Entering the club, the clear sight immediately came into view. The first thing you saw was the club's counter. The counter was made of common wooden red paint, and it exuded a faint scent of jasmine from time to time. It should have been processed by some special process.
The whole place is kept clean and tidy, with only some well-made wooden signs on the surface that describe the services provided in the club.
On the wall behind the counter, there is a large display cabinet with compartments. Each compartment of the display cabinet contains an exhibit. Most of them are different wines, and a small part are some commonly used daily necessities.
At the counter at this moment, there were two girls laughing and joking. They were wearing the same black and white maid uniforms. They were obviously service staff in the club.
At this time, Ms. Lereira Hurley, who was walking in front of Brian, ordered the two girls: "I want to show this gentleman around the club. You go out and watch first. If anyone comes, greet him first.
Wait for me to come back!"
"Okay, Ms. Lereira!" As soon as the words were spoken, a girl agreed, hurriedly left the counter, then bypassed Brian and the other two, and ran out of the club.
During the process, the girl nodded to Brian.
Although she is middle-aged, she does not look old. Ms. Lereira twisted her waist and introduced to Brian who was wearing a brown formal suit: "These two are the service maids in the club. If you need anything during normal times, or if you have any questions,
They can all help you solve it."
Brian didn't speak, just nodded silently, and looked straight ahead. In front of him was a corridor large enough for three people to pass at the same time, and on both sides of the corridor, there were areas blocked by dazzling black curtains.
These areas are divided into two rows, and are connected to each other. They are small leisure spaces for club members to rest, eat, drink tea, and talk.
The two then walked inside and reached the club's lobby. The space suddenly became much larger, and the layout was also very different from before. There were about a dozen chairs and wooden tables of the same style regularly placed in the hall.
There were so many sets. In some of them, some well-dressed and mature people, men and women, were already sitting around.
"Mr. Brian, from the entrance to here, all the cubicles and seats you see are resting places prepared by our club for our members."
"Here, we will try our best to provide you with all the services you need, such as a room for rest, or some food and afternoon tea. Of course, these things are provided free of charge unless there are some specific requirements.
, we will charge additional fees.”
"In addition to these foundations, many outstanding magicians will come here to communicate with each other, such as the recently very famous Mr. Wilbur Champion."
"Also, when some guests need magic performances, we will also arrange suitable club magicians to recommend them to the guests. However, we will take 10% of the remuneration as compensation for our recommendation and arrangement..."
After Ms. Lereira finished the introduction, Brian nodded in his mind and thought it was pretty good. Then he asked: "So Ms. Lereira, what are the conditions for joining the club?"
In the past few days, he has joined two clubs one after another, namely the Fighting Club and the Shooting Club. Both have certain requirements for joining the club, which is to pay a certain fee. However, these fees have been reimbursed by the "Cleaning Department".
Ryan didn't pay a penny.
Ms. Lereira smiled: "You only need to pay 6 pounds a month to join the club, and annual membership is cheaper, 70 pounds a year."
"6 pounds a month, 70 pounds a year, this is really not a place that ordinary people can come to!" Hearing the price, Brian cursed in his heart, but he showed no expression on the surface and was not ready to back down. Because "acting" is
Necessary, urgently needed.
"Take me through the admission procedures!"
Ms. Lereira raised the corners of her mouth and stretched out her hand in a gesture of invitation: "This way, Mr. Bryan."
Soon, Brian followed Lyrela's guidance and entered a room that was decorated like an office and completed one month's payment of handling fees. The reason why he chose the smallest standard was that, firstly, the usefulness of the Magic Club remained to be seen, and secondly,
There is no more cash.
Apart from the salary from the "Cleaning Department", there is currently only one way for Brian to obtain money, and that is to rely on tricks to complete thousands of winnings in the casino. But he did not do this. During several nights in the casino, he was
Under the condition of ensuring that I will not lose, I quietly observe other suspicious people and never use tricks to deliberately win more.
Ms. Lereira did not have any change because her harvest was less than she originally expected. She stood up with a normal expression, stretched out her hand and said with a smile: "I hope you will like it here!"
Brian stood up one after another, shook hands with Lyreira calmly and said, "I believe I will!"
After the two completed the formalities, they prepared to go out one after another. When Ms. Lereira just turned the handle and opened the door, they heard a gentle and slightly apologetic male voice:
"Sorry Mr. Miles, I cannot agree to such a price!"
Brian followed the voice and looked curiously, and saw a middle-aged man in a gray suit with a slight beard standing up from the lobby and walking straight to the main entrance of the club.
At the same time, Ms. Lereira also saw this scene. She suddenly became nervous, immediately stepped forward, stopped the middle-aged man, and asked: "Mr. Dennis, what happened?"
The person who came was the liaison officer of the club, a middle-aged magician named Dennis Christ. The middle-aged magician said angrily: "Ms. Lereira, please don't recommend me those poor civilians next time. I will pay you 15 pounds for the appearance fee."
I won’t agree! There is another performance in the afternoon, so I won’t waste time here. Goodbye!”
After saying that, Dennis put the gray hat on his head and opened the Magic Club without looking back.
Seeing the broad back in front of her gradually shrinking, Ms. Lereira raised her hand and wanted to say something, but in the end she sighed.
Seeing this, Brian had a rough guess: "There should be a magic show commissioned here. Later, Ms. Lereira recommended it to the magician named Dennis, but it seems that the price of the commission was...
Sir is not interested."
He stood there and thought carefully: "Well... I lack the opportunity and experience to perform. This may be a good opportunity. Although I don't have any superb skills, the magician profession brings
Magic knowledge should be enough!"
With a plan in mind, Brian took a few steps forward, came to Ms. Lereira's side, and asked about the incident. After Ms. Lereira gave a brief and clear explanation, Brian nodded. Everything was consistent with what he had guessed.
Not much difference.
Then Brian smiled shyly and said, "Can you let me try?"
Ms. Lereira looked up and down at the young man in front of her, looking slightly hesitant, but after a few seconds, she felt that this seemed to be a good choice. Because the two were relatively equal, there was a high probability that they would not dislike each other.
"This is a good suggestion, let me recommend it to you!"