Chapter 50 fourth quarter

Zhang Xian lifted his hand out of the bag and said weakly, "Li Yi, put it away." Li Yi nodded repeatedly, tightened the bag, carefully stuffed it into the satchel, and locked the leather buckle. Zhao Chengxu couldn't figure it out, when did Zhang Xian have so many heavy metal objects in his sleeves, he never noticed.Zhao Chengxu was a little ashamed, and asked in a low voice: "Zhang Xian, how is the performance? You should tell me, or I will die of anxiety." Li Yi said: "Lao Zhao, you will never forget my master's magic after watching it." Zhang Xian waved his hand, interrupted Li Yi's words, and said, "There are still some regrets! If you say you missed it, it's considered a mistake. Come on, Li Yi, help me up, let's go back, I'm very tired."

Li Yi hurried forward to support Zhang Xian, but he touched Zhang Xian's back, frowned, and said, "Master, you are sweating all over." Zhang Xian nodded and said, "I'm tired! I'm exhausted now! Let's go, I don't want to stay here for long." Cao Qian stepped forward to help, and did not forget to give Zhao Chengxu a hard look. Zhao Chengxu stood there blankly for a moment, and hurriedly followed. The four left the Wallace Theater in silence. After the finals, dozens of spectators and judges flooded into the backstage warehouse, followed by a large number of reporters. They looked around, as if they were looking for someone.

Some people randomly grabbed some magician assistants who were left behind to count items at the end, and asked one after another, "Have you seen that Chinese man?" The assistants replied in a panic: "I didn't see it! They seem to have left!" These people searched indiscriminately, but found nothing, Zhang Xian left here long ago. Sir Hunter stepped out from the crowd and said loudly: "Gentlemen! Dear gentlemen! I think we should not be too curious! Please leave here, there is a ball waiting for you in the lobby of Wallace Hotel! Thank you! Please leave here!"

The crowd couldn't find Zhang Xian, and left the backstage warehouse angrily. Maybe the Chinese don't understand why foreigners are eager to find Zhang Xian. The reason is very simple. Among the upper classes in the western world, there is an almost crazy worship of flames. All the sins and filth need to be washed away by flames. .Therefore, people who can manipulate flames are sacred existences to them. Late at night, on the streets of London, in a small bar at the end of a narrow alley, only a faint light shines through the window eaves. A man in a suit, windbreaker, and top hat pushed open the door of the bar, lowered the brim of his hat, and walked straight in.

There were only a few drunks in the bar who were still blowing nonsense, and some people tilted their bodies and fell from their chairs to the ground, just like that. The man who walked in sat on the bar and tapped on the table. The obese bar owner came over wiping his glass and said weakly: "Sir, we are going to close soon, you can only have one glass of wine, leave early when you finish." The man looked up and smiled at the bar owner. When the bar owner saw this man, he was stunned, and immediately leaned down and said in a low voice, "Chinese?" This man is none other than Zhang Xian.

Zhang Xian nodded, took out a card from his pocket, put it on the table, and pushed it in front of the bar owner. The bar owner glanced at it, quickly put away the card, and said in a low voice, "Yes! I understand! Please follow me." The owner of the bar led Zhang Xian through several small doors and into a cellar. He walked down the stairs deeper and deeper, and the light became darker and darker. When he reached the end, there was a heavy iron door blocking the way. The owner of the bar knocked on the brass lion on the iron door, a small window opened, and a bright light shone through the iron door, making people unable to keep their eyes open.

The bar owner said to the small window: "Master! The Chinese are here!" The small window closed with a "swipe", and then rattled, the heavy iron door opened, and the dazzling light in the room enveloped Zhang Xian. A blond and blue-eyed young woman came out of the iron gate, smiled at Zhang Xian, and said, "Dear Mr. Zhang, please come in! The master has been waiting for you." Zhang Xian smiled and walked into the room. The iron door closed automatically with a "bang", but the bar owner did not follow in. In front of Zhang Xian was an extremely luxurious hall, with a dazzling array of objects from all over the world, it could hold a world exposition.

The young girl led Zhang Xian through the hall and came to a huge study room. The walls were surrounded by bookshelves densely packed with all kinds of books. In addition, there were many desks in the study room. A variety of strange-shaped metal instruments. "Ah! Mr. Zhang! You are finally here! I have been worried that you will reject me!" A hearty voice came from one side, and a young foreigner in a shirt quickly walked out of a small door. Zhang Xian was not surprised, he smiled and said to this person: "Mr. Bailey, good evening!" Bailey stepped forward, waved the young girl away, reached out to shake Zhang Xian's hand tightly, and said, "I hope I didn't bother you!"

Zhang Xian said: "Mr. Bailey, do you have to meet me in this weird way?" Bailey hurriedly said: "No! No! If it's just me who wants to see you, there are many places we can go, but today someone you know wants to see you, and he doesn't want to show his face in public, so we have to do this." Zhang Xian said, "Who is it?" Bailey said with a smile: "Please allow me to keep it secret first? Please follow me." Bailey led Zhang Xian through the study room, and then up a staircase hanging from the roof, to a huge reception room with a burning fireplace.

On the large sofa by the fireplace, there was a person sitting with his back to Zhang Xian, holding a tall wine glass, tasting red wine. Bailey shouted: "Father! Mr. Zhang is here!" The person sitting on the sofa put down his wine glass, stood up, quickly walked around the sofa, and said hello to Zhang Xian in a very gentlemanly manner: "Mr. Zhang! I am so happy that you can come here!" Zhang Xian had already recognized this person, and said: "Sir Hunter! I really didn't expect it to be you. I am very happy to see you." Sir Hunter asked Zhang Xian to sit down, and the three of them sat around the fireplace.

Bailey fetched a glass for Zhang Xian and poured red wine on it. Zhang Xian was not polite, so he raised the glass and took a shallow sip. Sir Hunter half-jokingly said to Bailey: "Bailey, you shouldn't call me father in front of Mr. Zhang." Bailey blinked and said, "Oh, my dear father, Sir Hunter, I think Mr. Zhang will keep it a secret." The three talked and laughed briefly, and it turned out that Bailey was Sir Hunter's adopted son, not his own flesh and blood. Sir Hunter was no longer as serious as when he was a judge, but instead looked like an amiable old man. Sir Hunter said: "Mr. Zhang, your magic is very wonderful, even more wonderful than I imagined." Zhang Xian said: "Sir Hunter, you are overrated." Sir Hunter said: "This World Magic Conference has changed a lot because of your arrival. Mr. Zhang, if nothing else happens, the champion of this competition will be yours."