I'm so happy that my skill level just comes to me every day without me even lying down.
"We're rich! We're rich! This money is too easy to make!"
The dean stared in astonishment at the massive influx of funds every day.
Ling Tian laughed and said, "This is just the beginning. Chinatown is only just getting started. You know, capital is the most profitable thing. In Chinatown, we are the heads of capital, and every merchant is our worker."
The dean laughed heartily, thinking how satisfying it was to be a local tyrant.
"Money is meant to be spent, so don't be stingy. Use it freely for anything needed for cultivation."
Remember, maintaining power isn't about status, money, or connections like in the real world; it's about strength! Strength! And it's all about strength!
Ling Tian said with great enthusiasm.
The group of ghosts nodded, finding these words to be very reasonable.
So they dared not slack off and began to cultivate diligently.
Two months have passed in the blink of an eye.
After two months of preparation, Chinatown's reputation was fully established.
Even those from distant, somewhat eerie areas have heard of Chinatown's reputation and unique features.
"Is it really as mysterious as the rumors say? Can you break through your limits just by reading books, looking at paintings, and listening to music?"
"Of course it's true! I went and experienced it myself. If we weren't such good friends, I wouldn't have come back to tell you; I would have been there already. I'm only back now because of our relationship, to give you a hand!"
"But I can't just give up my shop here, can I?"
"Hey, why don't we just move them all over there? Lots of ghost shops moved there and caught the first wave of the trend, and now they're making a killing!"
"Let's do it! Let's take a gamble!"
With a determined bite, the strange creature took the shop with it to Chinatown.
Such scenes occur in various parts of the bizarre world.
This naturally attracted the attention of the local supernatural forces, but they knew that the supernatural world was about to undergo a sudden change, so they dared not act rashly at this critical moment and instead shared their strength to investigate it.
Let's focus on protecting our own little corner of the world first.
The safest approach is to wait until the strange world stabilizes before taking action, since many enemies of various factions are closely watching each other's every move.
At such a critical juncture, the slightest disturbance from an enemy could trigger a bloodbath between various factions.
......
Chinatown.
At this moment, Ling Tian was considering what to do next.
Two months of development have enabled him to acquire skills in many of his professions.
The number of patients treated reached: 240,000
Number of students: 70,000
Number of readers: 450,000
Number of viewers: 640,000
Number of followers: 210,000
This rate of improvement is incredibly fast; that's the benefit of developing the economy.
When you come to Chinatown and experience its eeriness, who wouldn't want to look at his books, his paintings, and his compositions?
That's why everyone comes here!
Books cannot spread as widely as songs, and the same goes for paintings.
As for his paintings... not everyone who looks strange becomes a fan, since there's always a loss of fans.
This is why the number of fans cannot compare to the number of viewers and readers.
Even so, Ling Tian was satisfied.
This is already very efficient.
With a few more months of development, I should be able to accumulate about one million skill points.
"Perfect timing, while the momentum is still strong, let's build our reputation... Let's organize a music festival!"
Ling Tian's eyes lit up.
Now is the best time for him to make a name for himself, and it's also his battle to become famous!
Become famous in the world of the supernatural!
myth!
In this way, if Weiwei sees his things, he will be able to associate them with him. Then who wouldn't offer him a cigarette if they saw him in the future?
Let's get right to it.
Ling Tian quickly instructed his subordinates to get things done.
Since this was their own territory, the entire Chinatown became lively.
Each of the strange beings sensed that something was about to happen and began to inquire.
"Brothers, what are you guys doing here?"
"Oh, our boss is planning to hold a music festival, which will officially start in three days."
"Music festival? Whose music festival?"
The strange creatures were completely bewildered.
"Who else could it be? Don't you guys listen to it every day?"
This eerie sneer.
"Ling Tian's? Really?"
After all, the song had Ling Tian's name on it, and as people who buy songs every day, they were naturally very familiar with it. Many of the strange creatures wanted to meet this song master.
"Of course it's true, and he is the boss of our Chinatown. So if you want to grab a front-row seat, you'd better come early, otherwise if you're far away in line, the experience might not be as good as being in the front."
This eerie revelation.
"Where can I buy tickets? I want front-row seats!"
The monsters were excited. They didn't want to miss this opportunity, and if they bought more tickets, they could scalp the difference and make a fortune.
With Ling Tian's current reputation, they don't believe this ticket won't sell!
"Tickets? What tickets? There are no tickets for the music festival, you can come if you want. Anyway, I need to move my things, make way."
Ling Tian's purpose in organizing the music festival was not to make money, but to create a buzz, gain fans, and build his reputation.
This eerie creature stopped chatting, pushed through the group of eerie creatures, leaving behind a group of shocked creatures.
"They're not selling tickets?!"
They were quite surprised, but since they couldn't make a profit from the price difference, they had no choice but to call on their friends to come and grab a front-row seat.
Soon, news began to circulate that Chinatown was going to host a music festival.
At first, they weren't interested in many of the strange things, but when they heard that it was a music festival organized by the big boss Ling Tian, they all rushed to Chinatown without stopping.
During this period, the tracks produced and sold by Ling Tian have circulated to many places in the supernatural world.
Therefore, as soon as the news was released, many fans came from far and wide, eager to catch a glimpse of Ling Tian's face, or at the very least, to hear his music live.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Chinatown is already rife with ghosts; there are just too many strange occurrences.
Ling Tian was also surprised to see the packed scene outside. Judging from the number of his fans, there shouldn't be this many strange things.
However, a rough estimate from outside sources suggests that the amount involved is at least over a million strange things.
Fortunately, although Chinatown is a street, it covers a vast area and can be considered a city. It is just named after the street that runs through the city.
Looking at the bizarre and strange scenery outside, Ling Tian's eyes burned with fervor.
These are all his 'fans'!
The more cunning the better, he'd rather not have too many!
Just in time, his second skill as the Ghost Saint Composer was activated, which would be a good opportunity to boost his strength.
Meanwhile, on the other side...
Susan led a group of second-generation rich kids to explore all the facilities in Chinatown.
"Thank you for the invitation, Brother Wujiu. We have heard of your great name recently, but we never expected you to organize such a grand festival."
A group of thugs were chatting idly.
They were all invited by the Umbrella, after all, in the Umbrella's eyes, their families could help Ling Tian in the future.
So inviting them over first helps to get to know them better and build rapport, making future interactions much easier and saving some trouble.
"Not at all. I invited you here because I haven't forgotten what you asked me to do before."
Fan Wujiu smiled, his eyes gleaming.
He understood social etiquette; rather than letting his husband take the initiative to solve their health problems, he preferred to let these second-generation rich kids bring it up themselves.
"Does Brother Wujiu mean that the Master has agreed to treat our illnesses?"
The second-generation rich kids' eyes lit up.
"Ahem... Of course not, the master doesn't know about this yet. But with my help, you can ask the master for help again, and he should agree out of respect for me."
Fan Wujiu said seriously.
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