Chapter 281： I can do a little bit of magic

Chapter 281 I can do a little bit of magic

"can you help me?"

Hoyle looked puzzled and frowned slightly.

As the second son of the helm of the Simon family, he is well-informed, but he has often encountered eloquent liars. When most of these people meet, they will throw out a topic that attracts your attention, and then use superb words to invite you into the urn.

The Simon family is a business tycoon in Peacock City, second only to "Moses Voyage". His father taught him this knowledge since he was a child.

Hoyle looked up and down at the young man in front of him.

The other party looked about the same age as him, or even younger, with a somewhat overly handsome appearance and extraordinary temperament, which even surprised and envied him. The black outfit is very tasteful, especially the hat and the silver cane in his hand, it is almost like tailor-made.

"It doesn't look like a liar or a salesman, but this suspicion cannot be ruled out... After all, there are some liars who are very proficient in makeup and disguise, and they specifically pick on the powerful."

Hoyle reminded himself in his mind.

"Yes, Mr. Hoyle."

Chen Lun took off his hat and stuck it to his chest, nodding slightly.

"I am the head of Jack's Circus, you can call me Jack... If we join, Ni's theater may surpass 'Taltar' and 'Golden Rum', and become the number one theater in Peacock City .It may even be upgraded to a higher level, and its reputation may spread to other cities.”

Hoyle didn't speak, his frown deepened.

The man with the mustache beside him couldn't help but sneered.

"Are you joking? If so, I just want to say you have a good sense of humor, sir."

Chen Lun glanced at him and raised his eyebrows.

"Who is this?"

"This is Mr. Covey from our "City Garden" and the best magician in the theater. Many audiences come here just for him."

Hoyle introduced.

Bazi Hu Kewei took off his hat a little proudly, twirled a hat flower in his hand, and said:

"Mr. Jack, you are really not humble. Even the Royal Drama Troupe in Wangcheng is not as loud as you... Aha, surpassing the other two major opera houses? Even raising it to a higher level?"

He shook his hand, and a white dove flew out of his hat, flapped its wings and circled around, and returned to his shoulder.

After Kewei showed his hand, a disdainful expression appeared on his face.

There is a hint of vigilance in the eyes.

"I don't know how big your circus is. We already have 'Sisters Selina' for taming, 'The Elf Troupe' for burlesque, and me for magic...although 'City Garden' is now Facing a little predicament, but this is not a place where all third-rate teams can join and cheat food and drink."

Chen Lun felt this person's hostility, and he knew it immediately.

It was a kind of exclusion of peers, plus a little protective emotion.

Hoyle remained silent for the time being. Although Kewei's words were a bit harsh, they were what he wanted to express.

"Mr. Jack, you probably came here after seeing the job advertisement, right?"

Hoyle pointed to the notice on the side of the entrance of the opera, which said that the performance team was sincerely hired to settle in, and the treatment was favorable.

Chen Lun glanced in the direction pointed by the other party, then looked away.

He really didn't see it.

"May I ask what is 'Jack's Circus' good at? Only then can I judge whether there is a possibility of cooperation between the two parties."

Hoyle's words were very euphemistic, but he actually had some doubts about this unknown circus that he had never heard of.

"Hmm... I don't seem to be particularly good at it."

Chen Lun pondered.

Kuwei suddenly showed a sneer.

Hoyle on the side was also a little disappointed.

As the second son of the Simon family, like the other brothers and sisters, he was allocated a share of the family's property from his father. This is actually some kind of test.

Only when the industry develops and grows, can it be qualified to prove that it has the ability to inherit the family property and take over the "rudder" from the father.

This is a very simple identification method, but also a cruel business test.

Whether you use legitimate or improper means, as long as you can grow the industry, it can more or less prove that you are an excellent leader in the business field.

At that time, Hoyle also mixed some feelings into it when he chose the "City Garden" Opera House as the "examination paper". Because when he was a child, he often liked to go to his own theater to watch performances, and fell in love with it over time.

He regards the theater as his second home.

But after taking over, Hoyle discovered that the "urban garden" was far more difficult to manage than he imagined. Compared with the industries of other brothers and sisters, it is more difficult for the opera house to develop and grow. The biggest and core problem it faces is the resident performance troupe.

No matter how exquisite and luxurious the theater’s decoration is, how comfortable the seats are, and how it conducts hype, operation and marketing, what is finally presented to the audience is a performance on the stage.

Once the strength of the performing troupe is weak and the performances are not exciting enough, the reputation of the theater will gradually decline, and eventually it will become a third-rate theater, and no one cares about it.

Hoyle's goals are lofty, but the reality is cruel.

As the older generation of actors and performance troupes ended, and the newly recruited pillars left, the current "City Garden" is about to fall from the ranks of the three major theaters. If it weren't for the glory of the past and the barely supported reputation, I'm afraid he would have become a member of the third-rate theater.

So Hoyle is very anxious now, and is eager to find a performing troupe that can lead the theater to glory again.

At this time, he noticed from the corner of his eye that the young man in the black hat in front of him raised his head, and the other party showed a smile:

"Don't get me wrong, I mean, I'm good at everything, so I'm not particularly good at it."

Hoyle couldn't help but froze.

Kewei on the side also froze his smile.

Chen Lun raised his hand and whistled.

Whoosh—

The white dove that was resting on Kewei's shoulder suddenly flew into his hand, followed the simple whistle melody, swayed from side to side in his palm, and danced.

Even cooed and sang along with the melody.

Such a fairytale scene directly caused Hoyle's mouth to open slightly. Kewei also ignored the "betrayal" of the white dove, and his eyes widened.

"This this…?!"

But the next scene was even more shocking.

I saw a few goldfinch, blue **** and an owl flying low at the entrance of the opera house. They all heard the whistle, landed on the gentleman in the black hat, and swayed with the melody.

The scene made the two of them dumbfounded.

"Ah, I'm really sorry. Although I'm just the head of the circus and not a real performer, I do know a little bit about animal taming."

Chen Lun smiled politely.

He then waved his hand, and the birds on his body took off one after another, circling above his head, as if they were surrounding their master.

"This is just a little understanding of... the skills of taming animals?!"

Hoyle's voice trembled slightly.

As for Kewei and the little salesman beside him, they were already sluggish and silent.

"Of course, animal taming is also very good, I'm just an apprentice who has just glimpsed the way..."

Chen Lun has a gentle tone and a very humble posture.

Immediately, he seemed to remember something.

"Oh, by the way, I can also do a little bit of magic."

Seeing the silver cane in his hand lightly stretched out, he hooked the hat in Mr. Covey's hand, and snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

I saw a white dove fluttering out of the hat, exactly the same as Kewei's magic just now.

But what was different was that another one flew out of the hat.

Then the third, the fourth, the fifth...

White pigeons seemed to come out of the cage, and there were more and more white pigeons. That hat that couldn't be more ordinary is like a bottomless pit.

In the eyes of Hoyle and Kewei, dozens of hundreds of white pigeons directly filled the mid-air at the entrance of the opera house.

"It's... so incredible! This can't be called magic, it's just magic!"

Hoyle jumped up on the spot like a child, blushing with excitement.

He cheered and looked up at the white dove in the sky.

Kewei was so shocked that he took a few steps back and almost fell to the ground.

"It's impossible! What kind of trick is this?! How could there be so many pigeons hidden in your hat? It's in your cuffs... No! That's impossible! How did you do it?! How did you do it?!"

This scene directly overturned Kewei's three views, destroyed all the magic tricks in his heart, and even made him feel ashamed of himself. It seems that his painstaking honing and study of skills over the past few decades is a joke in front of real magic.

Immediately.

The circling white doves and other birds dropped countless white feathers and bird droppings.

It precisely fell on Kewei's body, instantly dousing him into a foul-smelling dung man.

"哕! Vomit...!"

Kuwei knelt down on the ground and vomited out all the sandwiches and milk he ate in the morning on the spot.

Hoyle and the little salesman were taken aback, avoiding the "dung man" again and again, holding their noses and showing disgusted expressions.

"Oh my sun, Mr. Covey, you smell worse than my grandmother's feet now."

The little man pinched his nose and murmured his airway.

"Shut up for me... 哕! 哕!"

Kuwei was shocked, angry and angry, and wanted to speak, but his mouth was full of food residue.

He felt like he was going to throw up his stomach.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect these little guys to be so naughty, maybe they got sick from eating."

Chen Lun apologized.

He snapped his fingers again.

Snapped!

The white doves in the sky disappeared, turned into playing cards and fell, spilling all over the ground.

The series of scenes that happened have already attracted the attention of countless passers-by around, and they gathered around curiously.

The surrounding area was silent for a few seconds.

Then there was warm applause.

Crackling...!

"Mr. Jack! Please come in with me! There are too many people here... Go to my office to discuss in detail, please rest assured, I will definitely give you a satisfactory contract!"

Hoyle stared at Chen Lun with a pair of bright eyes.

His tense and urgent tone even contained a hint of pleading.

"Please join 'Urban Gardens', please..."

Hoyle knew that the young director in front of him was the person he had been looking for all along, and only such an outstanding person could save the theater and lead it to glory.

"Of course, I also want to sit down and have a rest. The chairs in the rental carriage are too hard."

Chen Lun shrugged and said.

"Come in, Mr. Jack, please..."

Hoyle was very attentive, and the haggardness and dark circles on his face seemed to fade a lot at once, leaving only vitality and hope.

As the two entered the theater, Covey, who was completely ignored, was still vomiting on the ground.

The little salesman suppressed a smile, and ran in after him.

"Damn it!"

Kuwei wiped away the tears that were choked by the stench, and gritted his teeth.

(end of this chapter)