I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 795 - 534 Performance

Yang Xiu smiled as he asked.

"Alright."

Liu Tongtong nodded quickly, gently closed the door behind her, and then left. She wasn't foolish; she naturally understood that Yang Xiu had matters to discuss with Xia Liang and had found a pretext to send her away.

After Liu Tongtong left, only Xia Liang and Yang Xiu remained in the room.

Yang Xiu walked over, pulled up a stool, and sat down. He smiled and asked, "God Xia, are you satisfied with the venue for this magic feast?"

Xia Liang nodded. "I'm satisfied. With Boss Yang investing so much, of course I'm content."

Hearing this, Yang Xiu grew a little worried. "So, how are your preparations coming along? If I'm not mistaken, your magic duel with Peng Changye is going to be very dangerous. He's probably practiced with his Water Tank Escape prop countless times. He'll have every step timed down to the second, knowing exactly what to do and when. He has prepared everything perfectly, but you still haven't even seen the tank. This is very unfair to you."

At this, Yang Xiu sighed. "When I first told you about this, you should have taken it more seriously. You should have just had Peng Changye bring the tank to your house so you could practice."

To Yang Xiu, this was clearly an unfair duel. First, the water tank was designed by Peng Changye. Even now, Xia Liang had no idea how difficult the Water Tank Escape would be or how many obstacles Peng Changye had built into it. Meanwhile, Peng Changye had already practiced the escape countless times.

So, in Yang Xiu's eyes, this magic performance was extremely dangerous for Xia Liang. Although Xia Liang's magic was divinely skilled, something even he greatly admired, an outstanding performance was impossible without the aid of meticulously prepared props. And now, Xia Liang hadn't even seen the prop. How could he possibly win this contest?

Unless Xia Liang planned to lose!

"It's nothing," Xia Liang said with a faint smile. "Even if Peng Changye's water tank is designed to defy common sense and is incredibly difficult, it's not a problem for me. However, I thank you for your concern, President Yang."

Seeing Xia Liang's attitude, Yang Xiu knew better than to say anything more. He took a bank card from his pocket, placed it on the table, and said, "There's three thousand Yuan in this card. You've earned it. It's not much, but I hope you'll accept it."

Xia Liang glanced at Yang Xiu in surprise. Three thousand Yuan was no small sum. He knew Yang Xiu had made a lot from ticket sales, but almost a third of that would go to taxes. Furthermore, Yang Xiu's own investment wasn't small, so for him to offer three thousand Yuan was quite generous indeed.

This is how a real businessman operates!

If Peng Changye were here and found out Yang Xiu had given Xia Liang three thousand Yuan, he would probably go mad with jealousy. After all, he was the one who had engineered this magic feast, yet not only had he not earned a single penny, but he'd also saddled himself with a mountain of penalties for breach of contract. Nearly all his assets were liquidated to cover the debt, and he still wasn't in the clear. If the advertisers and investors betting on him didn't still have faith in the upcoming competition, Peng Changye would have already skipped town.

Xia Liang, however, did not decline and accepted it gracefully. "In that case, I won't be polite. It's a pleasure working with someone like you, President Yang."

A sum of three thousand Yuan was something many magicians, even some of the world's best, might not earn in their entire lifetime. And now, after cooperating with Yang Xiu just once, he had earned so much—not that he really cared about the money.

"By the way, Peng Changye is probably in a terrible spot," Yang Xiu said with a laugh. "He's already drowning in debt. If you beat him this time, he'll be completely ruined. He still owes the bank hundreds of thousands on his mansion's mortgage alone."

"I have faith in your abilities, President Yang," Xia Liang nodded.

"A pleasure doing business with you," Yang Xiu said, extending his hand.

Xia Liang shook it, after which Yang Xiu turned and walked toward the door. Just as he opened it, he found Liu Tongtong standing right outside with a cup of coffee.

"Thank you."

Yang Xiu took the coffee from her and left with a happy expression.

Over the next hour, dozens of other magicians came to visit Xia Liang. However, their attitudes were far from friendly. The titles the public had bestowed upon Xia Liang, like "God of Magic," made them deeply uncomfortable. After all, the God of Magic was the pinnacle of their profession—their literal god. Since the dawn of magic, no magician had ever been deified by the public, so naturally, they couldn't accept it.

Xia Liang paid them little mind, simply smiling it off.

Finally, an hour later, the magic feast officially began.

As a melodious and mysterious tune echoed through Qingyun Stadium, the audience erupted in cheers. Then, amidst a thick mist of dry ice, Xia Liang slowly walked out from backstage. Today, he was dressed in a black magician's tuxedo and a matching top hat, which only accentuated his mysterious and handsome aura, prompting a thunderous, overwhelming wave of applause.

Everyone, from the organizers to the other magicians, understood the truth: Qingyun Stadium was packed to capacity entirely because of Xia Liang. The massive crowd was here for him. Because today, they could get their fill of Xia Liang's magic.

Although the countless magicians backstage were sour with jealousy, this was the reality. Xia Liang's popularity in the Dragon Country had reached its zenith. His magic had even captured the attention of government officials worldwide, prompting the establishment of the Xia Liang Magic Research Institute dedicated solely to studying his work. Given all this, such a thunderous reception was only natural.