Dozo America

I have to say John﹒

Stewart has a carefree and unrestrained personality, and he is also a talker. He and Zhen Fan never stopped asking about some of Zhen Fan's experiences in China.

He asked very detailed questions, even asking about Zhen Fan going up the mountain to catch chickens and chasing dogs when he was a child, and especially about Zhen Fan's magic tricks at the Spring Festival Gala. This guy seemed to be particularly interested and insisted on Zhen Fan performing a show after dinner.

"I need some props!" Zhen Fan made an excuse.

"Whatever you want, I will give you, if you don't go home to get it!" John insisted. It was obvious that this guy was skeptical about Zhen Fan's performance. How could it be like that? Better than David? Not to mention that

The so-called perverted magic that challenges the limits of human beings is self-inflicted on the streets. This kind of magic that is purely based on technology and techniques is the essence of magic.

"Dad -" Seeing Zhen Fan's embarrassed look, Kristine quit. She lengthened her voice and said coquettishly to John, "Do you like David very much?"

"No, dear, I like Zhen's magic, that's all!"

"Okay, that's great!" Christine put down the knife and fork, making a "ding" sound on the plate, then walked to the side and waved to John, "I need to talk to you, Dad.

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"Of course, why not?" John put down his knife and fork and walked towards Christine. The two of them turned a corner, avoiding Zhen Fan, and kept their voices as low as possible.

"Dad, what's your problem?" Kristen waved her hands and expressed her dissatisfaction towards John, "Why are you targeting him?"

John paused, then looked at Christine seriously: "Yes. I am targeting him, but...my daughter must have a man who is completely worthy of her. Maybe Zhen can do it, maybe she can't

Yes. I know he is a doctor, but... Chinese medicine is not mainstream in the United States. If he can perform such fantastic magic like that party in their country, he may have a great future in the entertainment industry."

"God, you are so crazy!" Kristen was almost going crazy, "I can't believe you would think like this. Dad, you have ruined one woman's happiness, why would you want to ruin another woman's happiness?

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"What happened between me and your mother... it was an accident! I'm sorry about that... baby!" John reached out and tried to comb Kristine's hair, but Kristine turned her head to avoid it.

But John didn't care at all. He just retracted his hand in embarrassment, still smiling and saying: "You know what I do. I have been in the television industry for decades. With my experience and his talent, I can completely create

David Copperfield's achievements, no, will even surpass him!"

"This... this is too crazy. There is no way Zhen can agree to it. He doesn't care about the status of a magic master. He doesn't care about this. I know what he thinks!" Christine glared at John. "If... with love

If you come to stop me and Zhen in name, you will definitely be disappointed!"

"I didn't mean to stop you..."

"Okay. Go and have your dinner. This really gave me a big surprise." Kristen said fiercely, turned her face, pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and then turned

He walked out from around the corner and smiled at Zhen Fan.

"How was your talk with your father?" Zhen Fan shrugged relaxedly.

"It's very pleasant. You know, Christine and I rarely see each other once, and we leave in a hurry every time, so... there are always some private things to talk about. I'm sorry to keep you waiting!" John also turned around.

He smiled at Zhen Fan and said, "But I still admire your cooking skills very much, and your wine!"

"Thank you!" Zhen Fan smiled, "Okay, I can perform some little tricks for you, but they are just little tricks. We Chinese have a saying that is very applicable to the magic world: If you take it seriously, then you will

Lost."

"Looking forward to it!" John raised his glass, sat down, and looked at Zhen Fan with a smile.

"Well, it's just an extension of my magic that night." Zhen Fan suddenly turned his head to Kristen and smiled, "Kristine, can you get me a piece of paper?"

"Of course!" Christine shrugged helplessly at Zhen Fan, expressing that she was powerless against her father's stubbornness, and cast an apologetic look.

After a while, Christine took out a large piece of white paper, the kind of A3 size paper that can be printed, laid it on the dining table in front of Zhen Fan, and stepped aside helplessly.

"Okay, Mr. Stewart, can I borrow your spoon?"

Zhen Fan laid out the white paper, raised his head, and smiled at John.

"Of course." John was stunned, and immediately picked up the spoon in his hand and hesitated for a moment, "Do you need me to wipe it clean?" There was a piece of unfinished beef stuck to his spoon.

"No, no, it doesn't matter, I just need this most primitive state!" Zhen Fan smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Stewart, this magic is actually very simple!"

"I'm looking forward to it!" John said the same thing. He is a famous TV program producer. If he wants, he can make Zhen Fan the most powerful magician in the world.

Zhen Fan carefully placed the spoon on the white paper. An oil stain quickly appeared on the white paper, and then continued to expand, and soon a large puddle of oil stain appeared.

"Is this...magic?" John tried to ask, feeling a little funny.

"This is part of the magic." Zhen Fan smiled, then stretched out his upper hand to cover the spoon, blocking John's sight, and smiled, "Since it is magic, there is always something that people can't see."

"As you wish!" John shrugged, but his eyes kept trying to glance down, but he couldn't see anything because Zhen Fan's hand was very low.

"Zhen, this is just a game..." Kristen looked at Zhen Fan with some worry, fearing that he wouldn't be able to handle it. After all, he started performing magic without any preparation. This was difficult for someone to do, although she had also seen Zhen Fan perform magic tricks before.

A magical performance on the Spring Festival Gala, but...it was prepared.

"Don't worry, Christine, I'm still the omnipotent Zhen, don't worry!" Zhen Fan smiled and patted Christine's hand, and Christine gently held Zhen Fan's shoulders with both hands, and put her head

He also came closer.

"Is there anything magical about it?"

John looked at the two people and shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He didn't see anything surprising, so he was already disappointed with this so-called magical performance.

"Kristine, if you blow into my hand, then... a miracle will happen!" Zhen Fan suddenly turned his head and smiled at Christine, who was leaning her head on his shoulder behind him.

"May I?"

"Of course!" Kristen smiled. Every time she saw Zhen Fan turning up the corners of his mouth and smiling at him, she knew that he must be confident, so when she felt relaxed, she couldn't help but smile, naughty

He jumped out from behind Zhen Fan, then came over and blew lightly on Zhen Fan's hands covered with white paper.

"Do I need to mention the moment I witnessed a miracle?"

"I'd rather you take your hands off right now!"

Before Kristen could speak, John shouted to him impatiently. He was tortured by Zhen Fan and lost his patience. If possible, he might say: "Damn it, get your damn thing off."

Hands, let me see your magic. You bastard!"

"Okay, okay, I'll save that sentence. I don't care about piracy because I'm better than the original version!" Zhen Fan said, suddenly letting go of his hand, then opened his arms and shouted, "Haha

Hallelujah——"

As Zhen Fan opened his hand, a piece of white paper was quietly placed on the dining table, but the paper was no longer white and flawless, because on top of the paper, there was a spoon stained with

The spoon stained with oil and beef foam was on top of the white paper.

"God!" John took a step forward, his eyes fixed on the white paper on the table, then he stretched out his hand and touched it gently, murmuring in his mouth, "It's incredible, it's incredible,

This is a masterpiece!"

He stroked the white paper over and over again, trying to find out its differences and its mystery. Yes, the spoon on the paper disappeared, and there was another spoon on the white paper, which was not a living thing.

, but exists as a scene in a painting. The spoon is still the same spoon, the oil stains and the remaining meat are just like the printed photos.

"How did you do it?"

John finally saw the magic of Zhen Fan with his own eyes. He was ecstatic, just like a poor and crazy man who suddenly discovered a big gold mine, and fell into a state of hysteria.

"Does a magician have to reveal his magic tricks to others?" Zhen Fan shrugged at John, "If possible, I can add a little more, um... How about a bowl of soup? There is a spoon.

, there must be soup!" Zhen Fan said, picked up the soup bowl and placed it on the white paper.

"No, don't cover it!" John shouted quickly.

"Okay, no problem!" Zhen Fan nodded, which surprised John. He just wanted to see how Zhen Fan turned these things onto white paper and turned them into a painting.

"But you have to close your eyes!" Zhen Fan laughed, "Either you let me cover it, or you close your eyes. Which one will you choose? Mr. Stewart!"

"Pfft!" Kristen next to her couldn't help laughing, and then quickly covered her mouth with her hands.

"Okay, I choose to keep my eyes open!" John looked at Zhen Fan helplessly and said reluctantly.

"I knew Mr. Stewart would make a wise choice!" Zhen Fan covered the soup basin with his hands again and winked at Kristen, "Blow in and the soup becomes like a painting.

Something!”

Kristine came to her mouth and looked at Zhen Fan with a smile: "So... is it the miracle created by your magic, or is it the magic brought by my tone?" (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, novels. Better updates faster!