I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 720 - 496: In the Air_2

*How can someone just float in mid-air? They must have him on a wire from above, right?*

The comment feed flooded the screen. It wasn't just the Online Friends thinking this; at that moment, everyone was curious how Xia Liang was doing it. Suspension by wires seemed to be the only explanation. However, just then, the helicopter flew directly over Xia Liang's head.

*Wires? The helicopter is right over his head! How could there be wires?*

*But how in the world is he doing it?*

*Holy crap! I've got goosebumps all over! This Anchor is insane!*

Nanjing Road was in chaos. Everyone's eyes were glued, unblinking, to Xia Liang floating in the sky.

At that moment, Xia Liang suddenly spread his arms wide and shouted, "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to my live Cloud Stroll!"

The crowd on the street fell silent the instant he spoke. The moment he finished, earth-shattering screams erupted. Shopping was completely forgotten; all eyes were fixed solely on Xia Liang and his astonishing performance.

Such a suave appearance, such an astonishing and stylish entrance, such a magical way of floating in the air—there was no way to express the feeling of the moment other than screaming. This was especially true for many of the women in the audience, who were screaming with tears of excitement already streaming from their eyes.

At that moment, whether they were at the scene, in the live stream room, or in front of their TVs, women of all ages became Xia Liang's devoted fans, thoroughly dazzled by him.

Even Shi Yan, watching the live broadcast on her computer in the hotel office, couldn't contain her excitement, despite not being able to be there in person.

Amidst the crowd's screams, an even more magical scene unfolded. The floating Xia Liang began to walk, step by step. In the helicopter, the female reporter had completely lost her composure. Tears streamed down her face, and though her voice was hoarse from shouting, she never stopped, remaining dedicated to her job.

"Xia Liang is moving! He's walking! He's walking in the air as if it were a solid road!"

Xia Liang walked slowly but with incredible stability. There was nothing unusual about his posture; it was no different from walking on flat ground. With each step, the crowd could even hear the sound of footsteps—TAP, TAP—as if he were wearing leather shoes on tile. The sound was ethereal, its source impossible to pinpoint, yet it was so clear it seemed to truly be coming from Xia Liang's walk.

"How is this possible?"

Many who had hoped to make a name for themselves by debunking Xia Liang's magic were left dumbfounded.

A man who called himself the "Magician's Nemesis" was watching Xia Liang's live broadcast. He was stunned speechless, as was his entire team. They had all huddled together, brimming with confidence that they would achieve their goal, but now, their expressions were grim as they fell silent.

After a long pause, someone finally spoke up. "Can any of you imagine how he's doing that?" As he spoke, his eyes never left Xia Liang's figure, and the others were the same. They began to discuss the performance even as they watched in awe.

"The helicopter is circling him continuously. Wires from above are absolutely out of the question."

"Not from above, but what about from the sides? There are tall buildings on both sides, so the conditions are there."

"If he's suspended from the sides, how is he moving forward?"

This question was a stumper for them. Silence fell once more before someone else continued.

"We planted a number of people in the commercial district, but we never expected him to make an entrance like this. It was all for naught."

"Could he really be walking on air?"

In a fit of uncontrollable rage, the Magician's Nemesis flipped the table over, panting, his eyes red with fury. "Everyone, keep your eyes peeled! I refuse to believe he's completely flawless!"

This group refused to give up, but Xia Liang truly revealed no flaws. He walked for over a hundred meters in the air, only stopping as he neared the intersection. Despite so many people watching, not a single person could spot anything unusual.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, are you satisfied with today's performance?" Xia Liang called out again.

The response was another tsunami of screams. How could they not be satisfied? It couldn't have been more satisfying.

Is this really just magic and not sorcery? Can magic truly be performed to this extent? After this, who would dare call magic boring?

At that moment, people were still unaware of the profound impact Xia Liang's performance would have. They just kept screaming, desperately trying to push closer to Xia Liang's position, hoping to catch another glimpse of him.

In the air, Xia Liang took off his top hat and gave a gentlemanly bow. "Thank you all for your support. I am the Magician, Xia Liang, and I will bring you even more wonderful performances in the future."

After the bow, the next scene continued to astonish the crowd. As if descending a staircase, Xia Liang began to walk down from the sky, step by step, getting closer and closer to the ground.

The crowd below went wild, screaming louder as more people surged toward Xia Liang's position. The female reporter in the helicopter watched, stunned, as Xia Liang "walked downstairs." Seeing the crowd's movement, she quickly broadcasted a shout through her microphone.

"Everyone, please calm down! Please, calm down! If you keep pushing, a stampede could occur! For your own safety, please do not move!"

But who was listening to her calls? Fortunately, Xia Liang was already just above the crowd's heads. He put his top hat back on. Then, with a loud BANG, a cloud of smoke, just like the one from his entrance, erupted around him.

A few seconds later, the smoke dissipated. He was gone. The crowd stood still, gazing at the empty spot where he had been, as if they were entranced.

And with that, the performance was over. Xia Liang had made a stunning entrance, performed an incredible Cloud Stroll, and then vanished into thin air. If not for the thousands of witnesses, no one would have believed it. He came as suddenly as he went, leaving only the memory of a miracle behind. The crowd felt as if they were in a dream. It all felt so unreal, making them wonder if he was truly a celestial being who had descended just to let them witness such an unbelievable moment.

Ten minutes later, Xia Tian left the commercial district. Looking at the viewers in his live stream, he teased, "So, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Hearing Xia Liang's words, the entire live chat reached a fever pitch.

*Waaah! That was so damn scary!*

*I'm reporting this! Someone is performing actual sorcery under the guise of magic!*

*Why is the Anchor so perfect? It feels like he can do anything!*

*Did you forget the Anchor once claimed to be omnipotent?*

*6666666!*

Xia Liang smiled, deeply pleased, and chatted with them for a while longer. He felt a special connection to this group of viewers. After all, they had been following him since his days as an "emotional advice" Anchor.

Half an hour later, amidst the pleading of his reluctant viewers, Xia Tian finally ended the broadcast.

In the days that followed, Xia Tian continued to film and stream live to complete his tasks. Wen Bin had also finished his business and returned to the film set.

The next scene to be shot featured all three main actors, a reshoot for a scene that had been missed earlier. Although this would increase costs, Xia Liang had already saved the crew a lot on film stock, so it wasn't a problem. Besides, the crew wasn't short on money.

"Everyone ready? Let's start shooting!"

Xia Liang arrived at the birthday party of the rich second-generation character played by Wen Bin. He scanned the room but didn't see the female lead. Then, he spotted her best friend on the second floor.

Xia Liang slowly walked over. Ignoring Yi Fei's best friend, he approached her and slowly extended his hand.

"May I have this dance?"

She froze, bewildered. Why was Xia Liang here? What if they were discovered?