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

Chapter 34 Wealth Flows In (Please Read Further)
"Hey bro, why don't you sign up and give it a try?" Tang Tiaotiao teased. "I think you and Xue Lingling are a good match in age."

"..."

Tang Beng felt a wave of dizziness and rolled his eyes at her.

Is this young lady from the Xue family someone that just anyone can serve?

Besides, who would enjoy playing horror-themed games every day if someone dressed up like a female ghost?

"Hey~" Tang Beng suddenly thought of Wu Xian, "Little Xian could give it a try. Joining the club doesn't cost money, and you get a salary every month. Isn't that better than you just sitting around and wasting your money?"

"I'm just a small fry like myself, so I'll pass," Wu Xian quickly waved his hand.

"Why not give it a try? There's no registration fee or anything."

Wu Xian gave a vague response. He knew, of course, that Tang Beng was thinking of him, but he had no interest in it and no need to.

Most importantly, that woman is poisonous!

The three continued deeper into the factory area to hunt down the mirage monster.

During the hunt, Tang Beng kept trying to condense a soul divine diagram, but he made no progress.

On the contrary, Tang Tiaotiao's thoughts flowed like a spring, and she had already conceived the general outline of the Death God's Sky Rider in her mind.

This was a huge blow to Tang Beng, the older brother.

Perhaps he really isn't suited to be a scroll painter?
"Huh? What's going on?"

Just as they were having a great time killing, the eerie mirages all around suddenly started to freeze and dim.

Tang Beng looked around and pondered, "It seems this dimensional mirage is over."

"What? I haven't even condensed the divine diagram yet, how is it over already?" Tang Tiaotiao complained, still feeling unsatisfied.

"It's alright, we still have a lot of materials stockpiled. We'll find someone to buy some more later." Tang Beng seemed to have realized that he wasn't cut out for this. "I have quite a few in my pocket too, I'll save them all for you."

"Huh? Brother, you don't want to condense the divine diagram anymore?" Tang Tiaotiao asked, puzzled.

Tang Beng chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Alright, let's go home first. Father will probably be too excited to sleep when he sees your Moon God Riding."

He then bid farewell to Wu Xian and left.

Watching the brother and sister disappear on their mechanical skateboards, Wu Xian felt a pang of envy.

I wish we could fly too.

However, that mechanically powered skateboard seems quite expensive, so it's better to find a solution myself.

"Wasn't it supposed to take ten days to half a month? It's over in just three days?"

Clearly, Xue Lingling's previous remarks were merely intended to scare the refugees and incite their fear.

Now that the second-generation mirage has ended and the shantytown has been unsealed, I can finally focus on developing my career.

"Huh? Who lost their [Warspace Bracelet]?"

After taking only a couple of steps, I felt like I stepped on something. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a subspace storage bracelet.

Seeing that no one claimed it, Wu Xian tried to check the spiritual imprint inside the bracelet and found that the spiritual imprint had faded.

"Dead?" Wu Xian asked with a strange expression.

This sounds like the God of Wealth has appeared!

After erasing the remaining spiritual imprints and examining the items, it turns out to be the legacy of a wealthy young man.

It was filled with various materials and other odds and ends. The key point was that this storage bracelet was a Samsung model, with a much larger storage space.

Immediately, the White and Black Impermanence were released to perform a ritual to send off this unknown man and wish him a safe journey.

"Not bad."

I feel happy after switching to the new bracelet.

Upon returning home, Zhao He and his family members had already left to join the residents of the shantytown in post-disaster reconstruction and recovery efforts.

Seeing many soldiers carrying the bodies of the victims along the way inevitably made people feel heavy-hearted.

After being conscripted, the old man naturally joined the post-disaster relief efforts and won't be back until tomorrow.

"The road to making money is long and arduous!"

He glanced at the exorbitant housing prices on real estate websites and felt a surge of determination. Ever since learning about "distorted pollution," he'd been considering moving to the city center.

Just as I was figuring out how to make money, a series of strokes of good fortune began to arrive.

First, several neighbors, including Grandpa Wang, came to inquire about the price of the "Chicken King and Divine Tiger" house-protecting picture, since many people in the area had personally experienced the magic and power of the house-protecting picture.

However, the shantytowns are mostly inhabited by poor families, so selling them at too high a price wouldn't be appropriate.

In the end, the price was set at two thousand per piece.

Don't be fooled by the low price; the profit is decent. After all, practice scroll drafts aren't anything valuable; the cost is just the practice paper and some paint.

Roughly calculated, one painting can earn about two or three hundred yuan.

Not long after Grandpa Wang and his group left, Zhao He and his friends also came looking for them, equally interested in the house-protecting picture. After learning that each picture was priced at two thousand yuan, they each decided to pre-order one.

Of course, Zhao He and his group didn't come specifically for the house-protecting diagram.

"Young boss, 500,000 is enough, I'll transfer it to you!"

Huang Mao excitedly took out his phone and transferred money to Wu Xian.

"Wow~ Looks like you've made quite a bit of money these past few days," Wu Xian teased.

"Haha, thanks to the young boss, the brothers have made a little money," Zhao He said, beaming. "That's why we're here to give back to the young boss right away."

Wu Xian chuckled and asked the blond-haired man, "By the way, you still have loans, right? Don't end up not being able to make the monthly payments."

But the blond-haired man looked insane, “With the boss’s invincible scroll in hand, how could I be afraid of not being able to pay the monthly installment?”

Wu Xian was speechless.

Yes, with the [Chicken King] or [Divine Tiger] in hand, why worry about not making that little bit of money back?
"Chicken King or Divine Tiger, which one do you want?" Wu Xian asked.

"It's all right."

"Then let's choose Chicken King. When you go into dungeons with Lao Zhao, you'll be able to handle more situations."

"Okay, I'll do as the young boss says."

The blond-haired guy was incredibly obedient and well-behaved; he was nothing like the unruly person he used to be.

The other garbage collectors are still far from having enough money, but with Zhao He and Huang Mao leading the way, they should be able to gradually accumulate enough wealth.

After sending Zhao He and his group away, Wu Xian summoned the God of Wealth and offered him a devout worship.

This feeling of money rolling in is fucking awesome!
He immediately prepared to leave to purchase the materials he would need from Boss Hu in the North Street area.

Just as I stepped out the door, I saw two furtive figures, a man and a woman, walking in. They turned out to be the two crybabies from the Xuantian Academy training team.

Upon seeing Wu Xian, the two were overjoyed but also a little embarrassed and awkward. They stammered and declined each other's offer, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

"Is there something you two need?" Wu Xian asked, frowning in confusion.

"Um, that..." Finally, the little crybaby girl bravely spoke up, "To be honest, we are very interested in our classmate's drawing scroll and would like to ask him about it."

Wu Xian was slightly taken aback, to the point that he felt a little uneasy.

Good grief, there's more?

What's wrong with the God of Wealth?
It was just a dimensional mirage, how come it's suddenly starting to exert its power? Could it be a fortune gained at the cost of its life?

Are these the two scrolls?

After calming down, Wu Xian pointed to the rooster and tiger talismans pasted on the door.

"Yes, yes," the two nodded excitedly, "Could you tell us which master created this work?"

"Well..."

Before Wu Xian could even begin to speak, the male classmate took the initiative to say, "Don't worry, brother, I'll send you a thousand first. This is for the information. If you can help with introductions later, I'll reward you handsomely."

Wu Xian was completely stumped.

Do children from wealthy families spend so lavishly?

As expected of a top student from Xuantian Academy in a big city, he is truly terrifying.

(End of this chapter)