The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul
Chapter 290 - 289. Landscape painting delivered

Chapter 290: 289. Landscape painting delivered

He definitely didn’t want his boss to focus on feuding with other streamers.

Tang Shu, recalling the somewhat unpleasant experience of the last time they co-streamed, agreed with him.

"Then do your best. Are you encountering any difficulties? Do you need Xiao Li to help you?"

"No need to trouble him. I’ve already worked on a mini-program last time; this time, I just need to modify some settings and add them to the mini-program."

"So, will that mini-program soon have a 2.0 version?"

Tang Shu was rarely up to date with such things.

"Yes!"

***

Capital City, in an ancient-style siheyuan.

"Knock knock—"

Following the knock, an elderly man strolling in the courtyard with his bird leisurely made his way to the solid red gate.

"Creeeak—"

As the old wooden door let out a dull sound, the old man saw a young man in a work uniform outside.

"Hello, sir. May I ask if Little Painting Expert is here?"

The local delivery guy offered a smile, holding a rectangular cardboard box tightly wrapped, with a delivery slip neatly stuck on top.

Upon hearing that name, the old man’s brow furrowed instantly.

"What Little Painting Expert? There’s no one here by that name."

"Huh? But... the address clearly says it’s here."

The delivery guy was momentarily stunned, then pulled out his phone and dialed the number shown on the slip.

"Old man, hold on for a sec. I’ll make a call to confirm."

"Sure, young man, you go ahead and make your call."

The call was quickly connected.

"Hello, am I speaking with Little Painting Expert? I have a local delivery for you, um... the address is... yes, that’s right!"

Soon after, the delivery guy hung up the phone, his face regaining a smile.

"Sir, I’m at the right place; it’s here!"

"That can’t be, no one here goes by that name..."

"Grandpa! That package is mine!"

Before the old man could finish, a somewhat childish voice came from behind him.

"Yours? How can it be yours? I know my grandson’s name, don’t I?"

"Oh dear—Gramps, you really should get online more often. Little Painting Expert is my screen name in the streaming room. That package is mine."

The young boy looked to be about thirteen or fourteen, politely signing his name on the delivery slip and then nodding at the delivery guy as he carried the rectangular box toward the inner room.

"Grandpa, I’ll not talk now; my treasure has arrived!"

"You rascal! All you know is to surf the net, watching those demon and ghost streams. You’d be better off reading more books with that time."

"Got it, Grandpa!"

"Got what? It looks to me like you haven’t taken any of this in at all!"

The old man, annoyed, hung the birdcage on a tree branch and, feeling a bit uneasy, decided to follow into the house.

"I need to see what this ’treasure’ you keep talking about really is."

What treasure, anyway? The things bought from those online streams, could there be any treasure?

He often heard from the neighbors that those items were mostly scams.

As the old man walked into the room, he saw his grandson, who could hardly sit still, carefully slicing the tape on the cardboard box with a knife.

Every move was cautious, fearing that too much force might damage the contents inside.