39: Stay in North Street

Chapter 39: Moving into the North District

Wu Xian couldn't help but ask, "Isn't Auntie home?"

"No," Tang Zhenghong replied with a hint of helplessness and bitterness, "Your aunt is even busier than I am; she barely comes back a few times a year."

"Oh, I see."

Wu Xian thought the old couple might have some marital issues and didn't dare to ask further.

"Well, is she coming back?"

Seeing that the call had ended, Tang Zhenghong asked.

Tang Beng turned his head away, looking embarrassed, "She said it depends on the situation."

"Alright, never mind her," Tang Zhenghong sighed and waved his hand, seemingly used to it. "Today's main guest is our nephew."

Chatting and laughing, they arrived at the villa area in the New District.

The moment Wu Xian stepped into the Tang Family, he deeply felt the decadence and luxury of capital.

Yes, it was literally the Tang Family residence, a luxurious villa estate in a modern setting.

"Welcome home, Master and Young Master."

The butler and a group of servants were already waiting, respectfully greeting them all the way.

In the spacious living room, the butler and servants began serving dishes and setting the table on schedule. Wu Xian was arranged in the main guest seat, inevitably feeling a bit constrained.

Seeing this, Tang Zhenghong raised his hand, signaling the butler and servants to withdraw, which made Wu Xian relax a little.

"Tiao Tiao was right, nephew, you truly are a scroll Genius," Tang Zhenghong praised and sighed while pouring wine for Wu Xian. "If I had known this, I should have arranged for you to join our family company immediately.

Of course, it's not too late now, haha."

Brother Tang Beng also chimed in repeatedly, almost praising Wu Xian to the heavens.

"Ahem, let's talk about business."

Wu Xian felt uncomfortable from all the flattery.

"What business? Entertaining our nephew is the most important business today," Tang Zhenghong said righteously. "As for scrolls, Little Xianzi will be fully in charge from now on. Your uncle here will just take a small share of the profits.

The main thing is to support your path as a Scroll Master. If you have any difficulties, just tell your uncle directly. All you need to do is focus on researching the Dao of scrolls."

Tang Beng then said, "There's a car show next week. We'll put optimus prime in the center position of our exhibition area, and I'll contact more media outlets.

Tsk tsk, I'm already looking forward to the reactions of our competitors and various media when optimus prime transforms."

Wu Xian was completely taken aback by the Tang Family's sincerity.

Good heavens, they were really treating him like a God of Wealth!

Or rather, was this the treatment a powerful Scroll Master should receive?

After some toasts, the cooperation was easily and happily settled. Wu Xian would take seventy percent of the profits, and the Tang Family would only take thirty percent, with the Tang Family providing the Materials.

"Speaking of which, how exactly did you conceive optimus prime, my dear brother?" Tang Beng asked, emboldened by the alcohol. "It truly dazzled my eyes, how can mechanical scrolls be done this way?"

"A sudden flash of inspiration, and it indeed took a lot of my effort to turn that concept into reality." Wu Xian chuckled, "In my opinion, the current overall theory of mechanical scrolls has reached a dead end, or rather, it has gone astray."

Upon hearing this, the Tang Family father and son were both surprised and doubtful.

If anyone else had said that, they would certainly have thought the person was overestimating himself, daring to question the theories that generations of Senior mechanical Scroll Masters had researched and perfected.

But Wu Xian was different; he had truly produced Heaven-Defying results.

"In my opinion, machines also have warmth and Soul."

This statement completely stunned the Tang Family father and son.

As an outsider, Tang Zhenghong naturally didn't understand at all. And Tang Beng, as an Apprentice Scroll Master, was equally confused, "Machines having warmth is understandable, but Soul...?"

"This warmth is not that warmth; it's a bit difficult to explain specifically," Wu Xian tried to organize his words. "It's like the sword in a swordsman's hand, they often pursue the Realm of man and sword as one.

It's the same with machines. If you always treat it as a tool, a machine, then it can only be a cold, lifeless machine.

Brother Tang, do you understand what I mean?"

Hearing this, Tang Beng's eyes flickered, and he fell into deep thought, as if he had gained some Comprehension Ability.

Tang Zhenghong, however, was impressed without fully understanding and continued to inquire about Wu Xian's life, "By the way, nephew, it's not good for you and the old man to keep living in the Shantytown. What kind of place would you like to live in? Your uncle will find you a property."

"I've actually been considering moving recently," Wu Xian's eyes moved slightly. "I heard that houses in the old North District are hard to get. Does uncle have any connections?"

"The North District?" Tang Zhenghong was slightly startled. "Properties there are indeed troublesome, but my Tang Family happens to have a property there. If you like it, nephew, I'll just give it to you."

"Ah? That's too much trouble. Let's just deduct it from the future profits; one thing is one thing."

"Why be so polite with your uncle?" Tang Zhenghong said, directly handing the key to Wu Xian and explaining the exact location of the house. "I'll have the butler send someone to clean and tidy it up right away."

As the saying goes, if you eat someone's food, you're indebted; if you take someone's hand, you're beholden.

Wu Xian didn't like owing others. "How about this, I'll leave Brother Tang an authorized original of optimus prime as a return gift. In the future, if Brother Tang has any insights, it will also make things much easier for me."

"That... that would truly be wonderful." Tang Zhenghong was so excited he was incoherent.

Upon hearing this, Tang Beng stood up even more excitedly, looking at Wu Xian as if he had met a long-lost brother.

And Wu Xian didn't shy away, drawing on the spot in front of Tang Beng.

From pigment mixing to the actual drawing, how much he could understand depended on Tang Beng's own Comprehension Ability.

At parting, Tang Beng held the authorized original of optimus prime as if it were a priceless treasure.

"Why are you still standing there? Drive Little Xianzi home!" Tang Zhenghong reminded him impatiently. "Oh, and nephew, Tiao Tiao is a bit mischievous. Please bear with her in the future."

"She's alright," Wu Xian said with a wry smile.

"Haha, it's good that you get along."

Tang Zhenghong laughed heartily, personally seeing Wu Xian into the car and watching him leave.

In the car, Tang Beng wasn't foolish. The more he looked at Wu Xian, the more affectionate he felt, but ultimately, such matters depended on fate.

The most he could do was go with the flow and assist.

Wu Xian curiously asked about Tang Tiao Tiao and learned that she had been engrossed in condensing her Soul divine scroll these past few days, seemingly determined not to give up until she succeeded.

Upon returning to the Shantytown, Tang Beng personally helped pack things.

"What's all this for?" the old man, who was lifting weights nearby, couldn't help but ask.

"Moving."

Wu Xian smiled slightly and explained the situation to the old man.

Soon after, the grandfather and grandson moved into the North District overnight.

It was an ordinary old-style small villa with a courtyard.

All the furniture and facilities inside had already been neatly arranged by the Tang Family's butler, ready for immediate occupancy.

After seeing Tang Beng off and looking around the unfamiliar yet cozy new home, Wu Xian felt a sense of accomplishment for the first time. "Grandpa, from now on, we are also noble city dwellers."

"A good house, as long as we didn't get a raw deal," the old man said with satisfaction. "It'll be convenient to play chess with Old Wang and the others later."

Since regaining some memories, the old man's mindset and perspective had clearly improved significantly.

Or rather, he had a clear understanding and concept of his grandson's identity as a Scroll Master.

"Come on, Xian'er, let's do a few sets of pre-sleep physical training."

"..."

Late at night, Wu Xian, exhausted from training with the old man, returned to his room.

As his Cultivation recovered, the old man's physical endurance became increasingly Heaven-Defying.

He posted various God of Wealth portraits from his old room in his new room, and the feeling immediately changed.

He habitually summoned the God of Wealth to worship for a while, then Cultivated through the night with the aid of the Laurel Tree and Spiritual Energy Amplification Fluid.

Early the next morning, looking at his unfamiliar new home, it felt like a dream.

A brand new life would begin here.

"A Natal divine scroll?"

His mind sank into the scroll imprint of the God of Wealth.

With a complete scroll concept, he could condense a divine scroll without the need for "spiritual essence" stimulation.