I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 700 - 486: Don’t Want to Live Anymore?_2

What is magic? To put it simply, it’s that moment of revelation.

The more miraculous a magic trick seems, the simpler its principle might be. Once you learn the truth behind it, you’ll have an "Ah, so that’s how it’s done!" epiphany. You might even start to think it’s too simple and not magical at all. It’s a normal reaction to see a magic trick and immediately wonder how it was done. However, the charm of magic lies precisely in this mystery; not understanding is where the fun is.

Therefore, exposing a magician is unethical. It not only robs the audience of their enjoyment but also negates all the magician’s hard work. It’s inevitable that some people feel the need to uncover the secrets behind every trick, thinking it makes them cool, but a magician must never reveal their own methods. One of the reasons magic in this world is so neglected is because everyone already knows the secrets. If everyone understands how every trick is performed, what’s the point in watching?

Xia Liang’s lesson by example deeply resonated with He Jing. Although she was still consumed by curiosity, she refrained from asking him how he did it.

After they had dinner, Xia Liang drove He Jing home, departing under her somewhat reluctant gaze.

What Xia Liang didn’t know was that after he fell asleep, a recording of his performance from earlier that day began to spread like wildfire. Of course, he probably wouldn’t have cared even if he knew. He was already famous enough, so a little more exposure didn’t matter. Besides, he was planning on making big news tomorrow.

The next day was bright and clear with excellent visibility, perfect for the audience to appreciate Xia Liang’s performance. Thanks to the video circulating from the day before, an especially large crowd had gathered, packing the area around the stage so tightly that not another drop of water could trickle through. What was different today were the two large screens erected below the shopping mall. When Xia Liang performed, his image would be broadcast on them, capturing his every move and action.

When it was time to start, Xia Liang casually strolled onto the stage built at the base of the shopping mall.

Upon seeing him, the audience erupted into cheers. Many were already his fans, and some of the women even shouted "hubby."

"Here he comes! Look, quick, look!"

"Ahh, my hubby’s here!"

Xia Liang walked to the center of the stage, picked up the microphone, and greeted the crowd with a smile. "Hello, everyone. Welcome to my performance—one that is truly unprecedented and will never be replicated."

As usual, Xia Liang’s description of his magic show was so exaggerated it bordered on arrogant, provoking some dissatisfaction in the crowd.

Who does this guy think he is, claiming his magic is unprecedented and unrepeatable?

"The magic I’m performing today is different from any ordinary trick," he continued. "Can you guess what it is?"

At Xia Liang’s question, the audience below immediately burst into a cacophony of chatter. They guessed all sorts of things: some suggested a grand illusion involving making someone appear, others bet on close-up magic, and a few thought it would be an escape act.

But not a single person imagined that Xia Liang would jump from the top of the shopping mall. After signaling for the crowd to quiet down, Xia Liang gave a mysterious smile.

"You’ve all guessed wrong. Now, let me tell you what magic I’m going to perform..."

He paused, deliberately building the suspense.

"Come on, handsome, tell us!"

"Hubby! Tell us quickly!"

As the audience clamored, Xia Liang finally spoke.

"Shh... Listen closely. The trick I’m going to perform is..." He raised his hand as he spoke, pointing toward the rooftop of the towering shopping mall. "Jumping off from there."

The building seemed to scrape the clouds. The entire audience followed his finger, their heads tilting back.

"Damn, are you trying to kill yourself?!"

"Hubby, don’t do something you’ll regret!"

The crowd was in an uproar at his words. Xia Liang actually said he was going to jump from the top of the shopping mall—that was over a hundred meters high!

It was at an awkward height—neither extremely high nor trivially low—and that’s what made it so daunting. How could any safety measures be arranged? Using wires from such a distance would be impractical. A parachute? Then it wouldn’t be magic.

So what exactly was Xia Liang going to do?

"So when I say this is a magic performance the likes of which has never been seen before and will never be seen again, you thought I was joking?" Xia Liang said with a smile. "I’m about to go up now, and a camera will follow my every move. You can watch everything on the big screens. When I jump, you can either watch the screens or look up. Don’t worry, I won’t land on any of you."

Xia Liang’s humor greatly eased the tense atmosphere, and even the fans who had been nervous for him began to laugh.

He turned and walked off the stage, a cameraman immediately tailing him. As the cameraman followed Xia Liang into the elevator, the tens of thousands of spectators below all looked up at the giant screens. The audience watched as Xia Liang took the elevator to the top floor.

After reaching the top floor, Xia Liang headed for the stairwell. There was no direct elevator to the rooftop, so he had to climb the rest of the way. As he walked, he continued to greet the audience below through the camera.

Finally, Xia Liang reached the rooftop.

The rooftop of the shopping mall was deserted, cluttered only with a mess of pipes.

He turned to the camera. "I’ve reached the rooftop. As you can see, there are no props or safety measures up here."

The cameraman panned the camera around as he spoke, showing the empty rooftop to the audience below.

"Everyone, watch closely," Xia Liang announced. "I’m about to jump."

His words made even the cameraman incredibly nervous, but his professional training kicked in, and he kept the camera steady, never lowering it.

Xia Liang slowly walked to the edge of the roof, lifted his foot, and stepped over the railing.

When the audience below saw this, everyone’s hearts were in their throats.

Standing on the very ledge of the rooftop, Xia Liang turned back to the camera. "Once I jump, a helicopter and several drones will track and film me, so don’t worry about missing anything. When I get closer to the ground, you can look up and see for yourselves."

He ruffled his hair, struck a handsome pose, and then smiled. "Well then, my dear audience, here I come."

With that, Xia Liang spread his arms and simply leaned backward.

He was standing on the very edge of the rooftop!

Leaning back like that, Xia Liang plummeted from the building!

The moment he jumped, the helicopter on standby immediately scrambled to follow, broadcasting his descent in crystal clear detail onto the large screens below. Xia Liang fell with incredible speed, and on the helicopter’s camera feed, he quickly shrank into a tiny black dot.

However, his figure was never lost. When the helicopter could no longer track him, a drone immediately took over. In fact, Xia Liang’s original plan was to use a relay of several drones to capture his entire descent. This way, the audience wouldn’t miss a single moment. Xia Liang fell faster and faster, hurtling toward the ground.

It wasn’t just the audience below; even the employees working in the mall saw Xia Liang streak past their windows.

80 meters...

50 meters...

10 meters...

The audience below was no longer looking at the screens. They only had to look up to see him. From a small black dot, Xia Liang grew larger and larger.

But his speed never decreased. The crowd was getting scared.

Many of the more faint-hearted spectators squeezed their eyes shut in fear. They were terrified they were about to witness a suicide, not a magic show.

However, the bloody scene everyone imagined never happened.

Just an instant before impact, Xia Liang abruptly stopped in midair.

He simply stood—or rather, hovered—above the stage.