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

Chapter 100 Mechanical Dojo, Tang Qingxuan
To be honest, dealing with media interviews is really tiring.

However, the publicity brought by the media was also very effective.

In the interview, Wu Xian made no attempt to hide his identity as a grassroots scroll painter, which was definitely a gimmick.

Not long after Wu Xian returned to his villa in the North District...

The news has already been released by major media outlets.

Shocking! A Genius Scroll Painter Emerging from a Slum!

"The Xue Family's Prodigy Girl Returns from Studying Abroad; A Master Teacher Produces an Outstanding Student"

Wu Xian, a genius scroll painter from a poor background.

"Genius Illustrated Works: The Ten Great Malevolent Generals Series!"

From a shantytown boy who couldn't even afford the registration fee to a genius scroll painter

The underdog's rise to success is a sensational story that easily generates news coverage, no matter the world.

In just one day, the people of Yaoyang City all knew the name of Wu Xian, the genius scroll painter.

Whether they approve of Wu Xian's scroll or not, at least they now know Wu Xian's name.

But the most awkward situation undoubtedly belongs to Dengfeng Art Studio.

The studio is undoubtedly the one that has suffered the most from the commotion caused by a grassroots scroll painter.

After all, so many parents spend so much money every year to send their children to art studios, just so their children can become scroll painters.

But nowadays, a kid who has never even been to an art studio can become a scroll painter. What is the point of their art studios?
"Where did this country bumpkin come from? A genius scroll painter, no less?"

Inside the Dengfeng Art Studio, the principal and a group of leaders looked grim.

"I watched that kid's match live, and that scroll was indeed remarkable."

"I saw a news report saying that this kid couldn't even afford the registration fee at first. How did he develop like this? That shouldn't be the case."

"I heard they're quite close to the Tang family; perhaps the Tang family has provided some financial assistance?"

“It’s possible,” one of the teachers suddenly remembered something. “That girl from the Tang family seemed to have mentioned a talented but poor boy to me before. Could it be this Wu Xian?”

Upon hearing this, the principal's expression turned strange. "Then why didn't you admit him back then?"

What use is there in taking in a poor boy?

Teacher Liang's embarrassment was tinged with a hint of self-righteousness.

After all, the purpose of their art studio is to help the dojo make money, and incidentally, to supply the dojo with some excellent trainees.

But without a strong lineage and abundant resources, how many can truly go far?

At this moment, what they care about is the negative impact Wu Xian has had on the art studio, not the loss of a so-called talent.

"Try to suppress the news; the public has no memory of it and will forget it in a few days."

"As for that kid, he was just lucky and had a fleeting moment of fame. Who will even remember him after this?"

"The scroll painter assessment is coming up soon, and then their true colors will be revealed."

Although Wu Xian now has the support of the Xue family, they don't care.

To put it simply, the Xue family is already struggling to support Xue Lingling, let alone an outsider.

“Who was in charge of registration back then? Fire him,” the principal said thoughtfully, “to show our studio’s attitude towards missing out on talent.”

"no problem."

Not long after, a teacher from a lower-level position who had been expelled from the art studio looked dejected.

Looking back at the place where I had worked diligently for more than ten years, my mind went blank, and I felt like the sky had fallen.

Only then did he realize that, given his humble origins, he was nothing more than a "temporary worker" who could be discarded at will by the art studio.

……

Inside a small villa in the North Street area.

Looking at the astonishing number of orders on the club's official website, Wu Xian was in an extremely good mood.

"As expected, creating hype and generating buzz is still the most effective tactic!"

More than 500 orders for rubbings, plus 95 orders for duplicates, with the sales of the Ox-Headed Yin General being the most outstanding.

Sure enough, the senior sister in the group was dumbfounded and her mentality was completely broken.

The beautiful and intelligent president exclaimed, "What the heck? So many orders all of a sudden?"

Although the painting by the obedient disciple is indeed excellent, the speed at which sales are rising is too outrageous, isn't it? Wu Xian (Vice President): "With such high popularity, it is bound to translate into some sales."

Zhou Qi: "I'm envious."

Xue Lingling: "This is clearly my club, so why does it feel like I'm doing all the work for you?"

Wu Xian: "Why don't you, Master Sister, try participating in the competition yourself?"

Xue Lingling: "What are you talking about? I am a dignified scroll painter from a martial arts academy!"

Despite saying that, Xue Lingling still quietly registered herself as a player, but she would have to start from the bubble tournament and could not officially enter the Bronze League arena until next month.

At this time, Wu Xian also had no choice but to start working overtime.

First, deliver the existing inventory, and then start production to deliver new orders.

Fortunately, every order represents real money, which motivates me to keep drawing.

As for the materials, we have Mr. Hu's supply, so there's no pressure at all.

Although I am very experienced in being a beast of burden, and can be called a nuclear-powered donkey, I will not deliver all the orders at once. I have to control the amount of goods shipped, so as to achieve the effect of scarcity marketing.

Other scroll painters are quite good at this.

It is said that some top-notch scroll painters have orders booked for several years in advance.

Even so, there are still a lot of spirit masters willing to line up and wait.

Of course, this refers to orders for copies; rubbings do not require queuing.

Rubbings are relatively easy to print, as long as the materials are available.

Wu Xian's idea is to try to keep the order waiting time within one year after the order volume surges in the future, since it is not appropriate to make users wait too long.

In the future, I might consider taking on an apprentice, granting them my skills, and having them work for me for free.

Just like Tang Benghao, the big brother of today.

Zhu Zi has so many orders that he doesn't need to worry about them; he can just sit back and wait for his share.

One, two, three...

Exhausted from working late into the night, Wu Xian decided to take a good rest.

However, not long after lying down in bed, he keenly sensed a hint of hostility.

"A servant of an evil god?!"

Wu Xian immediately stood up, thinking that the servants of the evil god had come to kill him.

Through the divine map, and by examining the reconnaissance view transmitted by the Night Wanderer, one can see a cold-faced woman riding a motorized skateboard in the night, rapidly approaching the small villa.

"Am I just imagining things?" Tang Qingxuan frowned and looked around the North Street area under the night sky. "Why do I keep feeling like someone is watching me in the dark?"

A powerful mental force was released, but no abnormality was detected.

He then looked down at the few small villas below, "This should be the place."

While chatting with Tang Tiaotiao's family yesterday, she casually asked about Wu Xian's address.

I came here under the cover of night to try and resolve this problem ahead of time.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Upon hearing the knock on the door, Wu Xian couldn't help but feel puzzled.

When did the servants of the evil god become so polite?

"Who goes there?" Wu Xian asked coldly.

"Friends from the Tang family, I've come to have a chat with you." Tang Qingxuan's cold voice came from outside the door.

Wu Xian's expression was strange. He cautiously opened the door, and after seeing the other person's face, he frowned in confusion: "You are...?"

"Let me introduce myself, Tang Qingxuan, an inner disciple of the Mechanical Dojo." Tang Qingxuan looked Wu Xian up and down, unable to hide his contempt and disdain. "I want to talk to you about that girl, Tiaotiao."

"Mechanical Dojo?" Wu Xian was slightly surprised. "Are you from the main branch of the Tang family?"

Tang Qingxuan neither agreed nor disagreed.

Just then, the disheveled Third Master Xue from next door pushed open his door and came out. "Kid, need any help?"

“No need, no need,” Wu Xian quickly replied, “You should rest.”

Upon seeing Master Xue next door, Tang Qingxuan frowned, sensing a hint of danger.

(End of this chapter)