Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

Xiao Qing's eyes widened as she stared intently at the bowls.

I could clearly see the ball under the bowl on the left, but when the vendor moved his hand and lifted it again, the bowl was empty.

Then I lifted the middle one, but there was nothing there either.

Then, lifting the right-hand one, the little ball had somehow moved over there.

"Huh—" Xiaoqing rubbed her eyes, her face full of disbelief, "It was clearly on the left, how did it get to the right?"

Xiao Mu and Xiao Shui nodded in agreement. The three girls looked at each other, completely baffled.

Riding on Chang Kun's shoulders, Xiu'er had a clearer view from above, but she still couldn't understand. She muttered, "Big brother, that ball can move!"

Cheng Xin stood to the side, his eyes fixed on the bowls, his brows furrowed, muttering, "Impossible, they're clearly on the left..."

This kind of simple magic trick, which is commonplace in later generations, would be incredible today, leaving everyone around it stunned.

Many people put money into betting, but they never won. They kept taking out small amounts of change, and in no time, a small pile of change accumulated in front of the stall owner.

He took a dime out of his pocket and placed it on the bowl on the right.

The stall owner glanced at him, didn't take it seriously, fiddled with his fingers a few times, and lifted the bowl—the small ball was indeed on the right.

"Hey! You got it!" someone shouted from the side.

The stall owner remained unfazed and compensated Chang Kun with two cents.

In the second round, Chang Kun bet again and won again.

In the third round, it was still in the middle.

After betting on five or six rounds in a row and winning every single one, the eyes of everyone around him gradually turned to Chang Kun.

Sweat began to bead on the stall owner's forehead, and his hands moved faster and faster, but no matter how fast he went, Chang Kun seemed to have X-ray vision, making every bet accurate.

Gradually, the onlookers began to follow Chang Kun's lead.

Chang Kun bet on the left, and a whole bunch of people followed suit; Chang Kun bet on the right, and everyone else bet on the right as well.

The stall owner's face grew increasingly grim, beads of sweat trickling down his face as he trembled from losing money.

After a few more rounds, the stall owner finally couldn't take it anymore. He slammed the ball on the table and glared at Chang Kun: "Brother, are you deliberately trying to cause trouble?"

Chang Kun smiled and said, "What? You're in business, why are you afraid of people making money?"

The stall owner was speechless, his face turned bright red, and his teeth were grinding together.

The people around laughed, and someone shouted, "That's right, that's right, so you can't bet anymore if you win?"

The stall owner gritted his teeth, pointing at Chang Kun: "You go, you go, I'm not doing business with you anymore!"

Chang Kun not only didn't leave, but took a step forward: "How about this, let's change the game. I'll spike the ball, and you guess. I won't bet any money, we'll just bet against each other."

"If you win, you get your money back; if I win, you put on a free show for everyone, how about that?"

When you bring the little girls out to play, you definitely want to make them happy. Now is the perfect opportunity to play a trick on them and amuse them.

The stall owner rolled his eyes and looked Chang Kun up and down.

This young man is tall and big, and his fingers are not calloused. He doesn't look like someone who does delicate work. I've practiced my skills for more than ten years. Why would I be afraid of him?

"Alright!" The stall owner slammed his hand on the table and pushed three bowls in front of Chang Kun. "Here you go!"

Chang Kun sat down, holding the small red ball in his hand. His movements were clumsy; he even tilted the bowl down crookedly, and moved it very slowly. Compared to the stall owner's dazzling skills just now, it was like heaven and earth.

The stall owner glanced at him and became even more confident. This guy was an amateur who didn't even know the basic technique of turning a bowl upside down. How dare he bet with him?

Those around him also noticed something was wrong and whispered among themselves, "Is this young man any good? Look how clumsy he is..."

Xiao Qing and the others were stamping their feet in anxiety. Xiu'er tugged at Chang Kun's sleeve and whispered, "Big brother, are you sure you can do it?"

Chang Kun ignored him, clumsily moved the three bowls around a few times, slammed them on the table, and gestured with his chin to the stall owner: "Guess."

The stall owner, brimming with confidence, pointed to the bowl on the left: "Here!"

Chang Kun lifted the bowl; it was empty.

The stall owner paused for a moment, frowned, and then pointed to the one in the middle: "That must be the one in the middle!"

Uncover it—it's still empty.

The stall owner's face changed. He stared at the only remaining bowl on the table, his lips trembling slightly. He slammed his hand on the table: "The right side! It must be the right side!"

Chang Kun slowly lifted the right-hand bowl; it was completely empty.

All three bowls were uncovered, and the table was spotless. The little red ball seemed to have vanished into thin air.

A commotion erupted around them. Xiao Qing and the others stared wide-eyed, while Xiu'er, leaning on the table, looked around and muttered, "Where's the ball? Where did the ball go?"

The stall owner, his face ashen, stared at the three empty bowls for a long while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Again!"

Chang Kun smiled, picked up the ball again, and this time moved even slower, so slowly that everyone present could see every step clearly. He put the ball into the bowl, moved it a few times, and then slammed it onto the table.

This time, the stall owner dared not be careless. He stared at the three bowls for a long time, hesitated for a while, and then pointed to the middle one: "The middle one!"

When you lift it up, it's still empty.

The stall owner's face turned pale instantly, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. He pointed to the left: "Left!"

Uncover it—it's still empty.

Only the bowl on the right remained. The stall owner's hands began to tremble; he stared at the bowl for a long time, but dared not utter a word.

"Guess," Chang Kun said with a smile.

The stall owner gritted his teeth, reached out and slapped the bowl on the right: "That's it!"

Lift it up, and the right side is also empty.

The three bowls were all empty.

The people around were in an uproar, whispering and discussing among themselves.

Xiao Qing and the others clapped their hands excitedly, while Xiu'er hugged Chang Kun's neck and jumped and shook him, almost strangling him to death.

The stall owner slumped on the stool, his hands bracing against the table, panting heavily, his eyes fixed on Chang Kun as if he had seen a ghost.

He'd been performing magic tricks for over a decade; what kind of masters hadn't he seen? Yet, he couldn't discern a single trick in this young man's abilities.

One more round, and I still can't guess.

After several rounds of gambling, the stall owner didn't win a single round.

He was always full of confidence, but he always changed his mind at the last minute. No matter how he guessed, there was never anything at the bottom of the bowl.

The little ball seemed to have legs; it could go wherever he wanted, and disappear without a trace when he didn't want it to appear.

The stall owner finally gave in, wiping his sweat, his voice hoarse: "Brother, I admit defeat. You've really got it, I'm impressed."

He stood up, bowed to the people around him, and gave a serious, free performance.

The empty bowl turned into flowers, then into smoke, and then into several pigeons fluttering about, leaving the little girls dumbfounded, clapping and cheering incessantly.