Volume 652 Props for Magic Shows

He counted the chips in front of him strangely, and it was less than 100,000 yuan. Is your casino going to close down?

But Qin Guan's heart became tense for no reason, and the crowd around him who feared that the world would not be chaotic, because this substitution seemed to have noticed something, on the contrary, he became even more excited.

High-level poker duel! It's much more exciting than watching those sex dances.

The crowd from the inner three floors and the outer three floors gathered towards this side, and Qin Guan looked at the way the new dealer was shuffling the cards out of the corner of his eyes.

The clattering white cards flashed in Qin Guan's eyes... j, 9, 4, 6, 6, k...

"Sir, would you like to continue?"

Ace, who had already entered the warm-up state, smiled and started to ask.

Before Qin Guan could answer the other party, a heavenly voice sounded from outside the crowd.

"Qin Guan, I found you."

And Qin Guan, who finally waited for the Lord's return, saw Cong Nianwei coming from the front, and he didn't care about being handsome, he got up and greeted him.

"Did you see the text message I sent you?"

"Um."

"Then wait for me for a while, I'll pack up the money, Wei Zi, good food tonight! I invite you! Haha!"

Qin Guan, who turned around, swept the chips on the table into the box with three strokes, and followed in the direction of Cong Nianwei as he was about to push through the crowd.

And the trump card dealer on the opposite side was almost dodged by Qin Guan's second retreat.

"Sir? Do you want to end it immediately?"

Qin Guan, who was focused on his girlfriend's heart, returned a little impatiently.

"I have a good eye and a strong memory. The next two people will split the cards. You will have a J and I will have a Q. Once again, you will have a 10 and I will have an 8."

You will definitely not continue to ask for cards, and I will either give up directly and lose $5 to you, or I will black you with a big hand, because I want another card, which is a 3! "

"So, I'm leaving, don't thank me! You're welcome!"

"Oh! Also, if the casino is really short of money, don't make it too obvious, really!"

After finishing speaking, Qin Guan sighed helplessly, hugged the box of chips, and ran away without a trace.

And behind the table at 21 o'clock, there were only the ace dealer who stood petrified on the spot, and the Asian dealer who was holding back a smile.

The Asian dealer took advantage of the short moment when everyone was stunned on the spot, gently opened the fifth card, but quickly cleared the card when no one was paying attention.

As expected, he was a world-class actor. No wonder he ran so fast. The last card was not a 3 but a 6, which was a sure-fire card for him.

But as the remaining onlookers, they didn't know.

The lucky seat that Qin Guan sat on for a short time, immediately had two strong men fighting for him, and the winner sat down proudly, which was the end of the whole incident.

China's great fortune tellers, if they come here, they can basically make a lot of money. Gamblers are the most superstitious group of people in the world.

"Pfft ha ha ha..."

The boss, who saw the whole process on the monitor, tapped his fingers lightly behind his desk, and the white Arab headscarf naturally slid down the arms on which they were placed.

The young Asian couple struggling to get out of the casino was completely unaware of the commotion behind it.

When Cong Nianwei stared dumbfounded at her boyfriend holding a roll of banknotes and showing off with a smile, although she didn't know the process, she understood that Qin Guan must have used some tricks again.

But a man who spends money at home is better than a prodigal who is addicted to gambling and throws money out, isn't it?

The merits and demerits are balanced, and for the sake of money, they will not be held accountable.

Naturally, Qin Guan, who arrived early at the backstage of the Lanxiu Grand Theater the next day, changed his slump when he first came to work, and he became happy.

The makeup artist of the performance crew led Qin Guan to a very professional dressing room, and the assistants around spread a layer of plastic film on the floor.

"Mr. Qin Guan, please take off your clothes."

"all?"

"No, a pair of shorts will do."

After receiving the response, Qin Guan breathed a sigh of relief, and took off the clothes on his body.

The heater in the background should have been turned on for a long time in the dressing room, so that even if the temperature here is not even an inch, it will not catch a cold.

The tattoo artist on the side, after Qin Guan got ready, started his painting process.

A kind of olive oil concoction that does not hurt the skin, mixed with richly colored gold powder, started to move in his hand.

But after a while, Qin Guan's whole body was covered with a layer of golden skin.

For the image of the finished product, please refer to the Eighteen Shaolin Bronze Figures, except that the color of Qin Guan's body is brighter.

His hair was spray-painted white, and his overall shape was like a god in a fairy tale, and the clothes brought by the costume team later also confirmed Qin Guan's initial thoughts.

This is a set of white pleated clothes with half of the shoulders exposed, which is simply wrapped around the front of the chest, and the length of the trousers just covers the knees.

After the paint on Qin Guan's body dried, he put on the lace-up shoes that were also tied with white straps, the ancient Greeks would wear lace-up shoes with only one sole.

Dressed up and standing in front of the full-length mirror, Qin Guan really doubted what kind of magic show he was participating in.

Afterwards, Qin Guan, who walked out of the dressing room, saw Chris who was also dressed up.

Then, he was stunned.

If this magic show is in Chris's current style, Qin Guan is already beginning to feel lucky that his costume is not too bad.

What I knew was Chris's magic show, but what I didn't know was that the zombies had just returned home after eating.

With a bloody mouth and a green face and fangs, he couldn't bear to look directly at him.

As a Qin Guan who has seen big waves in the fashion industry, he stood still in front of Chris very calmly, and only asked the most important words after the other party circled around him three times.

"What should I do next? Do you want to leave early?"

Satisfied, Chris pulled his eyes from Qin Guan's body, clapped his hands together: "Yes, we haven't rehearsed yet! Come to Qin Guan, follow me."

The overall plan was the same as that of Uncle Shushou. Qin Guan, who was behind him, walked through the red curtain of the waiting room and walked to the front of the stage.

There is a chair in the middle of the table, close to the curtain.

It's just that this chair is a bit special, it is welded together with an extremely strong iron steel bar, and this steel bar is currently connected to the base made of iron plates under the stage floor.

This made the chair look like an open umbrella. The small chair seemed to be suspended in mid-air, and it was only connected to the ground by a thin iron pillar.

"Props set!"

Chris gave an order, and his assistant, who had followed him on many tours, took out an escalator with a propped up bracket knowing it well.

Under the guidance of Chris' gesture, Qin Guan understood his next task. (To be continued.)