Chapter 812 544: The Deal
"With no defense at all, this really is space-time travel!"
Countless people exclaimed in shock, feeling it was unbelievable.
The world's top magicians backstage were already stunned speechless by the magic performed earlier, and everyone was trembling excitedly.
Willis and several familiar magicians gathered together to discuss the previous events.
"Heavens, he did it. God Xia really accomplished space-time travel. For a moment, I felt like I was dreaming; it's so unreal."
"God of Magic, from today on, God Xia deserves this title."
"Yes, from now on, anyone who doubts God Xia's magic is just against us."
"God Xia is the man closest to being divine in this world."
"This is the ultimate magic. In my lifetime, I finally witnessed it. Master, grandmasters, do you know that a magician in this world has reached the ultimate in magic!"
Practically everyone in the world was immersed in the shock brought by that magic show, while Xia Liang, the initiator of it all, stood on the stage with a calm expression.
Although he was witnessing space-time travel for the first time and experienced the power of the System Scroll, his feelings were only slightly stirred. After all, he had experienced the wonders of items produced by the system many times before.
For instance, the magic paintbrush, escape technique, fortune-telling life change—any one of these could overturn the world's understanding of magic.
At this moment, holding the microphone, he waited for the audience to calm down before smiling lightly.
"Dear audience, you should have felt the space-time travel just now. Next, we'll proceed with the second drawing."
As Xia Liang finished speaking, the numbers on the large screen behind him started to roll.
Having experienced the real thing earlier, everyone now knew that Xia Liang's magic of space-time travel was genuine. If they could travel to their favorite era or world to have a look, their life would be worthwhile.
Therefore, when the numbers on the screen began to roll, everyone tightly gripped their seat handles, eyes unblinking, watching the rapidly rolling numbers. The massive stadium, accommodating over ten thousand people, turned completely silent.
No one was willing to speak; no one wanted to utter a word. Everyone didn't want to waste their time and hoped to see if the numbers might land on them.
As Xia Liang started counting down from ten, when it finally stopped, the numbers on the big screen ceased spinning.
This number belonged to a VIP seat in this magic feast; the first two hundred seats were all VIP seats.
And a seat on the VIP section cost five Yuan!
Although it seems expensive, once seated there and experiencing the wonders brought by the magic feast firsthand, everyone felt their money was well spent.
At this moment, as the stage lights shone on seat number one hundred and twenty-three, an elderly man in his sixties stood up excitedly.
This person had sparse white hair but appeared to have a good disposition.
"It's me, hahaha, it's finally my turn. I never expected, in my lifetime, to have such an opportunity; it's simply so lucky."
Excitedly, the old man shakily stepped out from his seat.
"Old Cao, would you be willing to give me the chance? I'll offer one hundred Yuan."
Just then, a voice suddenly came from the seat beside the old man, belonging to a middle-aged man.
Everyone instinctively turned to look, seeing a forty-something man wearing glasses, who many found familiar, as if they'd seen him somewhere.
Suddenly, a youth in the crowd exclaimed.
"The Chairman of Tianling Group, Yang Han."
Others also reacted, recognizing the identity of the middle-aged man.
Tianling Group is a major company with a market value of tens of thousands, a wide industrial layout, and serves as a city's pillar industry, ranking globally among the Fortune 500 companies.
The Yang Family has been in business for three generations. When it was Yang Han's turn, his display of business acumen amazed everyone.
No one expected him to appear here today. The old man chosen was also a chairman of a company, but his company's market value was only a few thousand, hardly comparable to Tianling Group.
If Tianling Group wanted to acquire it, it could be done in minutes.
No one expected this sudden twist, leaving many dumbfounded, including the old man who paused, hesitatingly looking towards Xia Liang onstage.
The Chairman of Tianling Group, Yang Han, nervously said.
"God Xia, there's no rule against trading this draw name, right?"
Xia Liang shook his head with a smile.
"No, if someone wishes to purchase the spot, I certainly don't mind. Whoever comes up, it's the same for me. However, I don't want to see coercive buying or selling tactics and intimidation occur here."
Yang Han quickly nodded upon hearing this.
"Certainly, we're all cultured individuals; we wouldn't commit such uncouth acts?"
Then, he looked at the old man and continued smiling.
"Old Cao, how about one hundred Yuan?"
But before Old Cao could respond, a young woman beside him suddenly said.
"Mr. Yang, wanting to buy such a precious spot for just one hundred Yuan might be underrating it a bit, right? I'll offer two hundred Yuan."
Just after she spoke, a fifty-something man added.
"I'll offer three hundred Yuan. Old Cao should know me; I'm the chairman of Guangming Entertainment. Although my company doesn't have much liquid capital, I'm willing to directly mortgage my assets to you."
This surprised everyone.
To compete for a slot, he was willing to mortgage all his assets; he seemed determined to win it.
Yang Han chuckled and said.
"Five hundred Yuan, I can transfer the money right now with Old Cao's word."
As soon as his words fell, another middle-aged man shouted:
"One thousand Yuan!"
Yang Han's expression remained unchanged as he spoke again?
"Two thousand Yuan, let's see if anyone still wants to compete with me?"
Suddenly, the whole stadium became so quiet that a pin drop could be heard. Everyone was astounded by the numbers.
Two thousand isn't a small amount; many people couldn't earn this much in a lifetime. But now, these wealthy tycoons were competing for a slot, opening everyone's eyes wide
At this moment, sitting in the front row, Yang Xiu turned toward Yang Han with a smile.
"Yang, we're pretty much family; perhaps five hundred years ago, we were related."
"I'll offer ten thousand for this slot; you won't compete with me, will you?"