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At nine o'clock on Saturday night, Jiang Yichen sat backstage in the performance hall of the Shenghuang nightclub, dressed in a white sè tuxedo with silver thread, and his hair was given a new cháo hairstyle by the stylist.

Today is his first time on stage, and he has been to the scene twice before this, familiarizing himself with the environment of the performance hall and being arranged for the artistic director to give some simple guidance.

He looked in the mirror, and compared to his usual appearance, he looked like two people, and he looked several years older.

"Handsome guy, come so early, your show still has more than an hour." A bewitching woman in a dance dress passed by him and greeted him.

"Oh, Sister Rui, I'll come over early, so I'm better prepared." He smiled at the woman named Sister Rui and nodded.

"Don't be nervous, in fact, that's what happens on stage, let it go after two more times. If you want to say that this is the easiest for you, you can leave after the performance, and our time will be long. Sister Rui looked at Jiang Yichen, she knew that the new little boy in front of her was on stage for the first time today, and she was obviously a little nervous.

"Thanks, I'll take care of it." Jiang Yichen responded.

Sister Rui smiled at him again, then turned around and went into the locker room.

There are many women backstage, some are putting on makeup, some are chatting, and some are reclining on the back of their chairs to take a nap. Most of them are dancing entertainers with thick foundation on their faces. The Sister Rui just now was the lead dancer among them.

Dance is a regular program in nightclubs, and it is actually very hard work to perform many times a night and not get off work until late at night.

The smell of perfume filled the air, which he was not used to. So he got up, walked through the corridor backstage, and went for a walk in the courtyard.

At ten o'clock, Director Chen came to find him and told him to hurry up.

Jiang Yichen clenched his fists to cheer himself up, and then followed Director Chen to the hall.

The performance hall of Shenghuang Nightclub is not small, which can accommodate more than 200 guests at the same time. All kinds of facilities are complete, especially a full set of imported audio, which is said to be of the first-class level in Lingjiang City.

At this time, the hall is about two-thirds full, and the guests drink and chat while watching the performances on stage.

A female singer in residence had just finished singing two songs, and the hall burst into warm applause.

The female singer bowed and went off the stage.

"The next show is what everyone has been looking forward to for a long time, and our handsome magician will perform for everyone, his name is Jiang Yichen." The host's tone was exaggerated, and the tone was elongated.

As the rhythm music sounded, Jiang Yichen took a deep breath, mustered up his courage, and strode onto the stage.

The spotlight shone on him, a little dazzling. There was sparse applause from the audience, which is basically this treatment for artists who are not famous.

"Hello everyone, my name is Jiang Yichen, and I am very happy to be here today to spend an unforgettable night with you." Jiang Yichen read the opening remarks, feeling his throat tighten, and his voice was a little out of tune.

"Hehe, I'm still a newbie, look at this nervousness."

"Young enough, I look like a student."

"Sheng Huang has a problem with his funds, and he can't even afford to hire a decent artist."

Some of the audience began to talk a lot, and some people whistled twice. Cause laughter.

Jiang Yichen also felt that his state was not right, he tried his best to calm down, no longer looked at the audience, and focused on his performance.

This was much better, he rolled up his cuffs, spread his hands, and showed the audience that his hands were empty, and then his left hand supported his right elbow, and his right fingers were together, facing diagonally upward, motionless.

A playing card suddenly appeared between his fingers, signaled to the audience, and disappeared out of thin air.

"Hey, it looks like there's still two more hits."

"I didn't move my hands, it's a bit difficult."

The audience began to have a different opinion of the young magician.

Jiang Yichen faded the sleeve of his right hand all the way to his elbow, and the audience could see clearly, from the fingertips to the entire forearm, he was not wearing any ornaments, that is, there was no possibility of hiding the mechanism.

Jiang Yichen flicked his wrist up, and the playing cards popped up continuously, snapping, and more than 20 cards popped up in one go.

The audience erupted in applause.

After a few actions, Jiang Yichen was no longer nervous, and his mentality gradually relaxed.

It was just a warm-up show, and the point is still to come.

"Some people say that freehand magic is to try to be fast with one hand, beyond the limits of the human eye, but under the high-speed camera, the original form will be revealed. So today, I'm going to do the opposite, performing a slow-motion magic trick for everyone, without any covering. Jiang Yichen said with a smile, his tone was much more natural.

When the audience heard this, they felt very fresh, so they all opened their eyes and watched his every move.

"Well, after performing for so long, no one has offered flowers, alas, it seems that I can only grow one by myself." Jiang Yichen said with a deliberate sigh.

There was good-natured laughter from the audience.

"Okay, that's it, let's take a look, a miracle is about to happen." He emphasized again, and then switched to his left hand, the sleeve still rolled up, and the palm of the hand stretched upward, level with his chest.

The music accords, and the tempo begins to pick up.

"Long." Jiang Yichen commanded in a lengthened tone.

Before the words fell, I saw that something really appeared on the palm of my hand, slowly stretching upward. Ten seconds later, the audience saw clearly that it was a yellow tulip, the plump flower was completely out of the palm of the hand, and went up, followed by two green leaves and flower stems.

This time, the applause was even warmer than just now. Accompanied by whistles.

After most of the tulips left his palm, Jiang Yichen twitched it with his right hand and completely detached it.

After showing it to everyone for a few seconds, it was then tossed into the audience in a chic pose.

"I'll do it." A woman screamed excitedly.

"Yo, it's still a real flower."

"Let me see. Is it true? ”

Next, Jiang Yichen simply walked off the stage, approached the audience, improvised a performance, put an empty red wine bottle horizontally, pressed one end of each palm, and squeezed it to the middle until the wine bottle slowly disappeared.

The atmosphere of the scene was successfully mobilized, with thunderous applause and cheers one after another.

"Ms. Bi at table 5 presented a flower basket."

"Mr. Zhang presented a flower basket at table nine."

At this time, the host reported loudly.

This is also the practice of the performing arts hall, where the store provides flower baskets to guests, each of which is 200 yuan, which they use to dedicate to their favorite artists and programs.

Naturally, the more popular the artist, the more baskets of flowers you get.

At the strong request of the audience, he should have quit and performed another small show, so he gave up.

"Have fun friends. Thank you. Jiang Yichen waved his hand to the audience and turned to step off the stage.