Chapter 100: Mechanical Gym, Tang Qingxuan
I have to say, dealing with media interviews is really quite tiring.
But the promotional effect brought by the media is also very powerful.
Wu Xian didn’t shy away at all from his grassroots scroll painter identity in the interviews, which are all solid gimmicks.
Sure enough, not long after Wu Xian returned to the North Street District Small Villa.
News from various media outlets had already been released.
《Shocking! Genius Scroll Painter from Shantytown!》
《Xue Family Genius Young Girl Returns from Studying Abroad, Great Teacher Produces Excellent Disciple》
《Wu Xian, a genius scroll painter from a poor background.》
《Genius Scroll Painting Works: Ten Great Yin Marshals Series!》
《From a shantytown boy who couldn’t even afford the registration fee, to today’s genius scroll painter》
Loser turnaround, no matter in which world, is the gimmick most likely to trigger news spread.
In just one day, the vast Yaoyang citizens all knew the name of Wu Xian, this genius scroll painter.
Whether they recognize Wu Xian’s scrolls or not, at least they now know Wu Xian’s name.
But the most awkward situation is undoubtedly at Dengfeng Art Studio.
A grassroots scroll painter causing such a big stir, the art studio side is undoubtedly the most hurt.
After all, so many parents spend so much money every year sending their children to the art studio, just to make their children become scroll painters.
But now, a kid who hasn’t even attended an art studio can become a scroll painter, so what’s the point of their art studio’s existence?
“Where did this mud-legged guy come from? And a genius scroll painter?”
In Dengfeng Art Studio, the principal and a group of leaders had grim expressions.
“I watched that kid’s match live stream, that scroll is indeed impressive.”
“I saw in the news that this kid couldn’t even afford the registration fee at first, how did he develop? That shouldn’t be possible?”
“I heard he’s quite close to the Tang Family, maybe the Tang Family provided some funding?”
“Possible,” one of the teachers suddenly remembered something, “That girl from the Tang Family mentioned a talented poor kid to me before, could it be this Wu Xian?”
Hearing this, the principal’s expression was odd, “Then why didn’t you accept him at the time?”
“What’s the use of accepting a poor kid?”
Teacher Liang was embarrassed yet somewhat righteous.
After all, the art studio’s purpose is to make money for the dojo side, and only incidentally supply some excellent workhorses to the dojo side.
But without powerful inheritance and massive resources, how many can truly go far?
At this moment, they only cared about the negative impact Wu Xian had on the art studio, not about missing out on some so-called talent.
“Try to suppress the news as much as possible, the public has no memory, they’ll forget in a few days.”
“As for that kid, it’s just good luck, a flash in the pan, who will remember him later?”
“The scroll painter examination is coming up soon, then his true colors will be revealed.”
Although Wu Xian now has support from the Xue Family, they didn’t care.
To put it this way, the Xue Family is already struggling to support a Xue Lingling, let alone an outsider.
“Who was in charge of registration at the time, fire him,” the principal said after pondering, “Show our art studio’s attitude towards missing talent.”
“No problem.”
Not long after, a low-level teacher expelled from the art studio looked dejected.
Gazing back at the place where he had diligently worked for over ten years, his mind was blank, feeling like the sky had fallen.
Only now did he realize that he, from a grassroots background, was just a “temp worker” that the art studio could discard at will to the art studio.
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Inside the North Street District Small Villa.
Looking at the astonishing order volume on the Club Official Website, Wu Xian was in a great mood.
“Sure enough, creating gimmicks and topics is the way to go~!”
Over five hundred rubbing orders, plus ninety-five instance orders, with the Ox Head Yin Marshal having the highest sales volume.
Sure enough, the master sister in the group was already dumbfounded, her mentality collapsing.
President of Beauty and Wisdom: “What the hell? So many more orders all of a sudden?”
Although good disciple’s scroll is indeed excellent, this sales climb speed is too outrageous?
Wu Xian（Vice President）: “With such high popularity, it’s bound to convert to some sales.”
Zhou Qi: “Envious.”
Xue Lingling: “This is clearly my club, but why does it feel like I’m making wedding clothes for you?”
Wu Xian: “How about Master Sister enters the competition herself?”
Xue Lingling: “What a joke, I’m a proper dojo scroll painter!”
Though she said that, Xue Lingling still quietly registered herself as a player, but she has to start from the bubble match, and can only officially enter the Bronze Tier League arena next month.
At this time, Wu Xian also had to start a life of working overtime.
First deliver the batch of inventory on hand, then produce and deliver new orders.
Fortunately, every order is real income in gold and silver, very motivating to draw.
For materials, with Boss Hu supplying goods, there’s no pressure at all.
Although he has plenty of experience as a workhorse, like a nuclear-powered donkey, he won’t deliver all orders at once, he has to control the shipment volume to create hunger marketing effects.
Other scroll painters play this well.
It’s said that some awesome scroll painters have orders backed up for years.
And there are still a bunch of spirit tamers willing to queue up.
Of course, this refers to instance orders, rubbings don’t need queuing.
Rubings, as long as materials are in place, printing is quite fast.
Wu Xian’s idea is, when order volume explodes in the future, try to keep the queue time within a year, after all, it’s not good to make users wait too long.
In the future, perhaps consider taking a disciple, authorize the disciple to be free labor for himself.
Just like Tang Beng good big brother now.
Brother Pillar has so many orders without needing to worry, just sit and wait for the share.
One, two, three…
Working overtime drawing until late at night, the exhausted Wu Xian decided to rest well.
However, not long after lying on the bed, he keenly sensed a trace of hostility.
“Evil God Follower?!”
Wu Xian instantly got up, thinking an Evil God Follower had come to kill.
Through the Divine Diagram, viewing the scouting view from Night Roaming God, he saw a cold-faced woman stepping on a power skateboard in the night, quickly approaching the small villa.
“Am I imagining it?” Tang Qingxuan frowned and scanned the North Street District under the night, “Why do I keep feeling someone is watching me from the dark?”
Powerful mental power was released, but no anomaly was detected.
Then she turned her gaze to the small villas below, “It should be around here.”
Yesterday, while chatting idly with Tang Tiaotiao’s family, she casually asked for Wu Xian’s address.
Now, taking advantage of the night, she came to solve this trouble in advance.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
The moment he heard the knock, Wu Xian couldn’t help but feel puzzled.
When did Evil God Followers become so polite?
“Who is it?” Wu Xian asked coldly.
“A friend from the Tang Family, here to chat with you.” Tang Qingxuan’s cold voice came from outside the door.
Wu Xian’s expression was odd, he carefully opened the door, and after seeing her appearance, frowned in doubt: “You are…?”
“Allow me to introduce myself, Tang Qingxuan, inner court disciple of Mechanical Dojo.” Tang Qingxuan sized up Wu Xian, unable to hide her contempt and disdain, “I want to talk to you about that girl Tiaotiao.”
“Mechanical Dojo?” Wu Xian was slightly surprised, “You’re from the Tang Family Main Branch?”
Tang Qingxuan neither confirmed nor denied.
At this moment, the disheveled Third Master Xue from next door pushed the door out, “Kid, need help?”
“No need, no need,” Wu Xian hurriedly responded, “You rest.”
Seeing Third Master Xue next door, Tang Qingxuan’s brows tightened, faintly sensing a dangerous aura.
