Chapter 47 first quarter

The final of the World Magic Conference was held at the Wallace Theater as scheduled! The entrance of the Wallace Hotel was as lively as a feast for the British royal family. The bright red carpet was spread from the hotel lobby to the street. The media from all over the world were crowded on both sides, and the spotlights flickered.The top celebrities of the Western world gather here, walking down the red carpet and entering the hotel lobby in couples.The Crown Prince of the United Kingdom came in person, the House of Representatives of the U.S. Congress came from a long way, the Spanish Royal Princess, the Dutch Princess, and the Danish Prince all made people feel delusional. Who is the protagonist?Is this the final of a magic contest, or a grand royal party?

Hundreds of distinguished guests, dressed gorgeously, took their seats in the theater one after another, chatting and laughing endlessly, making a lot of noise. On the contrary, the backstage of the theater was unusually quiet, in stark contrast to the liveliness of the theater.The twenty finalists either bowed their heads in thought, or paced back and forth, or were slightly anxious, or silently inspected the props, no one spoke, and no one ran around. Zhang Xian sat in the corner, unusually quiet, even expressionless, a coin flipped quickly between his fingers, from the back of his hand to the palm, and then from the palm of the hand to the back of the hand, as if the coin was firmly attracted to him by a magnetic force hands.

Bailey was sitting on a chair not far from Zhang Xian. He flicked a coin into the air with his right finger, without looking at it. With a wave of his hand, he held the coin in the air with his right finger. With a flick of his finger, the coin fell into the air. The left hand was thrown into the air again, and it was also clamped with the fingers of the left hand and thrown back to the right hand. Both of them were playing on their own, without even making eye contact. The silence in the backstage was disturbed by the sound of hurried footsteps, and the big-nosed registrar ran into the backstage, looked around, and rushed towards Zhang Xian.

The registrar bowed to Zhang Xianyi with a look of embarrassment on his face, and asked very politely: "Mr. Zhang, do you think of anything that needs assistance now? Lighting? Set? Moving? Music?" Zhang Xian smiled slightly and shook his head. The registrar's nose was flushed with anxiety, and he said hurriedly: "Mr. Zhang, you must still be angry with me. If you still don't need the theater's help, I will be fired." Zhang Xian shook his head and said softly: "Thank you. But, this is your business. I don't need any help, can you stop disturbing me?"

The registrar almost cried, but he had no choice but to leave in despair. Standing beside Zhang Xian, Cao Qian, Li Yi, and Zhao Chengxu felt great joy in their hearts seeing the embarrassed look of the registrar. Cao Qian snorted, "You were proud of the past! Mother's foreign devil, you have today." Zhang Xian raised his head and said to the registrar's downcast back, "Wait a minute!" The registrar was shocked, and immediately jumped over, as if picking up a life-saving herb, he wished he could step back in front of Zhang Xian.The registrar had firmly held the pen and paper in his hand, looked at Zhang Xian eagerly, and said, "Mr. Zhang, do you need help?"

Zhang Xian nodded and said, "I remembered, please follow my assistant's arrangement and turn off all the lights on the stage in the middle of the performance, and then light up a third." The registrar recorded quickly, raised his head, and asked, "Is there anything else I need?" Zhang Xian said: "No more." The registrar took a breath, thanked him repeatedly, and planned to leave with a little regret. Zhang Xian looked at the registrar and said clearly: "Please remember that all people are equal, and magic has no national boundaries." The registrar lowered his head and said with shame on his face: "Yes, sir! I sincerely apologize for my ignorance."

The registrar stepped aside and walked away quickly. Zhao Chengxu took a step forward and said, "Mr. Zhang, you don't need to forgive this kind of rascal. Just let him be fired. There are many staff members in the conference, and no one dares to neglect the finalists." Zhang Xian smiled and said, "Just teach him a lesson. We also need to behave like a big country. I think he will be obedient." Zhang Xian turned his head and said to Li Yi: "Li Yi, do you remember what I told you? When do you turn off the lights and when do you turn them on?" Li Yi nodded fiercely: "I remember! Master, don't worry."

Zhang Xian said: "Mr. Zhao, please take Li Yi to the lighting control room for the last time. I don't want to make any mistakes." The lighting control room is not in the background, but obliquely above the front of the stage. From the small window in the room, you can just see the whole stage. The reason why magicians dare to perform their finale magic at the World Magic Conference is not only because the World Magic Conference can bring them great honor, but also because the World Magic Conference respects the secrets held by magicians.After the magic show begins, no staff are allowed to exist on both sides of the stage and above the stage.The opening and closing of the curtain, the raising and lowering of the background, etc., are all operated by the electric mechanical system.Several staff members in the lighting control room can complete everything.

In the eyes of the Chinese at the time, this was unimaginable, but in Britain in the 1920s, it was not unusual, or even new.Airplanes have taken to the sky, submarines are swimming under the sea, and the United States is frantically building skyscrapers. Heavy machinery, household appliances, high-speed racing cars, and precision instruments have been widely used in the Western world. In the 1920s, the Western world had already left China far behind in terms of science and technology, while most Chinese were still chewing on the tasteless residue of the Four Books and Five Classics, following the pedantic teachings of their ancestors, and performing the despicable art of imperial power Ugly.

But the wisdom of the Chinese cannot be surpassed easily, just like Zhang Xian who calmly arranges everything. Everything was arranged, the lights in the Wallace Theater dimmed, the spotlight hit the stage, and the master of ceremonies came onto the stage and announced the start of the finals. The theater was full of seats, and the thirty judges in the front row had already sat down one by one. The applause rang out, and everyone was waiting for a miracle to happen. The curtain slowly opened, the first magician to play made his debut, and the game officially began. Time passed by every minute and every magician on stage performed very successfully, and the applause, laughter, and exclamation from the theater could be continuously heard in the background, each time getting louder and louder.

The magicians returned to the backstage, pumping their fists and feet excitedly, hugging and kissing their assistants to celebrate the victory.For some magicians, being able to participate in the final is success, and they don't care whether they can win the championship, second and third place. In fact, Zhang Xian didn't care about the final ranking at all, but he had to prove his strength in front of the British, and he was ready to perform the most shocking magic in the final. The master of ceremonies shouted triumphantly on the stage: "Dear gentlemen and girls, the next magician who will appear on the stage is from London, England!" Someone in the audience shouted: "Oh! The great magician Pele! He is the champion!" "Bailey! Bailey!" Many people in the audience shouted in unison, which shows Bailey's status in the British magic world. The master of ceremonies said loudly: "YES! It is Bailey! This great, young, handsome, and mysterious magician has created countless magic miracles. Today, he will bring us a performance that he has never performed in public. Magic! Let us look forward to the birth of a new miracle!" "Bailey! Bailey!" The audience shouted Bailey's name frantically. The curtain opened, and seven or eight beauties with colorful makeup jumped out from both sides of the stage with the sound of music, clustered in front of a metal high platform, and there was a huge iron cage on the high platform, but Bailey was nowhere to be seen. The music stopped suddenly, and there was a "click", and the iron cage seemed to be charged with strong electricity, and the flashes drawn by the current ran around in the iron cage, rattling. There was another loud sound of "bang", and the iron cage was full of flames, shaking people's eyes, and in an instant, a figure suddenly flashed out of the lightning, and the arc drawn by the current swept across his body. The scene was shocking.