Zhao Chengxu, Li Yi, and Cao Qian saw Mai De III's ugliness, they all laughed contentedly. It must be Zhang Xian's good deed to teach Mai De III a lesson. Med III finally took a few bites with his teeth, but the colored ball still could not be broken apart. Med III couldn't bear the roar of laughter below, so he had to beg for mercy and said to Zhang Xian: "Mr. Zhang, this ball may be broken, why don't you change it?" Zhang Xian replied in English: "Is it broken? Let me see?" Maide III returned the colored ball to Zhang Xian with a bitter face, and Zhang Xian took it in his hand and broke the colored ball apart with a light touch.