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

Chapter 49 Wu Mingchang

The comment post quickly became a top-rated comment.

Netizens were instantly stunned by Zhu Zi Ge's outstanding five-dimensional data.

"The pictures don't lie; it seems like it really is an insider."

"Brother Pillar? I like this nickname, I'll call you Brother Pillar from now on."

“卧槽！五维：27、29、36、38、40，真的假的？”

"Three events broke three-point records, one event broke four-point records, invincible—!"

"Wow, these five-dimensional aptitudes would be considered excellent even among mainstream mechanical scrolls, right?"

"Being handsome is one thing, but having such good aptitude too? How are the other mechanical scrolls supposed to compete?"

"It's fake, only a fool would believe that."

"The photos have already been released, how could they be fake?"

"I used to think the initial price of two million was a bit high, but now it seems like it's totally worth it!"

"Waaaaah, the worst part is I can't get any!"

"Does anyone have connections? I'd be incredibly generous with the reward!"

Many savvy people have already started privately messaging Wu Xian, this "uncle" of the group.

Wu Xian was startled by the rapidly refreshing private messages and quickly set his account to "private".

After finishing, they continued their video call with the Tang family father and son, and were filled with emotion.

"Brother Tang, give it your all! The future production capacity will depend on you," Wu Xian joked.

"You might not believe it, but I have a great affinity for your mechanical scroll drawing concept. I find it much easier to learn than my family's traditional methods, especially your theory, which has been very inspiring to me."

Tang Beng's eyes shone with excitement, as if he had found his passion and pursuit in this life.

"Really? Do you have any ideas or thoughts?" Wu Xian asked in surprise.

"These past two days I've vaguely sensed the soul and warmth you mentioned. I feel that Brother Zhu still has the potential for reconstruction and improvement, but I don't have a clear idea yet."

"Keep it up, I believe in you!" Wu Xian encouraged him with a light laugh.

After a moment of reflection, Tang Zhenghong suddenly asked, "By the way, my dear nephew, I noticed that Optimus Prime's title is prefixed with 'Autobot Leader,' which means both a faction and a leader, is that...?"

Wu Xian neither confirmed nor denied, "Of course."

Is it truly a series of illustrated scrolls?

Tang Zhenghong gasped in shock, his mind reeling for a long time.

"Don't worry~ Everything you need will come, take your time." Wu Xian said mysteriously.

Tang Zhenghong took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming. "With these words from my nephew, I feel more at ease."

"But what difficulties have you encountered?" Wu Xian keenly sensed something.

Tang Zhenghong sighed and nodded, then gave Wu Xian a brief explanation.

Simply put, Tang's vehicles have always relied on dealerships and model modifications from major car manufacturers to survive. Now that major car manufacturers are interested in Zhuzi Ge, they will inevitably exert pressure by demanding dealership rights.

Zhu Zi Ge is, after all, a truck, and it's geared towards the high-end market, so its current production capacity is limited.

Therefore, relying solely on Brother Pillar's profits is unlikely to sustain the entire Tang's Vehicles business.

With Wu Xian's words, he gained the confidence to deal with those car companies.

"How long until the dealership rights for our main models expire?" Wu Xian asked.

"End of the year."

"Six months is more than enough," Wu Xian smiled confidently. "Uncle, you can go all out and prepare for the transformation!"

……

Yaoyang City, New District.

In front of a private villa, Wu Mingchang got out of a taxi and silently transformed into a garbage collector, wandering around the villa as if he were waiting for something.

Shortly after, a black luxury car slowly drove up and stopped at the entrance of the villa. An elderly gentleman in a suit got out.

Wu Mingchang's eyes trembled slightly as he approached, carrying a garbage bag full of plastic bottles.

The garbage bags trailing behind made a clattering sound.

The driver and bodyguard following closely behind the old man immediately became alert and raised their hands to stop him. "With a spiritual power cultivation of nearly level five, your disguise is rather clumsy."

But the old man with the trashy appearance remained silent, staring intently at their boss.

The old man frowned slightly as he looked at Wu Mingchang, a vague sense of familiarity creeping in. "And you are?" "Little Dunzi?" Wu Mingchang asked thoughtfully.

"What little rascal? Please leave as soon as possible, or don't blame us for being impolite," the driver and bodyguard said coldly.

Little did they know, the old man behind them was already stunned and frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.

A name that he had long buried deep in his memory.

I thought I would be taken to the grave with him, but I was awakened by the old man picking up trash in front of me.

"Get out!"

The driver and bodyguard were pushed aside instantly.

The old man rushed up to Wu Mingchang, seemingly flustered, and asked, "Brother, where did you hear this name from?"

“I caught a glimpse of it yesterday on the main avenue of the new city and thought I was seeing things,” Wu Mingchang said calmly, a smile in his eyes. “Looks like I wasn’t mistaken.”

"You...you?"

The old man's body trembled, and his heart pounded wildly.

The vague sense of familiarity gradually deepened, and a silhouette hidden deep in my memory gradually overlapped with the old man in front of me.

"It's good that you're still alive." Wu Mingchang said sadly.

The old man's dazed gaze gradually focused. He took a deep breath and immediately signaled the driver and bodyguard to step back.

Then, under the incredulous gazes of the two, she took Wu Mingchang's hand and walked into the villa.

Beneath that seemingly calm face, there appeared to be a turbulent undercurrent of emotions.

Upon entering the room, the old man suddenly knelt on one knee and exclaimed, "Wang Fengnian, vanguard of the seventh squad of the Godslayer Project, pays respects to the leader!"

"Get up, Xiaodunzi, that happened so many years ago." Wu Mingchang said, his voice trembling as he helped Xiaodunzi up.

At this moment, Wang Fengnian was already in tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

"You...you're still alive? Little Dunzi thought..."

“Yes,” Wu Mingchang sighed bitterly, “who would have thought I’d survive? Haha…”

Wang Fengnian suppressed his emotions and asked, "Where have you been hiding all these years? Why haven't we heard a thing?"

"It's a long story," Wu Mingchang waved his hand, his sharp gaze hardening. "Of the brothers from back then... how many survived?"

……

Old town area, North Block.

After finalizing the sketches and paint designs in the Autobots God Map, Wu Xian prepared to head to the Zerg instance to collect some resources.

The two divine images in my sea of ​​consciousness are like two insatiable black holes, a long and arduous journey ahead.

Just as I locked the door and was about to leave, I was drawn to the trash can outside the villa next door.

A strong aura of wealth emanates from it.

Even after becoming a trainee scroll painter, he couldn't resist going over to search through the scrolls.

Good heavens, they're all level 4 or 5 scraps, and there are even a few level 6 scraps.

We've struck it rich, guys!

While excitedly picking up trash, Wu Xian couldn't help but become curious about the scruffy uncle next door.

"Ok?"

Wu Xian looked back warily.

Zhang Mazi led a few henchmen slowly over. When they saw him rummaging through the trash, his lips twitched, and his eyes were full of speechlessness and incomprehension.

"You live in a place like this? And you're still picking up trash? Besides, aren't you a garbage collector?" Zhang Mazi said speechlessly.

“I’ll pick it up and salvage it, that’s what thrift is all about,” Wu Xian said, slightly embarrassed. He casually pocketed the last scrap piece and chuckled as he stepped forward. “Brother Zhang Mazi, is there something you need?”

But Zhang Mazi's expression was strange. "Didn't you say you wanted to see me?"

"Uh," Wu Xian's eyes suddenly lit up, "What do you mean? Are you going to take me to see the person behind you?"

Zhang Mazi remained noncommittal, saying, "Let's go, our leader also wants to meet you."

Wu Xian immediately gestured for Zhang Mazi and the others to lead the way, "Does one of your leaders know me?"

"Hmm," Zhang Mazi said indifferently, "The reason I wanted to see you is entirely because of what you said yesterday."

(End of this chapter)