People who seek a living in different industries have certain occupational levels, such as teachers, including primary, intermediate, senior, special, etc.

Anyway, Yun Yi knows that there is no specific level division in the magic circle, but the level in the circle is very strict, and it is roughly divided into three levels: junior magician, senior magician, and great magician, and the magicians at each level have relevant professional certificates.

The junior magician certificate can be taken in the city, and the senior magician certificate can only be obtained by the provincial magic association.

So far, except on TV and professional magazines, Yun Yi has not even seen the face of a senior magician, because the circle is different, and he is not qualified as a junior magician assistant.

With a magician certificate, you can be called a professional magician and have the qualification to perform on stage.

Zhang Mingming and Yunyi are in an "employment relationship" and a "friend" relationship.

"Now come to my house, a friend has helped me pick up a commercial performance in the field, and I want to go to see it today. Zhang Mingming's voice rang on the other end of the phone, probably thinking that his tone was a little domineering, and immediately said, "Today is Sunday, I originally said to let you rest, don't you also want to develop in this aspect of magic, I want to take you to see how to take this kind of performance by the way." ”

It is undeniable that in the past few years, Yun Yi's desire to become a professional magician has become stronger and stronger. It is one thing to want to make a living from magic performances, but the important thing is that I have always had a very strong interest in magic.

The people of the whole country know that magic tricks are fake, but those magic tricks are amazing when they appear in the hands of magicians!

Zhang Mingming belongs to the prop magician, he uses very few props, because of the limitations of props, there are not many forms of magic, and most of the principles can be seen at the level of Yunyi, if he has the corresponding props, he believes that he will do better than Zhang Mingming.

He wore a light white jacket with beige slacks, and a pair of white sneakers on his feet. is very simple to dress, with a height of 1.76 meters, it looks extremely spiritual.

"There shouldn't be any accidents today!" Thinking of the "crisis" he encountered in the early hours of the morning, he unconsciously felt a little suspicious.

Since Zhang Mingming brought Yun Yi out of the orphanage, the relationship with him is not very close, very ordinary, but occasionally he will talk to Yun Yi about some gossip in the circle, or give some guidance in magic, even if Yun Yi has already surpassed the other party in some theories, but Zhang Mingming's help at some times still makes Yun Yi very grateful.

Zhang Mingming is a magician, and Yun Yi wants to go in this direction, even if the two of them have different performance forms, there will inevitably be some conflicts at the level of "junior magician", so Zhang Mingming can do that, which is already very good in Yun Yi's heart.

Yun Yi and Zhang Mingming took a shower after confirming the itinerary, and when they stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, they saw a line on the left chest that was less than an inch long and seemed to have been drawn with an original ballpoint pen.

I thought it was a cut from the mud that was splashed by lightning last night, but there was no blood, and I wiped it with my fingers and couldn't wipe it, so I didn't care.

The mobile phone rang again, and Zhang Mingming's tone was not as cheerful as in the morning, giving Yun Yi a feeling of gloom that he only had after hitting a wall.

Zhang Mingming had something unpleasant happening in Fuhua City, but he heard him say that he might attend a show in Fuhua tomorrow, and he needed Yun Yi to go to his residence to bring the set of phantom props over.

He had repaired that set of phantom props more than three or four times, and it was a mirage-like magic created by using optical principles.

This magic called phantom is just a technological means, even if it belongs to prop magic, it can also be classified as technological magic. Of course, this is also Zhang Mingming's means of pressing the bottom of the box, and it is precisely because of this phantom that he is quite famous among the junior professional magicians in Huxi Province.

Didn't I call in the morning and said that I was going to Fuhua City to discuss cooperation with the performer, why did it take a few hours to pick up the performance? And the mood seems to be reluctant, isn't this a good thing, and there is at least a four-figure income for a performance in the city!

Fuhua City is not far from Wutong Town, more than 100 kilometers, and it takes less than two hours to get there by bus.

The vision of the circuit board just now made him sweat inexplicably, quickly took a shower, rubbed the black lines on his chest that appeared somehow and couldn't be rubbed off, changed his clothes and picked up his backpack.

Before heading out, he looked at the strange circuit board again, and saw that it was still absorbing light energy, completely ignoring Yunyi's complaining and somewhat bewildered gaze.

At this time, Yun Yi believed that this circuit board must be "charging" himself, and he wondered, there was no flat plate collector or vacuum tube collector on this circuit board......

Wait, vacuum tube collector? Is that a vacuum tertiary tube that doesn't belong to this era a vacuum tube collector? But isn't that a triode that was only used during World War II?

Yun Yi's expression was slightly in a trance, and he didn't wake up until the backpack in his hand was about to land.

"Your sister, it doesn't matter. Anyway, Lao Tzu didn't dare to touch you, so I let you "suck" here, and see if your bird feathers have turned into a deformed gold steel?" Yun Yi scolded in his heart.

Because of such a strange idea, he didn't close the window when he went out, anyway, there was an anti-theft net on the balcony, and he was not afraid of thieves coming in. But he never imagined that less than ten minutes after he left, the circuit board suddenly "clicked", and several green paint lines on the circuit board that had become mottled opened as if they were faintly shining, as if they were seeing countless highway lights from the sky at night.

When it was too little, the "smoke" in the light no longer flowed slowly, and it became turbulent like a small river that suddenly rose, and kept surging towards the strange three-legged vacuum triode, which was very much like a broken dam.

The line became brighter, and even the sun could not hide its edge. The board vibrated slightly, causing a buzzing sound on the tool desktop.

Then, the weirdness continues......

The eighteen lines on the circuit board were all bright, and the mottled green insulating paint on them began to slowly dissolve, and some fine and golden bubbles appeared. Each tiny bubble cracks, and there is a dense "pop" sound again.

Gold and light are intertwined, as bright as a sword!

The green and gold bubbles converge into a golden line on the circuit board, which is extremely dazzling in the sun. When it was young, all eighteen lines were covered with a layer of gold, and the most conspicuous thing may be that the glass on the vacuum triode was also covered with a layer of light gold, but it was almost transparent.

There seemed to be an electric arc swimming back and forth in the infinite transparent gold, like thunder and lightning without interruption in time and space on a rainy day, and the dense arc rushed left and right in the glass cover, and the sound was very dense.

After that, the circuit board slowly "floats" up about an inch above the tool desktop. As you can see from the shadows in the sunlight, there are five tiny pillars looming under the board.

Five pillars suddenly appeared, and for some reason the eighteen lines that had turned golden began to move slowly, like a golden stream that was slowly flowing.

At the end of the river is the "mighty" vacuum transistor standing on the circuit board.

The sun is slanting to the west, and the rays are offset.

Without the blessing of sunlight, the five columns under the circuit board disappeared without any intermittent, and the circuit board fell on the tool table without "support".

There was no longer an arc flashing in the vacuum triode, and the originally golden "river" paused and gradually changed. Tilt slightly, eighteen lines back to green.

Then, everything is as before.