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Chapter 594 Even becoming a god requires producing your own merchandise.
Tang Bohu swept the table aside and laid out drawing paper.

He always carried his tools with him, from his personal stamp to paintbrushes, paints, and so on.

I flattened the paperweight, rolled up my sleeves, and ground the ink.

Tang Bohu lowered his head and was just getting ready when he looked up again and was surprised to find that Tan Wenjie had changed his clothes.

"Ok?"

He rubbed his eyes.

I can be absolutely certain that Tan Wenjie has never left my sight.

"Brother Jie, what's going on?"

"Draw quickly, I have several more designs!" Tan Wenjie raised his sword finger, making a fierce demon-slaying gesture. "Remember to match the door god designs."

"Can you explain what that flaming wheel next to your feet is?"

"Wind and Fire Wheels? Never heard of them?" Tan Wenjie gave him a look that said, 'You're making a big fuss over nothing.'

Tang Bohu retorted, "That's something only immortals could have."

Tan Wenjie retorted, "When did I say I wasn't a deity?"

Tang Bohu was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "That makes a lot of sense."

The flaming wheels weren't anything special; there were many "magicians" and "sorcerers" in the martial arts world who could use the Five Elements Escape Technique or illusions to cheat and swindle.

He quickly sketched with his pen, and finished in no time.

After stopping, Tang Bohu looked at his work and nodded in satisfaction.

"With me, Tang Bohu, on the case... Damn!" Tang Bohu looked up and realized that Tan Wenjie had changed his appearance again, this time with a square-headed, short-handled hammer in his hand.

Tan Wenjie: "What are you looking at? Keep drawing."

Tang Bohu retorted, "Even if you had three heads and six arms, I wouldn't be surprised."

"Huh? How did you know I have three heads and six arms? I was afraid I'd scare you."

As he spoke, Tan Wenjie shook his head, and two more heads immediately appeared on his shoulders. Then, his arms wriggled and transformed into six arms.

Tang Bohu: "..."

Tan Wenjie was surprised by his calmness: "Are you really not afraid?"

"Brother Jie, stop messing around." Tang Bohu waved his hand impatiently. "Don't delay my painting. I have to get up early tomorrow to pick up girls. What's three heads and six arms? I've seen nine-tailed foxes. It's just an illusion."

Tan Wenjie: "..."

It's true, but believe it or not, I didn't get paid anyway.

The paintings didn't take too long to complete. Even though Tan Wenjie had some very demanding requirements, Tang Bohu, as the contractor, still perfectly fulfilled all of them.

Once a painting is made, Tang Bohu can perfectly replicate it in just a few breaths; his ability is simply unheard of.

Tan Wenjie took the opportunity to ask for multiple versions, including card sizes, A4 paper flyers, hanging portraits, etc.

They only agreed to let him leave after they had completely drained his creativity.

"Phew~" Tang Bohu rubbed his waist and left Tan Wenjie's room.

Unexpectedly, he bumped into Qiu Xiang.

"you……"

Qiu Xiang's gaze lingered on Tang Bohu's waist, then shifted to Tan Wenjie's doorway.

Tang Bohu: "Sister Qiuxiang, please let me explain."

Qiu Xiang: "I..."

Tang Bohu said anxiously, "Sister Qiuxiang, it's not what you think."

He's been misunderstood too many times; this time he has to clear things up.

Inside the room, Tan Wenjie admired his own portrait painting. With a world-class painter designing cultural and creative products for him, attracting followers would be a piece of cake in the future.

The biggest problem now is promotion.

"Sister Qiuxiang—Sister—Sister~"

An echo came from outside. Tan Wenjie turned his head in confusion and saw Tang Bohu kneeling on the ground shouting.

"Breaked up again?"

He was used to seeing that guy fail at picking up girls; after all, he was right there, and he could compare and choose.

Let's turn our attention back.

"Well done, you captured my handsomeness and mysterious aura perfectly."

Tan Wenjie was very satisfied.

It's really not easy to be a deity and have to do everything yourself.

the next day.

The sky was overcast.

Tan Wenjie, carrying his luggage, prepared to leave Washington.

"Madam Hua, Grand Tutor Hua, what are you doing?"

He detests extravagance and has absolutely no interest in money. Madam Hua actually dares to try to corrupt him with money. Humph, she's made a mistake.

Tan Wenjie glanced at Qiu Xiang, who was holding a large tray of gold ingots. Indeed, appearances can be deceiving. The seemingly delicate Qiu Xiang was able to steadily support the heavy silver and gold weighing over ten kilograms.

This is probably why someone can't lift a stone weighing over ten kilograms, but can carry a piece of gold weighing over ten kilograms.

Madam Hua: "Your journey to the capital is long, so I have prepared a carriage, travel expenses, and maids and servants to accompany you."

She felt that Tam Man-kit was very pleasing to the eye.

It's a pity I don't have a daughter, otherwise I would definitely marry her to him.

"I can take the travel expenses, but I don't need the carriage and the people who will take care of me," Tan Wenjie shook his head and refused.

He wanted to spread his faith along the way, acting like a ghost... or rather, performing miracles, and having people around him really ruined the atmosphere.

If they get tired while traveling, they might have to ride their mounts and take off. They're too supermodel-like to be shown off in front of ordinary people.

"At least bring one servant," Madam Hua said. "Someone needs to take care of your food, clothing, and lodging, Hua An!"

"Yes! I am here."

Tang Bohu ran over.

Madam Hua: "I heard that you and Young Master Tan have a very good relationship."

“That’s right.” Tang Bohu nodded happily.

Seeing how reluctant Mrs. Hua was to part with Tan Wenjie today, if you didn't know, you would think Tan Wenjie was her own son.

As long as he admits to having a good relationship with Tan Wenjie, he can gain a good status in Washington, D.C., and get one step closer to winning Qiu Xiang's heart.

"It seems I was right," Madam Hua nodded. "Hua An! Please take good care of Young Master Tan along the way."

"I?"

It's not the script I imagined.

He kept winking and making faces at Tan Wenjie, but Tan Wenjie didn't even look at him.

Madam Hua said, "Hua Wen and Hua Wu have something else they want to say to you."

The two brothers walked over, grinning slyly: "Brother Jie, Hua An, hehehe, that's right, it was us two idiots who betrayed you!"

"Damn it!" Tang Bohu instinctively wanted to roll up his sleeves.

"We want to woo Qiu Xiang. Even if you leave, Brother Jie, with Hua An around, she definitely won't be interested in us."

Tang Bohu rolled up his sleeves and then put them down again.

Tell the truth.

“Not bad plan.” Tan Wenjie nodded. “For someone with such a weak mind, you two are quite clever.”

"Hahahaha!" X2
"However, have you considered another possibility?"

"what?"

"Mrs. Hua, take Hua An back," Tan Wenjie suddenly raised his voice. "I won't bring anyone with me, otherwise I won't take your money." Everyone present: "?"

Do you want to hear what you're saying? You're actually using the money someone gave you to threaten them.

Madam Hua sighed, "Then forget it."

Everyone: "?"

Is this how capable people communicate? They used to think that the noble character of refusing money given away for free only existed in legends, and that if it were them, they would only think that the amount given was too little.

With so much money, they'd feel like they'd be burning their hands if they took it, and they'd feel embarrassed if they didn't eat a few mouthfuls of shit.

However, Tan Wenjie dared to make the request directly, and Mrs. Hua actually agreed. Perhaps this is what is meant by a gentleman's friendship.

Even Qiu Xiang's gaze towards Tan Wenjie changed.

"Farewell." Tan Wenjie flicked his sleeves with a flourish.

Take the money and leave.

His act of taking the money and leaving directly even gave people a sense of nonchalance.

Tang Bohu thought to himself, "I will never forget your great kindness. After I win Qiu Xiang's heart, I will definitely erect a longevity tablet for you, Brother Jie."

Hua Wen and Hua Wu: "As expected of Brother Jie!"

After leaving Washington, D.C., Tan Wenjie planned to find a less crowded place and fly directly to a more populated area.

He still has plenty of time in this world, and now, with the "image ID photo" drawn by Tang Bohu, he will surely be able to greatly expand his audience.

The best place to spread faith is the capital city, right under the emperor's nose, where information travels extremely fast.
As he walked, he became somewhat lost in thought. When he came to his senses, two shameless women had crawled under his arms.

Yichun Courtyard!
I was indeed in a poor mental state.

"Young Master~" x2
A sweet and cloying voice came through.

Tan Wenjie's spirits lifted, and he silently withdrew his hands, which were already under his own control.

Just as he was about to make his move, a gaze fell upon him. Although it was subtle, the difference in their abilities was too great, and the other party had no reason to hide anything.

Tan Wenjie moved his gaze upwards and saw "Bai Min'er" and "Rong Xiaoyi" standing among a group of beautiful women.

The two women were completely unaware that they had been exposed, and even smiled when Tan Wenjie looked at them.

After nodding slightly, Tan Wenjie led the two professional software hardening technicians into the room.

"Young Master~" x2
The two of them took off their clothes almost instinctively, as if it were a professional instinct.

It has absolutely no charm; it's really boring.

Tan Wenjie raised his hand to stop him: "Wait, go find someone for me and tell him there's a big business opportunity."

A small silver ingot was taken out, and someone immediately volunteered to jump out.

"Young master, who are you looking for?"

"A storyteller needs to have excellent speaking skills," Tan Wenjie said.

"I'll go find it right away!"

"I am coming too!"

"go together."

Soon the storyteller arrived, and after a brief demonstration, Tan Wenjie was very satisfied and said he would take the job.

Next came emergency training, instructing storytellers on how to act and speak, especially the most professional scripts that could easily evoke emotions.

In this era, mastering these skills is equivalent to mastering the path to wealth.

As Tan Wenjie described the bright prospects and future, the storyteller's eyes shone, as if he had already embarked on the road to success.

"Young master, please rest assured!" the storyteller said, "I will definitely handle this matter well!"

This is the first job I've ever had where I could get commission directly.

the other side.

"Sis, that guy you just saw, was he very powerful?"

"I wouldn't say he's impressive," the woman said. "I feel like I've seen him somewhere before."

She pondered for a long time, but in the end she could only give up, concluding that she had misread it.

"Grab the bounty first," the woman said.

The bounty they depend on for survival is the most important thing to them.

……

Tang Bohu was trying his best to woo Qiu Xiang, but he never expected that the legend of him in the martial arts world would once again be stirred up.

The legend of Tang Bohu's words being worth a thousand pieces of gold is no longer surprising. In fact, many people hide behind the back door of his house, waiting for the servants in the mansion to dispose of waste paper so they can take the opportunity to make some money.

The entire painting and calligraphy is unaffordable for ordinary people, but they can barely afford a single character, and it has great collectible value.

Such a valuable authentic work by Tang Bohu has unexpectedly circulated in the public eye, with his latest creation being based on a deity.

In the morning, Tang Bohu received his mission and went out. According to the Hua family's custom, he had to go out to distribute porridge and meals on the first and fifteenth of each month, which was considered a lucrative job.

Because of his good relationship with Tan Wenjie, even Madam Hua treated him much better. Following her example, the attitudes of others naturally changed as well.

Tang Bohu bought a string of candied hawthorns and wandered around. He didn't need to do any work; the servants who wanted to flatter him had already taken over all the tasks.

Who is the Celestial Venerable of Heavenly Might and Power?

A voice suddenly caught Tang Bohu's attention.

"Yichun Courtyard?" He looked up at the signboard.

The scent of rouge wafted out from under the door, pungent into his nose.

"Speaking of this Celestial Venerable of Heavenly Might, he is quite extraordinary. He is a deity personally appointed by the Jade Emperor. He can patrol the Three Realms, has a pair of divine eyes that can see a thousand miles, and it is said that he was born with double pupils that can see through demons and evil spirits. He is also the Marshal of the Thunder Department personally appointed by the Thunder Ancestor. He is skilled in the Seventy-Two Transformations, has a copper head and iron arms, and is also the disciple of the God of Longevity, who can add blessings and longevity to him."

Tang Bohu followed the sound and entered the courtyard, where he saw that the Yichun Courtyard was full of beautifully dressed young ladies and a group of wealthy young men holding banknotes, waiting to squander them.

What's strange is that they didn't engage in any exchange of money or sex; instead, they all stared at the storyteller.

After inwardly condemning them for a while, Tang Bohu also chose to listen to a passage.

Before he knew it, an hour or two had passed. Tang Bohu gradually became engrossed in the story, never expecting such a tortuous and bizarre tale.

"It is said that Tang Bohu saw the immortal in person and obtained the immortal's permission to paint his likeness." The storyteller lowered his voice and whispered, "That painting would cost at least 100,000 taels of silver."

Tang Bohu: "Hiss—"

Tang Bohu was happy that the average price of his own work had increased, but he was certainly not happy that someone else increased the price by telling a story and the money didn't even reach his own hands.

The storyteller said, "Would you like to see the portrait of the Celestial Guardian?"

Everyone present: "Yes!"

“You’re lucky today. I have a portrait of him. If your family is being harmed by villains, you can take this painting, ‘The Mysterious Dragon Protector of the Way, the Mighty and Powerful General,’ home and hang it there. If you have children, you can put a smaller one in a brocade pouch and wear it around their necks.” The storyteller took out a painting. “A genuine work by Tang Bohu, with divine intervention. It’s not 100,000 taels of silver, nor 3,000 taels. I’ll give you a price. Remember, quantities are limited, first come, first served.”

Amidst the expectant and tense gazes of the crowd, the storyteller held up two fingers: "Two thousand taels of silver! Wait, two thousand taels is still too expensive. He said that gods don't need money, so today it's only six hundred and ninety-nine taels of silver!"

"I want I want!"

"Wait, I was here first!"

The scene was lively, with everyone grabbing money and scrambling to grab it, afraid of being a step too late.

Of course, most of them were just making a fuss, as ordinary families couldn't afford several hundred taels of silver.

"Don't be sad if you didn't manage to grab one earlier." The storyteller then took out another pile of paintings. "If you have elderly people in your family who wish for blessings and longevity, you can ask for this painting. I have another piece of good news for you: for every large portrait you ask for, you will receive a small portrait as a gift."

Another frenzy ensued at the scene.

"Don't worry if you didn't manage to grab one. I still have a little bit left, which I kept for my family. But since everyone wants it so much, well, I'll just give it all away."

"Okay!"
Tang Bohu: "..."

This was the first time he had ever encountered his original work being sold wholesale.

What bothered him even more was that, in order to expose the storyteller's scam, Tang Bohu had specifically bought two paintings at a high price.

However, after a cursory examination, he was basically able to determine that these paintings were likely made by himself.

I have absolutely no recollection of when I drew it.

(End of this chapter)