Mythical Scroll Artist: Starting with the God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming

Chapter 39 Moving into the North District

Wu Xian couldn't help but ask curiously, "Isn't your aunt home?"

"Yes," Tang Zhenghong said with a hint of bitterness in his voice, "Your aunt is even busier than me; she can only come back a few times a year."

"oh oh."

Wu Xian assumed the elderly couple had some relationship problems and didn't dare to ask further.

"How are things? Are you coming back?"

After the call ended, Tang Zhenghong inquired.

Tang Beng turned his head awkwardly, "They said it depends on the situation."

"Alright, who cares about her?" Tang Zhenghong sighed and waved his hand, seemingly used to it. "Today's protagonist is our nephew."

Amidst laughter and conversation, we arrived at the villa area in the new city district.

The moment Wu Xian stepped into the Tang Mansion, he deeply felt the corruption and extravagance of capital.

That's right, it's Tang Mansion literally, a luxurious villa estate set in a modern context.

"Welcome home, sir and young master."

The butler and a host of servants were already waiting in advance, welcoming them respectfully all the way.

In the spacious reception room, the butler and servants began serving dishes and setting the table at just the right time. Wu Xian was seated in the host's seat, which made him feel somewhat reserved.

Seeing this, Tang Zhenghong raised his hand to signal the steward and servants to leave, which made Wu Xian relax a little.

"That girl Tiaotiao is right, my nephew is indeed a genius at painting scrolls," Tang Zhenghong said, pouring wine for Wu Xian. "If I had known this would happen, I should have arranged for my nephew to join our company right away."

Of course, it's not too late now, haha.

Tang Beng, this good elder brother, also chimed in, praising Wu Xian to the skies.

"Ahem, let's get down to business."

Wu Xian felt extremely uncomfortable being flattered.

"What business is business? The most important thing today is to entertain my nephew well," Tang Zhenghong said righteously. "As for the scroll painting, Xiao Bengzi will be in charge from now on. As for the profits, your uncle can take a small share."

The key is to support my nephew's path as a scroll painter. If he encounters any difficulties, he can simply ask his uncle. All you need to do is focus on studying the art of scroll painting.

Tang Beng then said, "There's a car show next week. We'll put Optimus Prime in the center of our booth, and I'll contact more media outlets later."

Wow, I'm already looking forward to the reactions from all the competitors and media outlets when Optimus Prime transforms.

Wu Xian was completely taken aback by the Tang family's sincerity.

Goodness, they're really treating him like a god of wealth!

Or is this the treatment a top-notch scroll artist deserves?
After a round of drinks, the cooperation was settled easily and pleasantly. Wu Xian would take 70% of the profits, while the Tang family would only take 30%, with the raw materials provided by the Tang family.

"Speaking of which, how exactly did you come up with the idea of ​​Optimus Prime, my brother?" Tang Beng asked, emboldened by the alcohol. "It's truly blinding to my eyes! How could a mechanical scroll be made like this?"

"It was a sudden flash of inspiration, and I did waste a lot of my energy trying to turn this idea into reality," Wu Xian chuckled. "In my opinion, the current overall theory of mechanical engineering scrolls has reached a dead end, or rather, gone astray."

Upon hearing this, the Tang father and son were both surprised and suspicious.

If anyone else had said that, the two of them would have thought the other was overestimating themselves, daring to question the theories that the mechanical engineering scroll artists had researched and perfected over generations.

But Wu Xian was different; he truly achieved results that broke with convention.

"In my opinion, machines also have warmth and soul."

These words completely stunned the Tang father and son.

Tang Zhenghong, being an outsider, naturally couldn't understand at all, while Tang Beng, as a trainee scroll painter, was equally confused. "It's understandable that machines have warmth, but a soul...?"

“This temperature is not the same as that temperature, and it’s not easy to explain in detail,” Wu Xian tried to organize his thoughts. “It’s like the sword in a swordsman’s hand, where he often pursues the state of oneness with the sword.”

The same applies to machinery. If you always treat it as a tool or a machine, then it will only be a cold, impersonal machine.

Will Brother Tang understand what I'm saying?

Upon hearing this, Tang Beng's eyes flickered slightly, and he fell into deep thought, as if he had gained some insight.

Tang Zhenghong, though puzzled, continued to inquire about Wu Xian's life, "By the way, nephew, it's not good for you and the old man to keep living in the shantytown. See where you want to live, your uncle will find you an apartment."

“I have indeed been considering moving recently,” Wu Xian’s eyes flickered slightly. “I heard that houses in the old North District are not easy to find. I wonder if Uncle has any connections?” “North District?” Tang Zheng Hong was slightly taken aback. “Properties there are indeed troublesome, but my Tang family happens to own a property there. If you like it, nephew, we can just give it to you.”

"Oh? I'm so sorry, let's deduct it from the subsequent earnings, one thing at a time."

“Why be so polite with your uncle?” Tang Zhenghong said, handing the keys directly to Wu Xian and explaining the exact location of the house. “I’ll have the housekeeper send someone to clean and tidy it up right away.”

As the saying goes, "He who eats another's food is bound to him; he who takes another's money is bound to him."

Wu Xian didn't like owing others, "How about this, I'll leave Brother Tang a copy of the original authorization for Optimus Prime as a return gift. If Brother Tang gains any insights in the future, it will make things much easier for me."

"That...that would be wonderful!" Tang Zhenghong said excitedly, his words tumbling out incoherently.

Upon hearing this, Tang Beng stood up excitedly, looking at Wu Xian with the same expression he had when he saw a long-lost brother.

Wu Xian didn't shy away from anything and drew the picture right in front of Tang Beng.

From mixing pigments to the actual painting, how much one can understand depends on Tang Beng's own comprehension.

Before parting, Tang Beng held the authorized copy of Brother Zhuzi in his hand, as if it were a priceless treasure.

"What are you still standing there for? Drive Xiao Xianzi around!" Tang Zhenghong reminded him impatiently. "By the way, my dear nephew, that girl Tiaotiao is a bit unruly by nature, so please bear with her in the future."

"It's alright." Wu Xian chuckled.

"Haha, it's good that we can chat."

Tang Zhenghong laughed loudly, personally escorted Wu Xian to the car, and watched him leave.

On the bus, Tang Beng wasn't stupid. The more he looked at Wu Xian, the more familiar he felt with him. But in the end, these things depended on fate.

At most, all he can do is go with the flow and provide some assistance.

Wu Xian asked Tang Tiaotiao out of curiosity and learned that Tang Tiaotiao had been working hard to condense the Soul Divine Diagram these days, as if she would not give up until she succeeded.

Back in the shantytown, Tang Beng personally helped pack his things.

"What are you trying to do?" asked the old man lifting weights nearby, puzzled.

"move place."

Wu Xian smiled slightly and explained the situation to the old man.

Not long after, the grandfather and grandson moved into the North Street area overnight.

It's an ordinary old-fashioned villa with a courtyard.

The room was already furnished and equipped by the Tang family's housekeeper, so you could move in immediately with just your bags.

After seeing Tang Beng off, Wu Xian looked around his unfamiliar yet warm home and felt a great sense of accomplishment for the first time. "Grandpa, we can be considered noble city dwellers now."

"It's a nice house, as long as I didn't lose out," the old man said with satisfaction. "It'll be convenient to play chess with Lao Wang and the others later."

Since regaining some of his memories, the old man's mindset and perspective have improved significantly.

Or rather, they gained a clear understanding and concept of the identity of Sun Tzu's scroll illustrator.

"Come on, let's do some bedtime workouts."

"..."

Late at night, Wu Xian, who had been beaten to a pulp by the old man, returned to his room.

As his cultivation level recovered, the old man's physical abilities became increasingly extraordinary.

After pasting various pictures of the God of Wealth from the old hut in my new room, the feeling immediately changed.

He habitually summoned the God of Wealth to worship, and then, with the blessing of the laurel tree and the spiritual energy amplification liquid, he cultivated overnight.

The next morning, looking at my unfamiliar new home, I felt as if I were in a dream.

A brand new life begins here.

"Your natal divine image?"

His mind sank into the image of the God of Wealth.

Having a complete concept for the scroll, he can condense a divine image without the stimulation of "spiritual essence".

(End of this chapter)