Chapter 39: Moving Into North Block
Wu Xian couldn’t help but be curious, “Is Aunt not home?”
“Yeah,” Tang Zhenghong’s voice carried a hint of helplessness and bitterness, “Your aunt is even busier than me, and she only comes back a few times a year.”
“Oh, oh.”
Wu Xian thought the old couple might have some relationship issues and didn’t feel right asking more.
“So, are you coming back?”
Seeing the call end, Tang Zhenghong inquired.
Tang Beng turned his head awkwardly, “He said it depends on the situation.”
“Whatever, forget about her,” Tang Zhenghong sighed lightly and waved his hand, seemingly used to it, “Today’s protagonist is our nephew.”
Chatting and laughing along the way, they arrived at the New City District villa area.
The moment he stepped into the Tang Mansion, Wu Xian deeply felt the decadence and luxury of capital.
That’s right, literally the Tang Mansion, a luxurious villa mansion in a modern background.
“Welcome home, Old Master and Young Master.”
The butler and a group of servants were already waiting in advance, escorting them all the way respectfully.
In the spacious reception hall, the butler and servants timed it perfectly to start serving dishes and setting the table. Wu Xian was arranged in the seat of honor, feeling inevitably a bit restrained.
Seeing this, Tang Zhenghong raised his hand to signal the butler and servants to withdraw, which finally allowed Wu Xian to relax a bit.
“That girl Tiaotiao was right, nephew really is a scroll painting genius,” Tang Zhenghong poured wine for Wu Xian while praising and sighing, “If I’d known earlier, I should’ve arranged for nephew to join our company right away.
Of course, it’s not too late now, haha.”
Tang Beng, this good big brother, also chimed in repeatedly from the side, nearly blowing Wu Xian up to the heavens.
“Ahem, let’s talk business.”
Wu Xian felt uncomfortable from all the flattery.
“What business or not, entertaining nephew well is the biggest business today,” Tang Zhenghong said righteously, “For scroll painting matters from now on, Little Beng will be fully in charge. As for profits and such, Uncle will just take a little.
The key is to support nephew’s scroll painter path. If there’s any difficulty, just tell Uncle directly. What you need to do is focus on studying the way of scroll painting.”
Tang Beng followed up smoothly: “There’s a car exhibition next week. At that time, put the【Optimus Prime】 in the C-position of our exhibition area. I’ll contact more media later.
Tsk tsk, I’m already looking forward to the reactions from business rivals and all sorts of media when Optimus Prime transforms.”
Wu Xian was completely thrown off by the Tang Family’s sincerity.
Good grief, this was truly treating him like the God of Wealth!
Or rather, was this the treatment a badass scroll painter should have?
After a round of toasting and drinking, the cooperation was settled so easily and happily. Wu Xian took seventy percent of the profits, the Tang Family only thirty percent, and raw materials provided by the Tang Family.
“By the way, Younger Brother, how exactly did you conceive of【Optimus Prime】?” Tang Beng asked, emboldened by the alcohol, “It really blinded this brother’s eyes. Mechanical scroll painting can actually be done like this?”
“A flash of inspiration by chance. To turn this conception into reality did indeed take a lot of my energy,” Wu Xian smiled lightly, “In my view, the overall theory of today’s mechanical system scroll painting has entered a dead end, or rather, gone astray.”
At these words, the Tang father and son were both shocked and doubtful.
If anyone else said this, they would definitely think the person was overreaching, daring to question the theories researched and perfected generation after generation by mechanical system scroll painter seniors.
But Wu Xian was different; he had truly produced breakthrough results that broke conventions.
“In my view, mechanical things also have temperature and souls.”
This statement directly stunned the Tang father and son.
Tang Zhenghong, as an outsider, naturally couldn’t understand at all, while Tang Beng, as an apprentice scroll painter, was also baffled, “Mechanical having temperature makes sense, but soul…?”
“This temperature is not that temperature; it’s hard to explain specifically,” Wu Xian tried to organize his words, “It’s just like the sword in a swordsman’s hand, often pursuing the realm of unity between man and sword.
Mechanical is the same. If you always treat it as a tool or machine, then it can only be a cold machine.
Do you get what I mean, Brother Tang?”
Hearing this, Tang Beng’s eyes flickered slightly as he fell into deep thought, seeming to have some realization.
Tang Zhenghong, not fully getting it but impressed, continued to care about Wu Xian’s life, “By the way, nephew, you and Grandfather always living in the shantytown isn’t a good thing. Tell me where you want to live, and Uncle will find you a property.”
“I’ve been considering moving recently,” Wu Xian’s eyes moved slightly, “I heard houses in the old North Street District are hard to get. Does Uncle have any connections?”
“North Street District?” Tang Zhenghong was slightly taken aback, “Properties there are indeed tricky, but my Tang Family happens to have one there. If nephew likes it, it’s directly yours.”
“Ah? That would be too embarrassing. Better deduct it from future revenues; one code to one account.”
“Why be polite with Uncle,” Tang Zhenghong said, directly handing the key to Wu Xian and explaining the specific location of the house, “I’ll have the butler send someone to clean it up right away.”
As the saying goes, it’s hard to speak with food in your mouth, hard to act against favors received.
Wu Xian didn’t like owing others, “Like this: I’ll leave a Optimus Prime authorization【original copy】 for Brother Tang as a return gift. In the future, if Brother Tang has any insights, it’ll make things much easier for me too.”
“That… that would be perfect.” Tang Zhenghong was so excited he became incoherent.
Hearing this, Tang Beng was even more thrilled, standing up and looking at Wu Xian as if seeing a long-lost brother.
And Wu Xian didn’t avoid it, drawing on the spot in front of Tang Beng.
From pigment mixing to specific drawing, how much he could understand depended on Tang Beng’s own comprehension.
At parting, Tang Beng held Brother Pillar’s authorization【original copy】 like a treasure.
“What are you standing there for? Drive and see Little Xianzi off!” Tang Zhenghong reminded irritably, “By the way, nephew, that girl Tiaotiao is a bit naughty by nature; bear with her more in the future.”
“It’s fine.” Wu Xian chuckled speechlessly.
“Haha, as long as you two get along.”
Tang Zhenghong laughed heartily, personally seeing Wu Xian to the car and watching him leave.
In the car, Tang Beng wasn’t foolish; the more he looked at Wu Xian, the fonder he grew, but such things ultimately depended on destiny.
The most he could do was go with the flow and give a little push.
Wu Xian curiously asked about Tang Tiaotiao and learned she had been buried in condensing her soul divine diagram these days, with a determination not to stop until she succeeded.
Back at the shantytown, Tang Beng personally helped pack things.
“What’s this about?” Grandfather, who was lifting weights nearby, couldn’t help but be puzzled.
“Moving.”
Wu Xian smiled slightly and explained the situation to Grandfather.
Soon after, the grandfather and grandson moved into North Street District overnight.
An ordinary old-style small villa, complete with a courtyard.
Inside the house, all furniture and facilities had already been neatly arranged by the Tang Family butler, ready to move in with bags.
After seeing off Tang Beng, looking around the unfamiliar yet warm home, Wu Xian felt a full sense of accomplishment for the first time, “Grandfather, we’re considered noble city folk from now on.”
“Nice house; as long as we didn’t lose out, it’s good,” Grandfather was quite satisfied, “It’ll be convenient to play chess with Old Wang and them later.”
Ever since recovering some memories, Grandfather’s mindset and vision had clearly improved a lot.
Or rather, he had a clear cognition and concept of his grandson being a scroll painter.
“Come on~ Xian’er, do a few sets of bedtime physical training.”
“…”
Late at night, Wu Xian, laid flat by Grandfather’s training, returned to his room.
With his cultivation level recovering, Grandfather’s physical ability was becoming more and more heaven-defying.
Pasting the various God of Wealth portraits from the old shack onto the walls of his new room made it feel completely different right away.
Habitually summoning the God of Wealth to worship, then under the boost of the laurel tree and spiritual energy amplification fluid, he cultivated through the night.
Early next morning, looking at the unfamiliar new home before him, it felt like a dream.
A brand new future life would begin from here.
“Destiny divine diagram?”
His mind sank into the God of Wealth scroll painting imprint.
With a complete scroll painting concept, he didn’t need “mental source essence” stimulation to condense the divine diagram.
