Chapter 281 I know a little bit of magic
"Can you help me?"
Hoyle looked confused and frowned slightly.
As the second son of the head of the Simon family, he is well-informed and has encountered many eloquent liars. Most of these people will bring up a topic to attract your attention when they meet, and then use superb words to lure you into the trap.
The Simon family is a business tycoon in Peacock City, second only to the "Moses Voyage". His father has taught him this knowledge since he was a child.
Hoyle looked up and down at the young man in front of him.
The other person seemed to be about the same age as himself, or even younger. He was a little too handsome and had an extraordinary temperament, which even made him surprised and envious. The black outfit is very tasteful, especially the hat and the silver cane in his hand, which are almost tailor-made.
"It doesn't look like a scammer or a salesman, but this suspicion cannot be ruled out... After all, there are some scammers who are very good at makeup and disguise, and they specialize in targeting powerful people."
Hoyle reminded himself in his mind.
"Yes, Mr. Hoyle."
Chen Lun took off his hat and put it on his chest, nodding slightly.
"I am the leader of Jack's Circus, you can call me Jack... If we join, your theater may surpass 'Tartar' and 'Golden Rum' and become the number one theater in Peacock City. The theater may even be upgraded to a higher level and its reputation may spread to other cities.”
Hoyle said nothing, his frown deepened.
The mustachioed man next to him couldn't help but sneered.
"Are you kidding me? If so, I just want to say you have a great sense of humor, sir."
Chen Lun glanced at him and raised his eyebrows.
"Who is this?"
"This is Mr. Covey of our 'City Garden' and the best magician in the theater. Many audiences come specifically for him."
Hoyle introduced.
The mustachioed Kewei took off his hat with a little pride, twirled a hat flower in his hand, and said:
"Mr. Jack, you are so immodest. Even the Royal Drama Troupe in the Royal City is not as bold as you... Aha, surpassing the other two major opera houses? Or even raising it to a higher level?"
He shook his hand, and a white dove flew out of his hat, fluttered its wings and circled around, then returned to his shoulder.
After Kewei showed his hand, a look of disdain appeared on his face.
There was a hint of vigilance in his eyes.
"I really don't know how capable your circus is. When it comes to animal taming, we already have the 'Selena Sisters', when it comes to burlesque performances, we have the 'Elf Troupe', and when it comes to magic, we have me... although 'City Garden' We are facing a little bit of a dilemma now, but this is not a place where just any third-rate team can join and cheat on food and drink.”
Chen Lun felt the hostility of this person and suddenly understood in his heart.
It was a kind of rejection of peers, plus a little bit of food-protection emotion.
Hoyle remained silent for the time being. Although Kewei's words were a bit unpleasant, they were also what he wanted to express.
"Mr. Jack, you probably came here after seeing the recruitment advertisement, right?"
Hoyle pointed to the notice on the side of the opera door, which said that we are looking for a performance team to settle in and receive preferential treatment.
Chen Lun glanced in the direction pointed by the other party and then looked away.
He really didn't see it.
"Excuse me, what is Jack's Circus good at? This way I can better judge whether there is a possibility of cooperation between the two parties."
Hoyle's words were very tactful, but in fact he had some doubts about this unfamiliar circus that was not well-known and had never been heard of.
"Hmm... I don't think I'm particularly good at anything."
Chen Lun pondered.
Kewei suddenly laughed.
Hoyle on the side was also a little disappointed.
As the second son of the Simon family, he, like several other brothers and sisters, was assigned a share of the family's property from his father, which was actually a test of sorts.
Only by developing and expanding the industry can one be qualified to prove his ability to inherit the family property and take over the "steering wheel" from his father.
This is an extremely simple identification method, and it is also a cruel business test.
Regardless of whether you use legitimate or improper means, as long as you can grow your industry, it will more or less prove that you are an outstanding leader in the business field.
At that time, Hoyle chose the "City Garden" Opera House as the "test paper" and mixed some feelings into it. Because when he was a child, he often liked to go to the theater in his home to watch performances, and over time he fell in love with it.
He regarded 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 other sibling industries, it is more difficult for the opera house to develop and grow. The biggest and most core problem it faces is the resident performing troupe.
No matter how exquisite and luxurious the theater's decoration is, how comfortable the seats are, or how it is hyped, operated and marketed, what is ultimately presented to the audience is the performance on the stage.
Once the performance troupe is not strong enough and the performances are not exciting enough, the reputation of the theater will gradually decline, and it will eventually become a third-rate theater that no one cares about.
Hoyle's goals are lofty, but the reality is harsh.
As the older generation of actors and performance troupes have come to an end and newly recruited actors have left, the current "City Garden" is about to fall from the ranks of the three major theaters. If it hadn't been able to maintain its reputation despite its former glory, I'm afraid it would have become a member of the third-rate theaters.
So Hoyle is now very anxious and eager to find a performance group that can lead the theater to glory again.
At this time, he noticed from the corner of his eye that the young man in black hat in front of him raised his head and smiled:
"Don't get me wrong, I mean, I'm good at everything, so there's nothing I'm particularly good at."
Hoyle couldn't help being stunned.
Kewei on the side also stiffened his smile.
Chen Lun raised his hand and whistled.
Phew——
The white dove resting on Kewei's shoulder suddenly flew into his hand, and then followed the simple whistle melody, swayed left and right in his palm, and danced.
He even cooed and sang along to the melody.
Such a fairy tale scene directly made Hoyle's mouth open slightly. Kewei also ignored Bai Ge's "betrayal" and his eyes widened.
"This...this...?!"
But the next scene was even more shocking.
I saw several goldfinches, blue tits and an owl flying low at the door of the Opera House. They all heard the whistle and landed on the gentleman in the black hat, swaying with the melody.
That scene simply made the two of them dumbfounded.
"Ah, I'm really sorry. Although I am just the leader of the circus and not a real performer, I do know a little bit about the skills of animal training."
Chen Lun smiled politely.
He then waved his hand, and the birds on his body took off one after another and circled above his head, as if surrounding their master.
"I just know a little bit about...the skills of animal training?!"
Hoyle's voice trembled slightly.
As for Kewei and the little salesman beside him, they were already sluggish and silent.
"Of course, there is also a lot of skill in taming animals. I am just an apprentice who is just getting a glimpse of the skills..."
Chen Lun's tone was gentle and his attitude was very humble.
Immediately, he seemed to remember something.
"Oh, by the way, I know a little bit of magic."
I saw the silver cane in his hand stretched out slightly, hooked the hat in Mr. Covey's hand, and then snapped his fingers.
Snap!
I saw a white dove flying out of the hat, which was exactly the same as Kewei's magic trick just now.
But what was different was that another one flew out of the hat immediately.
Then the third one, the fourth one, the fifth one...
The white pigeons seemed to escape from their cages, and there were more and more of them. That extremely ordinary hat is like a bottomless pit.
In the eyes of Hoyle and Kewei, dozens or hundreds of white doves, all white in color, filled the entire space in front of the opera house.
"It's... incredible! This can't be called magic, this is simply magic!"
Hoyle jumped up on the spot like a child, his face flushed with excitement.
He cheered, looking up at the white doves in the sky.
Kewei was so shocked that he took a few steps back and almost fell to the ground.
"This is impossible! What kind of trick is this?! How can there be so many pigeons hidden in the hat? It's in your sleeves... No! That's impossible! How did you do it?! How did you do it?!" < br>
This scene directly subverted Kewei's three views, destroyed all the magic techniques in his heart, and even made him feel ashamed of himself. It was as if the painstaking efforts and research he had put into his skills over the past decades were nothing more than a joke in the face of real magic.
Immediately.
The hovering white pigeons and other birds dropped countless white feathers and bird droppings.
It landed on Kewei's body accurately, instantly dousing him into a foul-smelling dung man.
"Ouch! Ugh...!"
Kewei fell to his knees and vomited out all the sandwich and milk he had eaten in the morning on the spot.
Hoyle and the little salesman were startled and kept avoiding this "shit man", covering their noses with expressions of disgust.
"Oh my sun, Mr. Covey, you stink worse than my grandmother's feet right now."
The little man pinched his nose and blew his breath.
"Shut up...啕!啕!!"
Kewei was shocked, angry and angry. He wanted to speak, but his mouth was filled with the taste of food scraps.
He felt like he was about to throw up his stomach.
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect these little guys to be so naughty. Maybe they have a bad stomach."
Chen Lun looked apologetic.
He snapped his fingers again.
Snap!
The white doves in the sky disappeared, turning into playing cards and falling down, scattering all over the ground.
This series of scenes has attracted the attention of countless passers-by, who gathered around curiously.
There was silence for a few seconds.
Then there was loud applause.
Crackling...! !
"Mr. Jack! Please come in with me! There are too many people here... Go to my office to discuss in detail. Don't worry, I will definitely give you a satisfactory contract!"
Hoyle stared at Chen Lun with a pair of bright eyes.
His nervous and urgent tone even contained a hint of pleading.
"Please join the 'City Garden', I implore you..."
Hoyle knew that the young leader in front of him was the person he had always wanted to find, and only such an outstanding person could save the theater and lead it to glory.
"Of course, I also want to sit down and take a rest. The chairs in the taxi are too hard."
Chen Lun shrugged and said.
"Come in, Mr. Jack, please..."
Hoyle was very attentive, and the haggardness and dark circles under his eyes seemed to have faded away, leaving only vitality and hope.
As the two entered the theater, Kewei, who was completely ignored, was still vomiting on the ground.
The little salesman suppressed his laughter and ran in after him.
"Damn it!"
Kewei wiped away the tears that were choked by the stench and gritted his teeth. (End of chapter)