This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

On the other hand, Zhang Chen had a clear goal and headed straight for the electronics city.

He ignored all the enthusiastic recommendations from the sales staff and found a tech geek in a corner who was engrossed in assembling a machine.

"I want one computer, no, two."

Zhang Chen spoke directly.

"One machine is fine as it is, just set it up casually so it can handle normal office work. The other one needs to be top-notch, it absolutely must be able to run all the AAA games on the market! The running speed needs to be fast, the super fast kind."

Half an hour later, he walked out carrying a huge cardboard box, satisfied. A little while later, he turned into the second-hand market next door and bought a half-dead color printer for a fraction of the price.

The printer casing was yellowed and had a small sticker with the words "XXX Graphics" on it.

Immediately afterwards, he went to the clothing wholesale market.

After rummaging through piles of clothes for a long time, I finally picked out two modified Chinese-style cardigans.

The clothes are made of cotton and linen, in black and gray, with a Chinese knot button design, but the cut is very crisp. Wearing them gives them a touch of traditional charm while maintaining a modern and neat look.

The two shopped for more than two hours before meeting up at a restaurant on the top floor of the mall.

The table was covered with the daily necessities that Wang Xiaoer had bought, and next to it stood the computer case that Zhang Chen had carried back. As for some of the larger items, they had all been arranged to be delivered to the door at a certain time.

"Brother Chen, what did you buy?"

Wang Xiaoer looked at the dilapidated printer with a face full of disgust.

"This is professional equipment, our firm's bread and butter!"

Zhang Chen smiled mysteriously.

"When I get back, I'll have someone consecrate it. From now on, our firm's talismans will be mass-produced thanks to it."

Wang Xiaoer's lips twitched, and he decided not to discuss professional issues with this charlatan anymore.

He glanced at the time, got up, and wanted to ask if their food was ready. After all that work, the boxed lunches they had eaten earlier were long gone.

Just then, a heated argument broke out at the next table.

"What exactly do you want! I've explained it to you eight hundred times!" The man suppressed his anger, looking helpless.

"Explanation? I don't want to hear your explanation! You're not allowed to save any other vixen's phone number in your phone except mine!" The young girl's voice was sharp and angry.

"Are you even being reasonable?! That's my mom! My mom! I've told you so many times, can't you understand human language?" The man lost his temper and yelled.

"You bastard! How dare you yell at me for another woman!"

The girl screamed, grabbed a large glass of cola from the table, and splashed it in the face of the man opposite her.

Coincidentally, Wang Xiaoer was carrying back two bowls of rice when he happened to pass by their table.

To avoid it, he instinctively turned his body to the side.

His elbow struck the girl's raised wrist squarely.

"Snapped!"

The full glass of cola flew out of his hand, tracing an unbelievable arc in the air, passing directly over the couple's heads and then around a table of diners.

"puff--"

A muffled thud.

The entire glass of cola, ice and all, was poured precisely onto the face of a skinny man who had just stood up and was about to slip away.

The man was startled by the splash and was completely stunned.

He instinctively flung his hand away.

A brown women's wallet fell out of his arms and landed on the ground, scattering its contents—an ID card and bank cards—all over the floor.

"My wallet!"

The wallet's owner, a girl who had just been enjoying watching the melon, immediately realized what was happening and let out a scream.

The whole process happened in the blink of an eye.

The onlookers were dumbfounded.

The girl who spilled the cola was stunned, and so was the man who was splashed with it.

Even the victim whose wallet was stolen was stunned for several seconds. At this moment, her boyfriend, who was next to her, was the first to come to his senses. He rushed forward and pinned the thief to the ground.

Wang Xiaoer stood there, holding two bowls of rice, looking like a child who had done something wrong.

Zhang Chen sat in his seat, taking in everything. He picked up his chopsticks, slowly dipped them in the free sauce, slurped a mouthful, and then sighed to Wang Xiaoer.

"Hey waiter, I shouldn't be calling you Brother Kun anymore."

Being with you means I always encounter interesting things.

Back at the office, the two casually spread out a mattress and made do for the night. Fortunately, it was summer, so it wasn't a big deal.

The days ahead will be busy. Even if they don't plan to renovate the shop, they'll still have to do some basic tidying up.

After a week of busy work, including setting up furniture, running errands to the property management office to connect the water, electricity, and gas, and then registering and wallpapering, the two finally managed to get the basics in order.

The first floor is the office area, simply furnished with some desks and chairs found at the secondhand market.

However, there were some new things, such as Zhang Chen's high-spec computer, which was placed alone on a brand-new desk, but the second-hand computer and printer next to it seemed a bit out of place.

The second floor was divided into two bedrooms. Apart from two beds, there wasn't even a decent wardrobe. It was just a simple tidying up to make it look less messy.

When the acrylic sign for "Qiankun Studio," purchased online, was hung on the front door, this empty space finally began to take shape as a "home" and a "business."

As Wang Xiaoer watched all this, a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

But as soon as he saw the printer, he couldn't help but want to complain.

"Brother Chen, I just don't understand. You spent a fortune on such a good computer, and you paired it with this piece of junk printer? Will the talismans printed by this thing even work? Can't we be a little more professional?"

Zhang Chen did not answer directly.

He took the black cardigan out of the bag, unfolded it, and draped it over Wang Xiaoer's shoulders without saying a word.

The clothes were just the right size, not too big or too small.

Wang Xiaoer instantly felt that his entire demeanor had changed; he had lost some of his rustic charm and gained more composure.

Zhang Chen straightened his collar, took two steps back, and nodded in satisfaction.

He patted Wang Xiaoer on the shoulder heavily.

"See? Clothes make the man."

"From today onwards, you are Master Wang."

After saying that, Zhang Chen pulled over his gaming chair and plopped down, lazily lighting a cigarette for himself.

"Master Wang..."

Wang Xiaoer murmured the title, feeling it was somewhat unreal.

After a while, he remembered the broken printer again and couldn't help but ask, "You still haven't answered me. Is that printer working or not? Didn't you say you were going to find someone to bless it?"

Zhang Chen glanced at the printer, then looked back at Wang Xiaoer, then turned his chair around so his back was to Wang Xiaoer, a playful smile playing on his lips.

He didn't answer directly, but simply asked a question in return.

"Didn't you experience that at Boss Liu's villa?"

Wang Xiaoer was taken aback.

He suddenly remembered that on that strange night at Boss Liu's villa, Zhang Chen had indeed slipped a paper talisman into his arms.

He was indeed frightened at the time, but at some point, he felt inexplicably calmer, and his fear dissipated.

He hadn't thought much about it before, and he always assumed it was just psychological.

Looking back now, I guess it really was that talisman printed on the A4 paper that worked.