Rebirth-First Class Magician

Allen put his glasses on, and his voice was a little low. "I think you should know that Fox's original owner is Ms. Alice's father, Mr. Peters." After that, he looked at Asa.

Asa nodded. "Yes, I heard that."

Allen nodded and Shen Sheng continued, "Mr. Peters is a very avant-garde man. He introduced an idea early on to bring magic to the screen. In fact, he did. He signed. Next magician. "

Asa's expression remained faint. Since the other party would mention this, the magic should be, "Hagrid?"

Allen did not nod his confirmation, but continued with self-care, "After the magician entered the company, Mr. Peters was very optimistic about him, and the future of that man can be said to be bright."

Alice, who had not spoken, suddenly said, "But my father cancelled the contract with him within a year. The reason was not disclosed. At that time, I was just a little girl in high school."

Alan pulled out a document from his briefcase. "This is the document that Ms. Alice took out of Mr. Peters' personal safe some time ago."

Asa took the documents and did not open, "Private Safe?"

"Yes, Mr. Peters did not tell Ms. Alice before the death of this safe." Allen nodded and confirmed. "This safe was deposited at the Bank of Los Angeles. The bank manager called to notify Ellie. Ms. Silk took it. "

"Why didn't tell before, but now ..." Asa's words were interrupted.

"You understand everything when you open the folder." Alan nodded in confirmation. "I went back to Hollywood a while ago because of this."

Asa raised an eyebrow, and tore down the red wax on the document bag, which contained an old-style recording pen and an opened letter.

Asa pressed the switch, and some very noisy sounds came out from it, as if recorded in a windy place. After a while, a young voice came out of the noisy air, "Mr. Peters, I always thought your dedication to money would be above all else."

Hearing this, Asa's brow frowned slightly, because he heard that it was Hagrid's voice, although by comparison his voice was a little older and less unruly.

"That's true in theory, but I also have my own moral bottom line." A calm old man's voice came from the recording pen, and Asa knew it was probably Mr. Peters's voice.

Hagrid's voice was silent for a while. "When did you find out?"

"Discovered? Do you mean that I discovered that you copied Mr. Rick's prop structure, or that you destroyed Mr. Mooney ’s magic, bought the assistant of the other party, and left the plug on the lid of the water tank there? Escape, brain-dead to the hospital, Mr. Hagrid Wells. "The last name, Mr. Peters read clearly.

Hagrid's voice wasn't talking, but Asa could basically imagine the other person's expression. After a long time, the other person slowly interfaced, "I don't think I am wrong, sir, my point is that I want to go up, There must be no one above, and two great magicians cannot be produced in an era. "

There seemed to be a trembling sound of paper in the voice recorder. "Our views are not the same, Mr. Hager, I think our contract is over."

"No! You can't do this. I'll be famous in the future, and you will regret it!" Hagrid's voice sounded a little crazy, "When my Haig Wells name is famous all over the world, you will regret it! "

Peters's voice is still solid, "Maybe you will be famous in the future, and you will tell me the feasibility of your theory with your own actual actions, but," Mr. Peters paused and chuckled, "wrong What ’s wrong is that it may succeed you, but it can also destroy you. ”

The voice of the voice recorder came to an abrupt halt. The silence was restored throughout the box. The other two did not speak. Asa opened the letter and looked up.

The content of the letter was short, apparently addressed to his daughter Alice ...

After seeing Asa pick up the letter, Alice slowly said, "My father understands Hagrid's personality and thinks he will avenge Fox after he succeeds, and I fund Mu Yuan to perform his fame magic, which he think It was my provocation. "

Asa folded the letter and put it in a folder with a voice recorder. "I think you have a unique business vision just like your father."

Alice's expression suddenly became very excited, and Allen quickly interrupted what she was about to say. "We need your help, Mr. Asa."

"Of course, what's wrong? At least we have a common enemy now." Asa heard the recording and guessed the other's intentions, and would show him the private letter the father wrote to his daughter to his outsider. Nothing more than trying to pull him into the camp.

"Then Mr. Allen took me to the monitoring room to watch the show yesterday. Was it prepared in advance? If I didn't ask for the scene to be cut, would you also prepare it?"

"Theoretically, this is not wrong." Allen nodded rigidly. "But we are really optimistic about your talents before signing you like this. I hope you don't doubt it."

Alice put on a foolish face, "Oh God, God knows how much I adore you, I heard Allen say you don't even need props! This is incredible!"

Asa leaned on the back of the chair, looked at the two who sang a harmony, and said slowly after a while, "cooperative cooperation."

Alice's expression suddenly became serious, and she stretched out her hand with a smile. "Cooperation is good. I want to know that I am here today to explain your position. Allen said that he would tell you enough, but I think that I will come in person. Looks more sincere. "

"Lazy?" Alan stared blankly at the other side, piercing mercilessly. "The cause of this matter can be finished in a few minutes, and you don't need to come over for a few hours."

Alice looked eagerly at Asa, hoping to let him know the need to come in person.

"To be honest, Mr. Allen has been so active in helping me collect evidence and helping to install fake props, which has made me mentally prepared for him to speak frankly with me."

Asa smiled and looked at Alice. "After all, the company's goal is to make a profit, help me do this, and it is very doubtful without any doubt. Madam, you really don't need to come and tell me this in person."

"Oh okay, okay, I really want to be lazy." Alice waved her hands indifferently, chatting with Asa about some work-related matters--

"By the way, the director of the International Television Station called me today and said that the YouTube click made him happy, and decided to take a half-hour trial episode at 12 noon today." Alice raised her wrist and looked at the watch. "It should start now."

Alan took a sip of coffee, "Yes? You talked so fast? You planned it a long time ago." After looking at Alice, "The director pays attention to ratings, you knew he was afraid Missing the hottest part of the video, how much more did you give him? "

"Theoretically, there is nothing wrong with this. Innovative magic has always been an empty fault." Alice dragged her chin and stirred the coffee. "Any bribes? Not much."

At the same time, in London, England, it was time for lunch in the church sanatorium in the suburbs. A young man with a yellow complexion sat down in front of the cafeteria table waiting for a meal, and a variety show was playing on the TV hanging on the top of the cafeteria. Stage magic show.

The little young man glanced up casually, his turbid pupil narrowed sharply, his mouth screamed unconsciously, and his hands waving wildly knocked over the dinner plate in front of him.

Several nuns and monks ran up, grabbed each other's stick-like arms, and tried to subdue him.

A few minutes later, an elder nun looked at the man who was tied in the shape of a mule on the ground, and continued to scratch the cross on his chest, and said with a lingering fear, "Oh God, what's wrong with him? Why didn't the devil let him go Poor boy with evil spirits. "

The man, Miller, was sent here a month ago and was the church's most faithful believer. Like fellow believers who came in, he was wiped out of his memory by evil spirits, and he couldn't even manage his basic life.

But the other party has been very quiet, and this is the first time that a situation like today has happened.

The older nun looked at the TV along the other's line of sight. The magician inside was clean like an angel, her long gold hair was well-organized, and the blue pupils of the lake were like church frescoes, the sky behind God. ——

Is it evil spirits? Can't help going crazy when you see something holy and clean?

Just as the nun was suspicious, she saw a person in the camera. The person had short red hair and a handsome face, but her focus was obviously not on it.

"Hurry up, get the photos that Bishop Handing gave us!" 嬷嬷 urged the young nun, "Hurry up, run."

Although the little nun ran fast, by the time she took the picture, the TV station had changed programs.

I sat in the position and looked at the photo in my hand for a while. The photo was a work photo of a man. A red-haired bartender was wiping his glass.

"Nina, come and see for me, isn't that the audience who was spotted by the magician just now?" The older oblivious took the reading glasses, quilted with sulky eyes, and looked at the little nun after half a while, and called, As you get older, your eyes don't work. "

The panting nun who ran close looked and nodded. "Although the man on TV is a bit fatter than this, it should be him."

"This photo was sent with this group of poor believers. Although it wasn't specific, would it be him--" said the older uncle hesitantly, glancing at Miller, who was roaring wildly on the ground At a glance, the other person's saliva was flowing on the floor, but his mood was not as excited as it was just now.

Rubbing her eyebrows, Sister-in-law handed the photo to the monk aside, "Report to Father John what happened today."

The church has a very strict hierarchy. They are only low-level clergy in the church. Her role is only to take care of these poor people.

It ’s better to leave it to the superior to do other things, but ...

The nun glanced at the gloomy sky outside the window, and it seemed that it was going to rain again--

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