50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 571 Exposed on the spot
Sun Zhiwei saw the medicine bottle used as a prop; it contained a bottle of cod liver oil.

Everyone knows that the transparent film on the outside of cod liver oil is actually edible gelatin. This stuff cannot be heated, otherwise it will become very sticky.

Under normal circumstances, given the current temperature, there should be no problem. However, Sun Zhiwei had an idea after seeing this bottle of cod liver oil.

He called over a hotel staff member next to him and asked him to turn the heat on the platform to its maximum.

Although the staff didn't know who he was, they knew that anyone sitting in the front row must have some status.

Moreover, the request to increase the heating was not unreasonable, and he had no reason to refuse, so he immediately turned around and did it.

Soon, the heating on the front desk was turned on, and Sun Zhiwei, who was sitting in the first row, felt a bit hot. The temperature on the front desk was even more intense, as it was right under the heater vent.

After Zhang Baosheng went on stage, he quickly felt the heat.

However, the performance had already begun, and everyone in the audience was staring at him. He didn't delay any longer and started the first performance: retrieving medicine from a distance.

There was a small table set up on the scene, with a wooden board with holes on it. Zhang Baosheng was sitting behind the small table, with one hand sticking out from the holes in the wooden board.

He was holding a medicine bottle in his hand, the cap was on tightly, and he shook it so that everyone could hear the pills rattling inside.

Then, he was seen holding the medicine bottle and beginning to exert his power, his entire fingers trembling uncontrollably.

The scene immediately fell silent, everyone staring at his trembling hand, waiting to see when the pill would be poured out.

One minute passed, and the pill still hadn't come down.

Three minutes passed, and the pill still hadn't come out.

Five minutes passed, and Zhang Baosheng's hands were trembling, but still no pills fell out of the bottle.

The audience below the stage began to discuss among themselves, and many people began to doubt whether Zhang Baosheng's abilities were real.

Even Tong Jiajia and Sun Hongying had puzzled expressions on their faces, while Sun Zhiwei covered his mouth, trying not to laugh.

Because he could see clearly through his spatial ability, the gelatin on the surface of the few cod liver oil pills that Zhang Baosheng was holding between his fingers was beginning to melt due to the rising temperature on the stage.

Now the pills are stuck to his fingers, and no matter how much he shakes his fingers, those few cod liver oil pills just won't fall off.

Zhang Baosheng, who was behind the wooden board, could naturally feel the situation in his hand. It was too sticky, and he couldn't shake it off. He had never encountered this situation before.

He was covered in sweat and had an embarrassed expression on his face.

Just as he was about to make an excuse to leave the stage, Sun Zhiwei darted onto the stage and grabbed his hand that was sticking out of the hole.

Zhang Baosheng let out a gasp, and the audience below the stage also gasped in surprise.

Just as the staff members were about to step forward to stop Sun Zhiwei, they were stopped by another group of people, who were the police officers brought by Xu Yimin.

Some of them believed in Zhang Baosheng's superpowers, but they had orders to come and see for themselves.

That's the advantage of being a soldier. When there's an order, even if it seems unreasonable, they'll carry it out first and then worry about it later.

However, the situation on stage was clearly problematic, so they naturally had to fulfill their duties. Sun Zhiwei had already raised Zhang Baosheng's hand and said to Zhang Baosheng behind the wooden board, "Comrade Zhang, would you mind opening your hand so everyone can see it?"

Zhang Baosheng has been performing magic tricks for quite some time now, and he's managed to maintain his composure for now.

He raised his head, his forehead drenched in sweat, and forced an explanation: "I didn't sleep well last night, so I didn't perform well today and disappointed everyone."

"But it's okay. I'll rest this afternoon and try again tonight. There shouldn't be any problems then."

"So that's how it is," the audience suddenly realized, and they all immediately forgave him. That's how influential a master can be.

Only Sun Zhiwei laughed heartily upon hearing this reason: "No need to wait until tonight, I'll show everyone the master's skills right now."

As he spoke, he squeezed Zhang Baosheng's wrist hard. Zhang Baosheng felt pain and immediately loosened his clenched fist, dropping the medicine bottle onto the table.

Then, Sun Zhiwei forcefully turned his palms open, so that they faced upwards, and immediately, a few drops of cod liver oil tucked between his fingers came into view.

With a "boom," the audience below the stage erupted in commotion. Such an obvious faking was obvious to anyone who wasn't a fool.

Sun Zhiwei held Zhang Baosheng's wrist and sneered, "The pills are hidden between your fingers and leak out when you shake the bottle. What an amazing superpower of 'retrieving medicine from a distance'!"

At this point, Zhang Baosheng could no longer care about anything else; he forcefully broke free of Sun Zhiwei's grasp.

Then he shouted, "I don't know what you're talking about. This was just a small accident. My superpowers can't guarantee 100% success every time."

"We were actually halfway there. The pill came out of the bottle, but it didn't come out from the opening; it came out from the side of the bottle."

"As a result, it got stuck on my finger. It's because I'm not proficient enough in using my superpower. Once I'm more skilled, it won't cause any more problems."

It has to be said that Zhang Baosheng is quite quick-witted. After his forced explanation, many of his loyal followers actually believed him, and some people in the audience started to clamor.

Seeing that he was stubborn and refused to press the matter of the pills, Sun Zhiwei continued, "Comrade Zhang Baosheng, your next project is to bend two steel spoons, isn't it?"

Zhang Baosheng had calmed down by this time. He rubbed his wrist and replied indignantly, "So what if it is?"

"It's not that great, but everyone's getting impatient and wants to see it now." Before Sun Zhiwei finished speaking, he stepped to Zhang Baosheng's side and pushed him in front of the table.

Just as Zhang Baosheng staggered and regained his balance, Sun Zhiwei ripped open the sleeve of his suit jacket.

Then, a series of clanging sounds were heard, and several stainless steel spoons fell out of Zhang Baosheng's sleeve and landed on the ground.

Sun Zhiwei stepped forward again, picked up the spoon from the ground, and showed it to everyone.

The spoons were all different shapes; some were "L" shaped, some were "S" shaped, and some were two spoons stacked together and twisted into a pretzel shape.

This is what the final product will look like for the next performance. Some people who have seen the steel spoon performance before will recognize it at a glance.

But before the performance even started, the bent spoon fell out of his sleeve, and everyone realized that it was all a lie.

(End of this chapter)