Rebirth: How A Loser Became A Prince Charming - Chapter 652

Chapter 652: The Magic Show Prop

Qin Guan counted his chips curiously . They were worth about 100,000 dollars . Will the casino go bankrupt?

He grew nervous, and so did the crowd, who wanted to see the world in chaos . They were all excited to watch a duel between two talented men . This was even more fun than an erotic dance!

People gathered around the table as Qin Guan shot a secret look at the dealer . Cards flashed before his pupils .

J, 9, 4, 6, 6, K . . .

J, 9, 4, 6, 6, K…

"Shall we continue, sir?" the new dealer asked Qin Guan with a smile . Before he could reply, a familiar voice was heard from the crowd .

"There you are, Qin Guan!"

Qin Guan saw Cong Nianwei walk over to him . He had no time to pretend . He just stood up to welcome her .

"Did you get my message?"

"Yes!"

"Wait a minute, I have to gather my money . We'll have a big dinner tonight . My treat!"

Qin Guan turned around to put all the chips in his box . Just as he was about to follow Cong Nianwei out, the dealer came back to his senses . He nearly fainted in reaction to Qin Guan's behavior .

"Are you leaving, sir?"

Qin Guan, who was focused on his girlfriend, answered him impatiently, "I have both a good eyesight and good memory . The next cards would be J, Q, 10, 8 . You wouldn't ask for more cards . I'd give up and lose 5 dollars to you or an even bigger amount, as the next card would be 3 . No, thank you . I'd rather go . You are welcome!"

Qin Guan let out a sigh of resignation and ran away with his chips . The dealer was standing stupefied behind the table as the Asian caller tried his best to suppress his laughter .

The caller gently picked a fifth card out and shuffled the cards again . Qin Guan was an international award-winning actor after all . He had good reason to run away, as the fifth card was a 6, not a 3, which was an unfavorable card for him .

The audience had no idea about that though . The strong man took Qin Guan's lucky seat proudly .

A Chinese fortune teller would make a big fortune in Las Vegas . Gamblers were the most superstitious people in the world .

"Ha ha!"

The manager, who had witnessed everything through the monitor, sat back, lost deep in thought . His white Arabic head scarf slid down his shoulders .

The Asian lovers got out of the casino with a roll of bills . When she saw the proud smile on Qin Guan's face, Cong Nianwei realized that he must have played some kind of trick . A winner was better than a loser though, so she decided to let it go for the sake of the money .

Qin Guan headed to the Blue Man Show Theater early the next day . He was in a very good mood as the stylist led him to a professional dressing room . The assistants had spread a plastic film on the floor .

"Please take off your clothes, sir . "

"All of them?"

"No, you can keep your underwear on . "

Qin Guan let out a sigh of relief as he undressed . There was a heater in the room, so he didn't feel cold .

A painter began to paint colorful patterns on his body, using a mixture of wild olive oil and golden powder . Soon, Qin Guan's skin was a glittering golden color . Only his face still looked normal .

His color was even brighter than the 18 brass figures of the Chinese Martial Artists in the Shaolin Temple .

His hair was colored white . When everything was finished, he looked like a mythical god . The costume provided by the prop team confirmed his theory .

The loose costume was more like a sheet . The crew wrapped him in it, leaving one of his shoulders and legs exposed . Then Qin Guan put on a pair of Greek-style shoes with laces .

As he stood before the mirror, Qin Guan wondered what kind of magic show he would take part in . When he saw Chris' costume, he felt grateful for his sheet .

Chris looked like a zombie after dinner . He had a big bloody mouth and sharp fangs . Qin Guan, who was an experienced insider of the fashion circle, stood before Chris calmly as the man moved around him, gasping in admiration .

"What shall I do next? Should we go through the performance in advance?"

Chris took his eyes off Qin Guan's body and clapped his hands .

"Oh, that reminds me! We haven't had a rehearsal! Come with me!"

Qin Guan followed the unreliable man through the red curtain that led to the stage . There was a chair in the center of the stage . The chair was welded to a steel bar, which was connected to a base on the floor .

The chair looked like an umbrella . It was floating in the air, a thin steel prop holding it above the floor .

"Prop team!"

At Chris' order, his assistant took out an ascending angle bracket . Qin Guan suddenly realized what his task was .

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