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

Chapter 22 The Dimensional Mirage Arrives!

Zhao He and Huang Mao remained stunned for a long time, their voices trembling, "Little...Little Boss, are you serious?"

“Of course,” Wu Xian nodded and asked with a smile, “How many does Brother Zhao have right now?”

“Five…five hundred and forty thousand,” Zhao He stammered in response.

Good heavens, 500,000 isn't even enough for a down payment. How shady are those scroll artists in the market?
The problem is that most of the picture scrolls on the market are second- or third-rate, yet they are sold at such high prices.

No wonder everyone says that picture scrolls are profitable.

"I'll take care of it for you for 500,000, no loan or anything," Wu Xian said with a wave of his hand. "Pay now, and I can get it done for you tomorrow."

"really?"

Zhao Hegan swallowed hard, his excitement mixed with a hint of worry.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't stoop so low as to cheat you out of this little bit of money, but please keep this a secret. The scroll artist behind me doesn't want to be too conspicuous for the time being," Wu Xian solemnly reminded him.

"Ok."

Zhao He trembled as he took out his phone. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, transferring the huge sum of 500,000 yuan to Wu Xian.

For wealthy people, 500,000 yuan may not be much, but for Zhao He, it was the wealth he had painstakingly saved up.

This is enough to demonstrate his trust in Wu Xian.

"I'm entrusting the rest of my life to you."

"Come pick up the goods first thing tomorrow morning." Wu Xian smiled slightly and said meaningfully, "Trust me, this will be the best decision you've ever made."

After recovering from his excitement, the blond-haired man asked, "Um... is there still a chance for me to have this opportunity later?"

“Of course,” Wu Xian said with a smile, “Just come find me when you’ve saved enough.”

Next, I gave Zhao He a brief introduction and let him make a choice.

As expected, the guardian tiger was ultimately chosen.

Men, naturally, prefer majestic animals like tigers.

Watching Wu Xian leave, Zhao He and Huang Mao remained unsettled for a long time, their hearts filled with worry.

"Boss, is this little boss deal reliable?" the blond guy asked in a low voice.

"The money's already been handed over, so we'll accept it even if it's unreliable." Zhao He gritted his teeth, though he wasn't entirely sure himself. But he trusted his judgment of people. "Didn't you notice that our young boss's two scrolls are both original scrolls with gold-embroidered borders?"

"It really is."

“If there isn’t a scroll illustrator behind him, how could he possibly possess the original scroll?” Zhao He’s eyes flickered. “If the young boss weren’t so young, I would even suspect that he is the scroll illustrator.”

……

"Yes," the boss said confidently as always, "What do you need?"

Wu Xian was both amused and exasperated, and immediately presented the list of required materials.

I wanted to purchase some more low-end materials as research consumables for pigment formulation, but I was reluctant to waste too much money.

"Do you have any materials that are not in good condition and are being sold off cheaply?" Wu Xian asked tentatively.

"Yes! How much do you want?" The boss asked without hesitation. "However, this kind of goods are usually stockpiled for a period of time and then packaged and sold to small factories and workshops. The amount that can be given to you is not much."

"Really?" Wu Xian exclaimed with delight. "What's the price?"

"Tier 1: 200, Tier 2: 300, Tier 3: 500, sold by weight." The shopkeeper quoted prices skillfully. "As for Tier 4, there's no such thing as good quality."

"Can I take a look first?"

Afterwards, I went with the boss to the backyard to take a look at the goods.

Although the price is much higher than that of scrap materials, the quality is also better, so it's worth the price.

If Zhaohe's supply is insufficient in the future, they can simply come to the boss's place to replenish their stock.

"Still don't know the boss's name? Could you please provide contact information?"

"Hu Deyou, everyone calls me Lao Hu." The boss chuckled and added Wu Xian's contact information. "Speaking of which, what do you do for a living, young man? You always seem to be buying all sorts of things."

"I was helping a friend with purchasing, but I don't know exactly what it was for."

After giving a perfunctory reply, Wu Xian took his leave.

He turned around and went to the pharmacy, where he bought ten boxes of [Psionic Amplification Fluid] in one go. Then he went to the art supply store to replenish his drawing paper and general-purpose paints.

After returning home, I first helped Brother Zhao He draw a picture of a guardian tiger to protect his home.

After two consecutive failures, wasting two sheets of good quality drawing paper and some paint, I successfully completed a copy on the third attempt.

The "main scroll" that people often talk about actually refers to the "copy" scroll.

After all, [Rubbings] cannot increase the level of the Painting Spirit, and only the dungeon scrolls that can increase the level of the Painting Spirit are worth cultivating as the main scrolls.

Of course, if you have ample financial resources, the original and the best are naturally preferred. "Two failures and it's less than two hundred thousand?"

Wu Xian did the math and found that the total cost of this guardian tiger copy was less than 200,000, which was incredibly profitable.

One share earns 300,000, ten shares earn 3 million, one hundred shares earn 30 million...

Just thinking about it is exciting.

In the evening, the old man returned from a walk to clear his head, and on the way, he picked up a carload of mineral water bottles, leaving Wu Xian speechless.

Let the elderly do whatever they want, as long as they're in a good mood.

Early the next morning.

Upon waking from cultivation, with the dual assistance of the spiritual energy amplification liquid and the spiritual energy of the laurel tree, my spiritual power has significantly increased.

At this rate, he will definitely break through to the third level of Spirit Master cultivation in less than two months.

After watching the old man drive off in his beat-up car to "clear his head," Wu Xian stayed home to continue his research.

Not long after, Zhao He and Huang Mao led a group of henchmen to pick up the scroll, their expressions increasingly tense.

The moment Zhao He received the [Guardian Tiger], he was so excited that tears streamed down his face.

"Young boss, I'm not saying anything more. From now on, whatever you say goes!"

Huang Mao and his gang of henchmen echoed and responded.

At this moment, Wu Xian was undoubtedly a great benefactor in their eyes who could change their fate.

"Um... if I want to go into a dungeon now, is it safe?" Zhao He asked cautiously, holding the scroll in his hands.

Wu Xian smiled slightly: "Let me put it this way, low-level beginner dungeons are a breeze!"

"Is it true?"

Zhao He's voice trembled slightly, filled with doubt, yet he couldn't wait to try it out.

After seeing Zhao He and his group off, Wu Xian continued to bury himself in his research.

"Machinery, soul, temperature?"

I tried to build it using mechanical principles again and again, but I could never feel the existence of "soul and warmth".

Time flew by and it was noon. I ordered a quick takeout to fill my stomach and then prepared to start drawing Zhu Zi Ge, hoping to find some clues in the process.

Jingle Bell……

Zhao He suddenly called.

"Young boss, my dear ancestor! You have no idea how fierce our divine tiger is. Those monsters in the dungeon are all scared like grandsons." Zhao He excitedly described the power of the guardian tiger.

"Didn't you go to run a dungeon? Why are you out so soon?" Wu Xian asked, puzzled.

"Don't even mention it. We were having a blast killing monsters when we suddenly received an evacuation notice from the outpost, telling everyone to leave the instance as soon as possible," Zhao He complained. "They said they were temporarily closing all instances. I have no idea what happened."

"Temporarily closing all instances?" Wu Xian was startled. "Didn't they say why?"

"No, everyone's confused too," Zhao He's voice suddenly paused, as if the signal was malfunctioning. "What...what...what is that?"

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Young boss, look at the sky..."

Before Zhao He could finish speaking, the signal was completely cut off.

At the same time, Wu Xian also keenly sensed a strange sense of oppression, and hurriedly rushed outside to look up at the sky.

Above the "scarred" sky, dimensional rifts twisted and flowed like ripples on water, emitting unsettling dimensional shockwaves, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Air raid sirens echoed throughout Yaoyang City.

"what happened?"

Wu Xian felt his lips and teeth were dry and his scalp was tingling.

Soon, the phone beeped rapidly, and the screen was filled with an alert text message:

Warning! Warning!

A sudden dimensional mirage has occurred. All citizens of Yaoyang City are urged to cease all work and remain indoors. Avoid going out unless absolutely necessary, and wait for the mirage to dissipate.

"A dimensional mirage?!" Wu Xian's heart stopped beating.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding shantytown scenery began to blur and distort, as if the scenery of another world was overlapping.

The outlines of layered mountains appeared on the horizon, dark and menacing, like the claws of a demon.

Giant, monstrous insects, blotting out the sky, slowly passed over the city, their heavy footsteps echoing as if they were right in front of us.

(End of this chapter)