Chapter 34: Wealth Comes Rolling In
“Brother, why don’t you go sign up and give it a try?” Tang Tiaotiao teased, “I think you’re pretty suitable in age with that Xue Lingling.”
“…”
Tang Beng’s forehead darkened, and he threw her a white-eyed glare.
Could an ordinary person serve Xue Family’s great-grandmother?
Moreover, she dressed like a ghost every day—who would like playing horror themes all the time?
“Hey~” Tang Beng suddenly thought of Wu Xian, “Little Xianzi could give it a try. Joining the club doesn’t cost money, and there’s a salary every month. Isn’t that better than you just sitting and eating up the mountain?”
“Forget about a small fry like me.” Wu Xian quickly waved his hand.
“Go try it. You don’t even need to pay a registration fee or anything.”
Wu Xian mumbled some vague responses. Of course he knew Tang Beng was thinking of him, but he had no interest and no need.
Most importantly, that woman was toxic!
The three continued deeper into the factory area interior, hunting mirage monsters.
During the hunt, Tang Beng kept trying to condense the soul divine diagram, but there was still no progress.
On the contrary, Tang Tiaotiao’s ideas flowed like a spring, and she had already conceived the general outline of the Death God Heavenly Rider in her mind.
This struck Tang Beng, the older brother, deeply.
Maybe he really wasn’t suited for the scroll painter path?
“Hm? What’s going on?”
They were killing smoothly when the eerie, weird mirages around them suddenly started lagging and dimming.
Tang Beng looked around and pondered, “Looks like this dimensional mirage has ended.”
“What~ I haven’t condensed the divine diagram yet, how did it end?” Tang Tiaotiao complained, still not satisfied.
“It’s fine. We still have plenty of materials stocked up. We’ll find someone to acquire more later.” Tang Beng seemed to have accepted he wasn’t the material for this. “Brother has plenty in his pocket too—all saved for you.”
“Ah? Brother doesn’t want to condense the divine diagram anymore?” Tang Tiaotiao asked puzzled.
Tang Beng gave a self-mocking smile. “Alright, let’s go home first. Father will be so excited seeing your Moon God Heavenly Rider that he won’t be able to sleep.”
Then he bid farewell to Wu Xian and left.
Watching the siblings depart on their mechanical power skateboards, Wu Xian secretly envied them.
It would be great if I could fly too.
But that 【mechanical power skateboard】 seemed very expensive—better to solve it myself.
“Wasn’t it supposed to be ten days or half a month? It ended in just three days?”
Obviously, Xue Lingling’s earlier words were just to scare the refugees and stir up their fear.
Now that the dimensional mirage had ended and the shantytown blockade was lifted, he could finally focus on developing his business.
“Hm? Whose 【spatial bracelet】 fell off?”
He had just walked a couple steps when his foot seemed to step on something. Looking closely, it was actually a spatial storage bracelet.
Seeing no one around to claim it, Wu Xian tried checking the mental imprint inside the bracelet and found it already dimmed.
“Dead?” Wu Xian’s expression was odd.
This was the rhythm of the God of Wealth showing his spirit.
He erased the remaining mental imprint and checked the items inside—it was the legacy of a little rich brother.
It was stacked with various types of materials and some odds and ends. Crucially, this storage bracelet was three-star, with much larger storage space.
He then summoned Black Impermanence and White Impermanence to perform transcendence for this unknown brother, wishing him a smooth journey.
“Not bad, not bad.”
After switching to the new bracelet, his mood was cheerful.
On the way home, Zhao He and the others’ family members had already left, joining the shantytown residents in post-disaster reconstruction and aftermath work.
Along the way, he saw many soldiers carrying the bodies of the deceased, which inevitably made one’s mood heavy.
After Old Master was drafted as a strong laborer, he naturally joined the post-disaster aftermath work too and wouldn’t return until tomorrow.
“The road to making money is long and arduous~!”
He checked the high housing prices on the real estate transaction website online, and his fighting spirit soared.
Ever since learning about “twisted pollution,” he had been thinking of moving to the city area.
As he pondered how to make money, a series of luck in wealth began arriving one after another.
First, neighbors like Grandpa Wang came one after another to inquire about the 【Chicken King and Guardian Tiger】 house-guarding painting price, since many locals had personally experienced the wonder and power of the house-guarding painting.
But shantytown residents were all poor folks—pricing too high wouldn’t be appropriate.
In the end, they settled on two thousand per painting.
The price wasn’t high, but the profit was decent. After all, practice scroll painting drafts weren’t valuable themselves—just the cost of practice drawing paper and some pigments.
Roughly calculated, each one could earn two or three hundred.
Grandpa Wang and the others had just left when Zhao He and his group excitedly came over, also very interested in the house-guarding painting. After learning the pricing of two thousand each, they decisively pre-ordered one apiece.
Of course, Zhao He and the others weren’t just there for the house-guarding painting.
“Little Boss, fifty thousand is enough. I’ll transfer it to you!”
Blondie excitedly pulled out his phone to transfer money to Wu Xian.
“Yo~ Looks like you’ve made a good amount these past couple days.” Wu Xian teased.
“Haha, thanks to Little Boss, we brothers made a little fortune,” Zhao He beamed, “So we came right away to give back to Little Boss?”
Wu Xian chuckled speechlessly and asked Blondie, “By the way, you still have a loan, right? Don’t end up unable to pay the monthly installments.”
But Blondie had a fanatical look. “With Little Boss’s invincible scroll paintings in hand, am I afraid of not being able to pay those installments?”
Wu Xian was actually speechless.
Yeah, with 【Chicken King】 or 【Guardian Tiger】 in hand, was there any fear of not earning back that little money?
“Chicken King or Guardian Tiger—which one do you want?” Wu Xian asked.
“Either is fine.”
“Then pick Chicken King. That way, when you team up with Old Zhao for instances, you can handle more situations.”
“Good, listening to Little Boss.”
Blondie was so obedient and compliant—where was the arrogant look from before?
The other trash folks’ savings were still quite short, but with Zhao He and Blondie leading, they should gradually save up too.
After sending off Zhao He and his group, Wu Xian summoned the God of Wealth for a bout of devout worship.
This feeling of rolling wealth was too damn refreshing!
He immediately prepared to head out to Boss Hu’s in North Street District to procure the materials needed next.
Just as he stepped out the door, he saw two sneaky figures, a man and a woman, coming in—they were actually the two little crybabies from Xuantian Academy’s training team.
Seeing Wu Xian, they looked delighted yet a bit embarrassed and awkward, hem-hawing and pushing each other, unable to utter a word for a long time.
“You two have something?” Wu Xian frowned puzzled.
“Um, that…” Finally, the little crybaby young girl bravely spoke up. “To be honest, we’re very interested in classmate’s scroll paintings and want to ask classmate about them.”
Wu Xian was slightly stunned, feeling a bit guilty inside.
Good grief, more?
What was up with the God of Wealth?
It was just one dimensional mirage—how did it suddenly start delivering? Was it luck in wealth traded with life?
“Are these the two scroll paintings?”
Calmly, Wu Xian pointed to the Chicken King Town Protection and Guardian Tiger house-guarding paintings posted at the door.
“Yes, yes,” the two nodded excitedly. “Could you reveal which master’s works they are?”
“Well…”
Before Wu Xian could start spinning a tale, the male classmate spoke up proactively. “Brother, rest assured. I’ll scan a thousand to you first—that’s for the news. If you can help introduce us later, there’ll be additional thanks.”
Wu Xian was completely thrown off.
Kids from wealthy families—were they this generous?
As expected of top students from Xuantian Academy in the big city—truly terrifying.
