Allen lifted his glasses and spoke in a low voice, "I think you should know that the original owner of the Fox Company was Ms. Alice's father, Mr. Peters old." After speaking, he glanced at Asa.
Asa nodded, "Yes, I've heard of it."
Allen nodded, and continued in a deep voice, "Mr. Peters is a very avant-garde person. He introduced an idea very early on to put magic on the screen. In fact, he did. He signed Down a magician."
Asa's expression was still calm, since the other party would mention this matter, then the magic trick should be, "Hagrid?"
Allen didn't nod his head to confirm, but continued on his own, "After the magician joined the company, Mr. Peters was very optimistic about him. The future of that person can be said to be bright."
Alice, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up, "But within a year my father terminated the contract with him, the reason was not disclosed, and I was just a little girl in high school at that time."
Allen took out a document from his briefcase, "This is the document that Ms. Alice took out from Mr. Peters' personal safe a while ago."
Asa took the file, but did not open it, "Personal safe?"
"Yes, Mr. Peters did not tell Ms. Alice about the existence of this safe before he passed away." Allen nodded and confirmed, "This safe is stored in the Bank of Los Angeles, and the person in charge of the bank called to inform Ellis Ms. Si went to get it."
"Why didn't you tell me before, but now..." Asa's words were interrupted by Allen.
"You will understand everything when you open the folder." Allen nodded for confirmation, "I went back to Hollywood a while ago because of this incident."
Asa raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and tore off the red wax on the document bag. Inside was an old voice recorder and an opened letter.
Asa pressed the switch, and some very noisy sounds came from inside, as if recorded in a windy place. After a while, a young voice came out of the noisy air, "Mr. Peters, I always thought that your obsession with money would be above everything else."
Hearing this sentence, Asa frowned slightly, because he recognized that it was Hagrid's voice, although his voice was a little older and less unruly in comparison.
"In theory, that's right, but I also have my own moral bottom line." A very calm old man's voice came from the recorder, and Asa knew that it was probably Mr. Peters' voice.
Hagrid's voice was silent for a while, "When did you find out?"
"Discovered? Do you mean that I discovered that you copied Mr. Rick's prop structure, or that you destroyed Mr. Mooney's magic tricks, bribed the other party's assistant, and left the plug on the water tank lid there, causing Mr. Mooney to fail in time?" Escape, sent to the hospital already brain dead, Hagrid Mr. Wells." Mr. Peters pronounced the last name clearly.
Hagrid didn't speak in his voice, but Asa could basically imagine the expression on the other side, and after a long time, the other side slowly said, "I don't think I'm wrong, sir, my point is that I want to go up, There must be no one above, and it is impossible for two great magicians to emerge in one era."
There seemed to be a sound of paper shaking coming from the recorder, "Our views are not the same, Mr. Hagrid, I think our contract has come to an end."
"No! You can't do this, I will be famous in the future, and you will regret it!" Hagrid's voice sounded a little crazy, "When my name, Hagrid Wells, is known all over the world, you will regret it! "
Peters' voice was still steady, "Maybe you will be famous in the future, and you will tell me the feasibility of your theory with your own actions, but," Mr. Peters paused and chuckled, "wrong What is wrong is wrong, it may make you, but it can also destroy you."
The sound of the recorder stopped abruptly, and the entire box returned to silence. The other two did not speak. Asa opened the letter and read it.
The content of the letter is very short, apparently addressed to his daughter Alice...
Seeing Asa pick up the letter, Alice slowly opened her mouth, "My father understands Hagrid's personality and thinks that he will take revenge on Fox after he succeeds, and I funded Mu Yuan to perform his famous magic tricks, which he thinks It was my provocation."
Asa folded the letters and put them in the folder together with the recording pen, "I think you, like your father, have a unique business vision."
Alice's expression suddenly became very excited, and when she was about to say something, Alan quickly interrupted, "We need your assistance, Mr. Asa."
"Of course, what's wrong? At least now we have a common enemy." Asa guessed the intention of the other party when he heard the content of the recording, and would show him, an outsider, the private letter written by his father to his daughter. , nothing more than trying to pull him into the camp.
"Then Mr. Allen took me to the monitoring room to watch a show yesterday, did he prepare it in advance? If I didn't ask to edit that scene, you would have prepared it too, right?"
"In theory, there is nothing wrong with that." Allen nodded rigidly, "But we signed you because we are really optimistic about your talent. I hope you don't doubt this."
Alice took advantage of the situation and put on a nympho face, "Oh God, God knows how much I adore you, I heard Ellen say you don't even need props! This is incredible!"
Asa sat on the back of the chair, looked at the two people who were singing together, and said slowly after a long while, "It's a pleasant cooperation."
Alice's expression suddenly became serious, and she extended her hand with a smile, "It's a pleasant cooperation. You know, I'm here today just to explain my position to you. Alan said that it's enough for him to tell you, but I think I will come here in person." It seems more sincere."
"Lazy?" Allen looked back at the other party blankly, and pierced it mercilessly, "The cause of this incident can be finished in a few minutes, and you don't need to fly over for several hours at all."
Alice looked at Asa eagerly, hoping to let him explain the necessity of coming here in person.
"To be honest, Mr. Allen has been so active in helping me collect criminal evidence and help install fake props, which has already prepared me mentally. The only thing left is for him to tell me frankly."
Asa smiled and looked at Alice, "After all, the company's goal is to make a profit. It is doubtful to help me do this without any doubts. Ma'am, there is really no need for you to come and tell me this in person."
"Oh well, well, I really wanted to be lazy." Alice waved her hand indifferently, and chatted with Asa and the others about some work-related matters—
"By the way, the director of the international station called me today and said that he was satisfied with YouTube's clicks. He decided to spare half an hour for a trial episode at twelve o'clock today." Alice raised her wrist and looked at her watch. , "It should have started by now."
Allen took a sip of his coffee, "Really? It was settled so quickly? You planned it a long time ago." After speaking, he glanced at Alice, "That director pays attention to ratings, you knew he was afraid Missed the most popular stage of the video, and how much benefit did you give him?"
"Theoretically, there is nothing wrong with this. Innovative magic has always been a shortcoming." Alice dragged her chin and stirred the coffee, "Bribe? Not much."
At the same time, in London, England, it’s time for lunch in a church sanitarium located in the suburbs. A small young man with a yellowish complexion is sitting at the table in the cafeteria, waiting for a meal, and a variety show is playing on the TV hanging from the top of the cafeteria. stage magic show.
The small young man glanced up casually, his cloudy pupils shrank suddenly, he screamed unconsciously, and knocked over the dinner plate in front of him with his waving hands.
Several nuns, nuns and monks ran up, grabbed the opponent's stick-like arm, and tried to subdue him.
A few minutes later, an elderly nun looked at the man who was tied up in the shape of rice dumpling on the ground, constantly drawing and pulling the cross on his chest, and said with lingering fear, "Oh God, what happened to him? Why won't the devil let this man be let go?" Poor boy possessed by an evil spirit."
This man is called Miller, who was sent here a month ago and is the most loyal believer of the church. Like the believers who came in with him, his memory was erased by the possession of evil spirits, and he couldn't even take care of basic life.
But the other party has been very quiet, and this is the first time that a situation like today has happened.
The older nun looked at the TV along the line of sight of the other party. The magician inside was as clean as an angel, her long golden hair was well-groomed, and her lake-blue pupils looked like the sky behind the god on the church murals. —
Could it be that evil spirits are at work? Can't help but go crazy when you see holy and clean things
Just when the nun was suspicious, she saw a person in the camera. That person had short red hair and a handsome face, but her focus was obviously not on it.
"Quickly, quickly bring us the photo that Bishop Hunting gave us!" Mammy urged the little nun beside her, "Quickly, we need to run."
Although the little nun ran very fast, by the time she got the photo, the TV station had already changed the program.
Mammy sat on the seat, staring at the photo in her hand for a while and was silent for a while. The photo was a work photo of a man, and a red-haired bartender was wiping a wine glass.
"Nina, come and help me find out, is it the audience that was just targeted by the magician?" The elder nun didn't wear reading glasses, squinted her cloudy eyes for a while and then called out to the little nun, " When you get older, your eyes don't work well."
The panting nun looked closer, nodded and said, "Although the man on TV is a bit fatter than this one, it should be him."
"This photo was sent along with this group of poor believers. Although I didn't say anything specific, could it be him—" the elderly nun hesitated, and glanced at Miller who was screaming on the ground. , the other party's saliva flowed on the floor, but the emotion was not as excited as before.
Rubbing between her eyebrows, the nun handed the photo to the monk beside her, "Report to Father John what happened today."
The church has a very strict hierarchy, and they are only low-level priests in the church, and her duty is only to take care of these poor people.
For other matters, it is better to leave it to the superiors to deal with, but...
The nuns glanced at the gloomy sky outside the window, it seemed that it was going to rain again—