Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me-Chapter 546 - 545: Humanity Calls This Magic Trick?

The recently married young wives generally go out with their good friends, selecting fresh, live seafood, while chatting: "Gosh, buying groceries today is quite the event, with a handsome guy to watch."

"Hahaha, what are you talking about, it’s not just watching, didn’t we even touch? Those muscles, tsk tsk tsk, I regret getting married."

"Hold back a little, there are so many people around."

[Hahaha, the reactions of the married sisters are so real, did they touch Su Chenyan’s muscles?]

[Don’t people in this city like live broadcasts? The little sisters-in-law and older sisters-in-law don’t recognize Little Auntie and the others.]

[It’s normal, a young sister-in-law in the same community next door doesn’t like live broadcasts. She has her own hobbies, doing some knitting every day, and that’s also her social circle.]

The camera then switches back to Su Chenjin.

There were also people attempting to speak with Su Chenjin, trying to take advantage like they did with Su Chenyan and Su Chenfei.

But faced with the cold visage of Su Chenjin, the confidence of these young wives involuntarily shrank a notch. And that’s not all; even those pretending to buy were inquiring about prices, after asking.

After Su Chenjin finishes weighing and bagging, she counters with a question: "Are two pounds of oysters enough?"

Typically, for a family meal, two pounds of seafood is a bit over the top.

Yet, upon hearing Su Chenjin’s voice, they could not help but answer, "That’s enough, that’s enough."

After the purchase, looking at the bag in their hands, they mutter softly, "How did I end up buying? I’ve already bought so much, am I too obedient?"

[Goodness, if it were me, facing President Su, I reckon I’d do the same, unconsciously end up buying.]

[It’s about the presence of a superior, their tone naturally carries an aura that compels obedience. But President Su’s voice sounds really nice, it indeed seems like it could make you lose yourself. Ah, I really want to go there and buy, I also want to eat seafood from the Su Family’s seven brothers.]

[Aren’t there buddies on site? They say they’re not buying, are they truly not buying?]

[To buy or not is up to them. If they don’t want to buy, they won’t. Don’t morally bind them, there’s no need.]

The camera moved again, this time to the Black Tortoise.

As Mianmian’s personal partner, the Black Tortoise, now sporting a buzz cut, is seated on a small stool given by the production team, facing the timid fish in the basin.

The pressure of blood lineage is laid bare; the fish have an innate sense that a formidable predator is nearby and dare not move.

The fish are too scared to move, looking as if they were dead; who would want to buy them?

Compared to the busy Mianmian who’s performing, weighing fish, and collecting money, Black Tortoise’s side is particularly quiet—business hasn’t even started yet.

He glanced at Mianmian, then stood up to look at the Su brothers, his eyes conveying disbelief, almost as if thinking: To sell these goods, does one really need to go to such lengths?

Selling looks, it’s better to perform like Mianmian.

Hmm, cartwheeling and such is beneath me; perhaps performing magic is better. Do humans call this a magic trick?

Having made up his mind, Black Tortoise called out to a person passing by him: "Wanna see a magic trick? If you like it, buy my seafood." freewebnøvel.com

It was an elder gentleman who, upon hearing Black Tortoise mention a magic trick, his eyes suddenly widened: "Magic tricks? They’re more interesting than street performing. When I was young, I saw magic tricks, but it’s been over 50 years since then, never seen them again."

Smelling an opportunity, Black Tortoise pointed at the old man’s basket. With a light tap, the basket turned into a hopping rabbit.

[Hahaha, as expected of the ancestral being, calling magic ’magic tricks,’ right? I love watching, more please.]

[As said, hold back a bit. What ancestral being? This is the star Black Tortoise, adept at magic tricks!]

[I sternly applaud the previous comment, exactly, this is our star Black Tortoise who can do magic tricks.]

Netizens still tried hard to conceal Black Tortoise’s identity, unaware that some foreign audiences have no chance of discovering the truth.

Most of them don’t understand Dragon language to begin with. Some of the content, when translated, will also be screened by the internet censors; the Country simply doesn’t dare let its citizens know these things.

After all, different countries have different circumstances. When something happens in Dragon Country, brawling only involves grabbing whatever tool is at home. In foreign countries, once a fight breaks out, everyone pulls out guns, leading to greater casualties.

If Foreigners ever learned that besides "metaphysics," Dragon Country also harbored real Fairies capable of performing magic, they would first start to question their own nation’s deities. Next, they’d begin to doubt whether fantasy creatures really exist.

The most frightening thing would be the suspicion among the people of Werewolves and Vampires, especially since all documents say these two creatures are best at disguising themselves as humans. Once suspicion arises, people will seek validation.

What if the validation indeed reveals them?

Then what? Nationwide panic?

Agreements have been signed for centuries, and after exposing those existences, how can society remain stable?

The broader circumstances forbid it. Naturally, they cannot be exposed.

As for families like Charlie’s, which have ties with Werewolves, relevant personnel have been in the know all along, and even the hiring papers are fully prepared. Charlie, who has returned to his Country, is submitting evidence that a rival family had sent a Vampire to take his life in Dragon Country, while simultaneously organizing retribution against them.

No joke, the top families in America all have dealings with the underworld, don’t they?

The retaliation has basically concluded after these few days.

Charlie opened the Live Broadcast Room and saw his spot replaced by a man called Black Tortoise, which made him feel rather bittersweet.

The app he used was the Dragon Country version, enabling him to type and send bullet comments directly.

[This man is not as good as the original Charlie.]

[Oh, a Charlie fan has arrived! Charlie previously announced that he had business back home to deal with.]

[Just to mention, I have a friend in America who says there’s a family there that’s really suffering lately, seems like a lot of them got thrown into the slammer.]

Seeing a Dragon Country netizen talking about his home country, Charlie rubbed his temples and then sent a bullet comment hoping they would quickly switch the camera to Little Auntie.

The adorable Little Bun can heal the fatigue from these days of busy work!

The production team was quite understanding. After watching Black Tortoise’s magic tricks, they naturally switched the camera to Mianmian.

Mianmian’s performance had changed, now doing a bowl balancing act with chopsticks.

The little guy used his hands to hold chopsticks, balancing his customer’s bowl was not enough; he also had a chopstick held in his teeth, similarly balancing a little rabbit bowl.

The surrounding aunts and uncles clapped and cheered, feeling that the seafood was worth the purchase!

In the past, such juggling troupes, to make a living, toured around the country. Now they’ve mostly gone mainstream, requiring tickets to be purchased for performances.

Being able to witness such performances on the street today made them happy, and they shopped with greater alacrity.

Even some of the retirees with substantial pensions bought seafood and, in turn, tipped Mianmian. Having enjoyed Mianmian’s show, they also happily watched Black Tortoise’s magic tricks.

At this moment, however, there was someone staring at the screen, not happy at all.

The person was clad in a black robe, with a somber look, and after watching the screen, turned to look at Fen Tian who, despite having lost an arm, still lay on the bed leisurely as ever.