Chapter 22: chapter 22

"Mr. Tony." Alan didn't frown. "You're already late. Do you want to continue wasting your time now?"
Tony picked up a pen and played with it, "Ah, ah, I know, then let Mr. Asa start. If Mr. Asa doesn't let my eyes shine, then uncle you will stay with me for two months ~ "
Allen stared blankly.
Asa stood up with a smile, "Okay, sir." After speaking, he walked to Tony's desk and picked up a plastic pen holder.
"This is a gift that my mother brought back when I was traveling in Australia. I am honored that it can be seen by you." Tony dragged his chin to look at Asa, explaining lightly. Just halfway through, his narrow eyes widened sharply, "God, what's wrong with it!"
Asa slightly raised her chin and raised her lips, her eyes were shimmering with dim gold light, and the hard plastic pen holder was suspended in the air quietly, sinking in a little bit.
Precisely speaking, it should be ablation. The dark blue plastic oil is dripping, and it is quickly cooled and solidified on the desk.
"God, you broke it!" Tony dropped his pen and stood up in shock. "My mother will kill me."
The golden mang in Asa's eyes slowly faded, and the light red mansions leaked out from the bottom of his eyes. His ability to awaken was healing, but it should not be called healing.
Because he can restore something without vital signs, leaving them intact.
Those hollow places began to fill up slowly, like a flat balloon that was blown up again, and kept inflating and recovering until it returned to its original state.
Tony stood still in place, seeing his things recovered before his anger and anger had faded?
"despair"
Asa put the pen holder back to the original, and bowed to the stupid Tony, "Never trust your eyes, Mr Tony."
Tony blinked blankly, unbelievably picked up the pen holder and turned it around a few times, and flicked his finger against the hard pen holder wall. "Is this really not inflatable?"
Asa stooped closer to Tony and laughed softly, "Never trust the magician." As he spoke, he shoveled away the plastic that had dried up on the table.
...
Tony and Asa looked at each other for a while and sat down calmly, rubbing his thumbs.
Asa turned and returned to the sofa, not talking.
For a moment the huge office was silent.
After a while, Tony pressed a key on the landline, and a female voice quickly came out from the phone. "Hello Mr. Tony, may I ask what's the matter?"
"Beautiful Miss McGrady, can you come up and take the schedule for the Golden Rose Auditorium by the way."
"Okay, sir. Toot--"
Ellen put his glasses on. "That means you agree with Asa to perform in your performance hall?"
Tony leaned back on the chair and said lazily, "Yeah, it's a pity that I can't let my uncle be with me, but I have to say that Asa's illusion is amazing. This is the only thing I've seen that can go hand in hand with the magic of snake rope It ’s magic. "
Lyle came over and whispered to Asa, "Master, is your ability an illusion?"
"Do you know what abilities I awakened?" Asa glanced at him. "Well? Do I need to break you and fight back to verify my abilities?"
"..." Lair moved cautiously to the side, and laughed dryly. "Oh, huh, you are so humorous." Glancing at Asa, he moved carefully to the edge of the sofa.
Tony turned the pen cap in his hand and said casually, "In fact, Alice also solved my urgent need. Since Bellagio's show" I'm a Magician ", other hotels' performance shows have been suppressed. On. "
"Have you ever thought about finding other magicians? Well-known magicians from all over the world, it's not that Biberg made his debut." Asa frowned, and some wondered why ordinary magic shows can be held in Las Vegas. The entertainment city has formed a monopoly.
"Then you probably haven't seen his magic. The mechanics can't be added. Plus it's not easy to find a magician who performs live." Tony smiled narrowly and narrowly. "You think like Are there so many magicians who can achieve perfect illusions without relying on camera editing? "
Lyle asked puzzled, "Lens clip?"
Allen put on his glasses and turned to explain to Lyle, "Many illusions rely on the limitations of the lens, and this illusion can only be played on the screen. It can't bear the thousands of pairs of eyes in the big performance hall. Gaze. "
"For example, the magician bends the iron spoon with his bare hands. In fact, there is an assistant standing outside the camera and spraying a high-temperature rifle against the iron spoon. Of course, the audience cannot feel the high temperature around the iron spoon outside the lens." Asa looked to Lyle. " What you see with your own eyes is not necessarily true. How can you be sure that the things across the screen are true? "
"Mr. Tony, I've got what you want." A nice woman secretary stood at the door holding a folder.
"Come in, McGrady, your skirt is really beautiful today." Tony took the file and turned it up. "The performance of the old blue man in the Golden Rose Hall is off. He is 70 years old and it is time to retire."
"Yes sir, in fact he was complaining about his rheumatism a few days ago and wanted to retire." McGrady looked at Tony and said, "Just a few days ago, you said he was the pillar of our hotel and he was not allowed to retire."
"I like his talk show very much, but now I have a better person to replace him and say hello to me." Tony put on the file. "Next week at 7:30, welcome Mr Asa to join Luxor. Need May I arrange a room for you at the hotel? Bellagio is not close to this. "
Alan answered blankly, "Thanks in three rooms."
"Of course, regarding the publicity work before the show, I think Mr. Allen has made a plan." Tony raised his eyes and smiled, "Ah, I really like Mr. Allen who is strict and rigid."
Allen narrowed his eyes and stood up, and said politely to Tony, "It's a pity that I like serious and punctual people, then we leave first, and tomorrow we will move to Luxor. In addition, with Luke I will bring the cooperation contract with Somalia tomorrow. "
After waiting for Asa, he went straight out with the papers.
"See you tomorrow, then." The turbulent Gal was pinched by Asa in a creak, like a briefcase. "Oh, ah!"
"Is this Mr. Asa's son? The silver hair is so special, it doesn't look like yours." Tony joked with a pen and said, "Yes, if you would stay with me for a month, I can give you Add an extra show in another hall. "
"..." Asa raised an eyebrow at Tony, and left with the child who kept writhing, just as he stepped out of the office door, Gal, who had been struggling to lower his head, suddenly raised his head and looked deep. A glance at Tony in the chair.
The following month, Tony, who was supposed to be accompanied by a beauty or uncle, somehow became unlucky ...
From the small things that can't open the door, to the big thing that fell down the stairs and broke your legs. The incidents were different, but it was always him who was injured.
It ’s just that he never knew, and some jokes could n’t be messed up--