louisehourcade Chapter 156 Boss, are you satisfied with this piece of charcoal?
Chapter 156 Boss, are you satisfied with this piece of charcoal?
With the "perpetual motion battery" formed from the ancient dragon soul neatly in place, the construction of [Tiangong Kaiwu Workshop] officially entered a period of rapid development.
Under the direction of Master Mu, this "god-level engineer," a group of "construction workers" with a profound and divine aura erupted with a labor enthusiasm that could transform the world.
Saga waved his hand, and the "Other Dimension" opened. The mountain-sized "Starry Black Gold" was precisely cut and then spanned space, fitting together seamlessly to form the furnace wall and outer wall of the "Kaiwu Workshop".
Camus's fingertips swirled with cold air as he exhaled a breath of "absolute zero," rapidly cooling and solidifying the "Starry Black Gold," which had just been cut and still radiated the intense heat of the interior of a star.
Master Mu himself unleashed his full mental power, transforming his boundless will into countless invisible giant hands that perfectly wove and blended the branches of the World Tree with the black gold furnace walls of the stars in a way that distorted reality, constructing profound and mysterious energy circuits.
The mercenary gardeners weren't idle either; they took on the most basic yet most arduous physical labor.
Digging soil, moving bricks, and "Nine Heavens Breath Soil".
The entire courtyard was filled with the sounds of clanging and jingling, as if divine light and dust were flying together, brimming with the creative power of creation that seemed to open the heavens and create the world.
Lin Fan, as the chief designer and head of this "myth project," delivered a brief "mobilization speech" and personally "screwed in the battery" before completely freeing himself.
He contentedly moved a deck chair over and sat down at the gate of the courtyard.
Brew a cup of hot tea and unfold a newspaper.
He began the most sacred and solemn task of his day—sunbathing.
Yes, that's the demeanor a qualified boss should have.
The greatest contribution is simply assigning tasks and waiting for the results to be verified.
In the alley, people come and go, and the sounds of bicycle bells and vendors' cries intertwine.
The neighbors watched the astonishing commotion in Lin Fan's yard, whispering among themselves, full of suspicion.
"Hey, what's Lin doing? Tearing the yard down and rebuilding it?"
"Judging from the setup, it doesn't look like that. With all that cutting and smelting, it looks more like they're building... a steel mill?"
"Nonsense! Building a factory in a hutong within the Second Ring Road? Wouldn't environmentalists trample their doorsteps flat?"
"You don't know anything!" a well-informed middle-aged woman said in a low, mysterious voice, "Is Mr. Lin an ordinary person? Let me tell you, I saw it with my own eyes yesterday. His yard was lit up with golden light for half the night, like a divine intervention! And this morning, Old Wang next door, wow, he's like a completely different person!"
"Old Wang? You mean that old man Wang whose back is so bad he can barely straighten up? What happened to him?"
"You didn't see it! Yesterday he was a frail seventy-year-old man, but this morning when I saw him go out to buy groceries, wow, he's transformed into a strong young man in his thirties or forties!"
The older woman became more and more agitated as she spoke, spitting everywhere.
"His hair was jet black and glossy! His posture was so straight! His energy was even greater than our eldest son's!"
"No way? That's so weird!"
"Why would I lie to you! Several people in the alley saw it! They all said they were rejuvenated after absorbing Mr. Lin's 'divine energy'!"
These words immediately caused an uproar throughout the alley.
In an instant, all the gazes directed at Lin Fan and his recliner took on a different meaning.
In those eyes, there was a mixture of awe, curiosity, and a trace of... an undisguised longing.
Meanwhile, at the other center of the storm of discussion, Grandpa Wang, who has just "rejuvenated," is currently experiencing the sweetest trouble of his seventy years of life.
He walked through the alley carrying his vegetable basket, feeling like a monkey that had just arrived at the zoo, being scrutinized from head to toe, which felt like being pricked with needles.
From the moment he left home in the morning, he became the absolute focus of the entire alley.
The neighbors who usually greeted him politely as "Uncle Wang" all stared wide-eyed at him today, marveling at his appearance.
"Brother Wang! Is that really you? I thought it was your nephew who came back from out of town!"
"Brother Wang, what kind of magic pill did you take? Could you show me the way?"
What made his scalp tingle even more was the group of middle-aged women who usually gathered in the alley to dance in the square.
In the past, they viewed Old Wang as an old man who was nearing the end of his life.
But today, the way they looked at Old Wang was... like wolves and tigers.
"Wow, Lao Wang, your skin...did you get a full facelift in Korea? The results are amazing!"
"Get lost! What facelift? Old Wang's got a second spring! Look at his physique, his complexion, he's so much stronger than that deadbeat old man of mine!"
Aunt Zhang, who usually had a good relationship with Lao Wang, subtly moved closer to him as she spoke, her eyes practically radiating an unspoken message.
Even the newly minted "pretty widow" matchmaker, Li, changed her usual aloofness when she saw Old Wang today, and took the initiative to greet him with flirtatious eyes and a sweet voice.
"Brother Wang, are you free tonight? I've learned a few new nourishing dishes and would like to invite you... to come and try them?"
Old Wang was completely overwhelmed by this barrage of attacks.
Having lived for over seventy years, this was the first time he had ever experienced being surrounded by a group of middle-aged women and widows as if they were a "top-tier young heartthrob."
This feeling is more tiring than when he was young and fought in underground boxing matches for a whole day and night.
He had no choice but to flee in panic, almost running back to his house, slamming the gate shut and bolting it tightly.
Old Wang leaned against the door, panting heavily.
He looked at his face in the mirror, which looked at least thirty years younger, and gave a wry smile.
What kind of situation is this?
He knew perfectly well that the root of all this lay with the young man next door, Lin Fan, who was leisurely sunbathing.
It was that "divine melon" that Mr. Lin casually bestowed upon him that caused a dramatic reversal in his life trajectory.
He could never repay this debt of gratitude in his lifetime.
He pondered for a moment, then turned and went into the room, where he pulled out a sandalwood box that he had treasured for decades from under the bed.
The box was opened, and inside lay a fist-sized, charred black object that resembled neither stone nor wood.
He had obtained this item in his youth by trading half a steamed bun for it from a mad Taoist priest who was nearly starving to death.
The Taoist priest was talking nonsense, saying that this was the heartwood of "lightning-struck wood," and that it was "Nine-Turn Thunder Heart Wood," formed after being struck nine times by "Nine Heavens Divine Thunder." He claimed it was the most yang and strongest material in the world, capable of warding off all evil and suppressing all demons.
Old Wang initially dismissed it as nonsense, but seeing that the item was indeed extraordinary, he has kept it ever since.
Now, he felt it was time to give this only thing he could call a "treasure" to Mr. Lin.
He was well aware that, in the eyes of someone like Mr. Lin, this so-called "Nine-Turn Thunder Heart Wood" was most likely... just a piece of charcoal that burned relatively slowly.
But this was all he had in mind.
Old Wang, holding the box, solemnly straightened his clothes, pushed open the courtyard gate again, and walked towards the courtyard that had changed his destiny.