The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

"How was your day?"

"A few photographers and a few cosplayers will pool their money, bring their own equipment, set up the scene, and rent it out until the afternoon," Xiaochi calmly replied.

Zhang Chang'an nodded, wiped his hands with a tissue from the takeout, sat down at the front desk, and started eating his takeout.

The place he was just in was a separate workroom within the photography studio, locked up, without surveillance, and with its own wiring and layout.

The Rift Spacetime Technique is indeed authoritative enough. Even though he studied things from the 19th century, now that his level has improved, he has a real understanding of modern technology. He has now inspected all the equipment in the shed and there is no risk of leakage.

"I guess it's because these are also considered extraordinary professional abilities that can enhance my overall mechanical and technological talents."

The related ability is called Steam Knowledge, Good Quality. This adds a completely new inheritance, directly elevating his rank even higher.

With the time he spends repairing his equipment and practicing his boxing every day, he's only one or two days away from a breakthrough.

However, this inheritance appears to be the weakest in terms of direct combat power among all the inheritances he has encountered so far.

His current skill level is not high, so he has not yet unlocked any extraordinary skills; he is purely a production profession.

Unless he encounters equipment like the Steam Hound, which requires a certain skill level to operate, he already had the ability, yet he still used steam machinery incredibly well. At a low level, this class is utterly uncompetitive.

However, this is not a big deal. With low training levels, the investment is not high, so as long as the equipment can be repaired, it is not a loss.

He simply didn't have time to oversee the business here if he had to do this extra work, so he had to ask Koike to come and help.

This young woman majored in photography in college and has some work experience, but she's a rather laid-back person and doesn't like to travel around, so she chose to come and help look after the studio.

With her in charge of the business, Zhang Chang'an could lock himself in his workroom and work all day long, occasionally slacking off and playing games on the computer installed there.

He went back and worked himself to the bone to earn hundreds of thousands of yuan, so of course he could live a more leisurely life; otherwise, all that hard work would have been for nothing.

Of course, a workspace is still a workspace, and the environment inside isn't exactly pleasant. He needs to get some fresh air after a while before he'll eat out.

Longjiang braised pork trotters rice, with extra meat, intestines, and gravy.

Although it's not an expensive item, the price he charged is still quite high.

I guess I ate this for a long time when I was working, and now I still inexplicably crave it.

He opened the box and rummaged through it, but before he had chewed for long, he noticed that Xiao Chi was inexplicably paying attention to him. Even though there seemed to be a show playing on her phone, she would occasionally glance in his direction.

"Just say what you want to say." Zhang Chang'an said with some helplessness. Having been to London, he was willing to spend money on business and could directly hire a lawyer to review the documents for him.

But apart from being cunning and calculating in business, the people there are incredibly straightforward, and he's gotten used to it now.

"It's nothing, it's just that you're an actor, why do you stay cooped up in the room all day doing crafts and stuff?"

Koike didn't know much about this boss, only that he was a stuntman extra. He seemed to be very good at fighting, but he had just received a commendation for his act of bravery, so he should be trustworthy.

However, she is quite different from the actress she knows; she doesn't like going out and doesn't socialize much.

"I've already semi-retired, so I don't have any big names anymore, so why would I be doing any events? Besides, isn't it normal to have some hobbies like crafts?"

Zhang Chang'an wasn't afraid of Xiao Chi's suspicion, because there were only so many pieces of equipment, and he didn't always have to handle them himself.

Moreover, since this was a new area, he prepared quite a few props to practice on and to avoid attracting attention. For example, a hidden blade, a bat gun, and even Johnny's silver hand.

The workmanship is excellent. If it weren't a bit troublesome, he felt that making this would be more profitable than working in a photography studio.

"Besides, not all actors are extroverted. I even played a gangster in the movie. Do I look like one?" Zhang Chang'an, who had just experienced half a day as a deputy leader of a triad, was somewhat boastful.

"By the way, boss, what's the name of that drama you've been in lately? I don't watch many Chinese dramas, but I'll check it out when I have time."

Zhang Chang'an didn't say much. He gave his name and then threw the finished pork trotter rice into the trash can next to the front desk.

"Who do you think you are, coming here to ask all sorts of questions?"

With a muffled thud, a character stumbled back several steps.

"I am Sherlock Holmes. Everyone present can attest that I acted in self-defense."

Xiaochi is right; she doesn't seem to watch many domestic dramas. The one playing on her phone is a Sherlock Holmes series.

Zhang Chang'an now possesses excellent English skills that are not recorded as a skill, so he can understand it without subtitles.

However, he was just casually listening and was about to turn and leave when he heard this: "First, distract your opponent, then use your bridge to deflect his blind, chaotic punches..."

"?" Zhang Chang'an felt like he heard something strange.

He glanced back unconsciously, and then saw Holmes use the standard Tiger Crane Double Form Fist, grabbing his hair and sealing his throat, knocking his opponent to the ground.

His expression immediately became quite interesting. He decisively and calmly turned around and went back into the house, turning on the computer in his workspace.

"Search information: the fighting style used by Sherlock Holmes." Soon, the AI ​​search engine displayed the compiled information: "Holmes uses Southern Chinese martial arts, primarily Hung Kuen... WTF!"

Zhang Chang'an was completely stunned. He frantically started searching for information and quickly discovered something extremely absurd:

"Jack the Ripper was confirmed to have died in late 1888... but the police at the time did not know that the deceased was him. It was later deduced from clues."

The person who killed him was suspected to be a Chinese immigrant who used Chinese martial arts, but due to the passage of time, this cannot be verified. In the 20th century, Arthur Conan Doyle used this as a model to add the element of Hung Kuen (a style of Chinese martial arts) to Sherlock Holmes's character.

Only then did Zhang Chang'an dare to be certain that his actions had actually changed history to such an extent.

"What exactly is the background of my Zhang family?" Zhang Chang'an thought of the inheritance letter from back then.

He now has an excellent foundation in English, so he can finally translate it completely.

However, there was indeed no truly useful information in it; the agency in charge of handling the estate was a foreign organization that could not be found at all.

The genealogy is becoming increasingly mysterious, but so are the mysteries surrounding it.

"But why am I in such a hurry?" Zhang Chang'an pondered, then closed the search page.

Now, aside from the threat of the time rift potentially erasing it, the family tree brings him far more benefits than harm. Therefore, he actually hopes that the great secret behind it might be delayed.

………………

Ten days after he finished his exploration of London, Zhang Chang'an, having completely settled the rental and studio matters, finally completed the repair of the mechanical equipment.

After the function was fixed, he gave it extra maintenance, and today he is even trying to add more functions to it.

On hand are some basic parts, either hand-crafted or purchased from the redemption page.

However, looking at them, Zhang Chang'an didn't have many ideas.

Perhaps because the level of skill passed down among mechanics is not high, Zhang Chang'an is not like A Ming, who can make various improvements with just a little inspiration.

But it was precisely during this time of confusion that he found his way.

The parts before you suddenly began to roll on their own: "Your emotions are now in sync with an ancestor; you are about to step into a spacetime rift."

Zhang Chang'an's brows furrowed immediately: "This is far too hasty."

He was somewhat speechless, but he had gotten used to it to some extent.

Until everything in front of him slowly began to take on a retro look, and even an Asian style.

Looking up, the modern window that was originally covered by curtains has been transformed into a wooden-lattice paper window. Most importantly, cherry blossom petals are slowly falling under the night sky outside the window.

"Holy crap, saku la."