Chapter 66: The Wooden Old Man of Luliu Street

  The interior decoration of the hut is as simple and elegant as its exterior, exuding a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

  "This is an elegant and refined old man!" Sun Yan secretly evaluated him like this.

  Look at this old man really preparing to review that little movie, Sun Yan hurriedly said: "Old man, don't you have any other movies? This one is enough to watch once."

  "Old man?"

  The old man was taken aback by the words, couldn't help but smile, as if he found this title quite refreshing. "Little friend, my surname is Mu, Mu of Double Wood Forest, you can call me Grandpa Mu."

  He said, "This is the latest masterpiece of the best newcomer in the adult industry. Look at this artist's figure, her breasts, those thighs, and that sweet smile - even if you watch it ten times, you won't get tired of it. Young man, you need to learn to appreciate the true essence of art!"

  Look at the old wooden head with a profound scholar's demeanor, Sun Yan disdainfully curled his lips and said: "The best newcomer in the industry? This kind of best newcomer appears tens of thousands of times a year throughout the Odin star domain, it's just a packaging gimmick. Small movies, not the latest ones are always the most enjoyable to watch. Classics will never go out of style."

  As if his reverse scales had been touched, Old Wood almost jumped up, changing his gentle attitude, puffing out his beard and glaring: "Classic? At your age, what do you know about classics?"

  Sun Yan raised his head, with an air of being the only one in heaven and earth, who absolutely knows everything about micro-movies.

  "In my opinion, the origin of erotic art can be traced back to ancient times on earth, when a group of extremely beautiful artists emerged in the East, such as gentle and pure, yet fierce and unmatched stewardesses..."

  Sun Yan had just started speaking fluently when he was interrupted by Mu Lao, "Wait a minute, young man, who is this flight attendant sister you're talking about? What are her works?"

  In an instant, the room fell silent. Sun Yan looked at Mu Lao sternly, his gaze like that of a strict teacher staring at his most disappointing student.

  The old man's face turned awkward, but he stubbornly said: "From ancient times to the present, with so many artists, how could I possibly know them all?"

  "Okay, during that time there were many representatives, for example the so-called goddess of the industry, Feng Mei Mei, her debut work is considered a classic, and also F-cup's cheerleader, Bu Gong Zhu and others..."

  Sun Yan said dozens of names, extensively citing and referencing classics, all in one breath without pause. He then sighed: "In that era, it was truly a hundred schools of thought contending, now the so-called best newcomers compared to them are like sparrows and phoenixes, how can they be mentioned on the same day?"

  On the side, the old man was like listening to heavenly books, with his eyes wide open and his tongue tied, confused and unaware of what was going on. He only had a vague impression of one or two of these artists' names, while the others were completely unheard of.

  Looking at the wooden old man's stupid expression, Sun Yan couldn't help but curl his lip in disdain. He thought to himself, "At such an advanced age, he's still just a rookie." Sighing, he wondered why he had bothered to take this rookie seriously.

  Sun Yan sighed again and said, "These haven't been heard of yet, I'll mention one more person, Mu Lao Tou you should have an impression of. Known as Mr. Lan who never recognized in his life, even after viewing millions of films it would be in vain, this art pioneer's work, you must have a collection, right?"

  "A lifetime without knowing Mr. Lan, reading a thousand pieces is also in vain?"

  The old man was shocked and exclaimed: "What kind of goddess is this woman? She's so overbearing."

  Sun Yan shook his head and sighed, stood up with a wave of his sleeve, and said lightly: "Watching movies without watching classics, only looking at these dregs, what's the use? It's really like trying to describe ice to an insect in summer, old wooden head, goodbye!"

  As he spoke, Sun Yan wanted to leave immediately. He deeply felt that Mu Lao Tou was a rotten wood and could not be carved, it's best to never see him again.

  "Wait, don't go, little friend. Little buddy, you can't leave!"

  Sun Yan turned around and walked away, Old Mo suddenly became anxious, grasped Sun Yan's clothes corner, his face red and neck thick, shouting: "Little friend, words are not credible. You should at least take out one (book), let's appreciate it together, otherwise, just talking nonsense, showing off eloquence, what's the point?"

  Sun Yan slightly furrowed his brow, looking down at the old man from a superior position. After a moment of silence, he said, "Alright, I'll let you be convinced."

  He took out a thumb-sized chip from his pocket, which was specially made by Mu Tong, and as a professional, Sun Yan always carried some "research materials" with him.

  "These are a few of Maple Goddess's masterpieces, after you read them, you will understand what classics are."

  The old man took the chip with a mixture of trust and doubt, inserted it into the player, and after just three minutes, he was shaking all over, his face flushed red, as if he had drunk 100 kilograms of strong liquor, stumbling around.

  "What a masterpiece!" Old Man Mu exclaimed in admiration.

  Right after that, the old man paused the player. Under Sun Yan's puzzled gaze, he stroked his beard and smiled: "To appreciate such classic art, of course, one must brew a pot of good tea. Young friend, please wait!"

  A moment later, the old man brought up two cups of tea. The color was a deep green, like that of scallions, and at first glance it seemed as if there was a thin layer of mist surrounding them, so that one couldn't even see the bottom of the cup. A wisp of faint fragrance wafted out, and smelling it made one's mind clear and one's thoughts suddenly become lucid.

  "What kind of tea is this?"

  The old man smiled and said: "This is Wu Dao tea. To appreciate such a fine work, one must of course drink this tea to further understand the true meaning of art."

  After taking a sip, the tea water went down his throat smoothly. In an instant, Sun Yan felt a refreshing coolness spreading throughout his body, as if his whole body had been groomed, feeling refreshed and invigorated all over, with his thoughts clear like a cloudless sky and sharp as a mirror.

  "Good tea, it's really good tea!" Sun Yan repeatedly praised.

  Although he doesn't know anything about tea ceremony, Sun Yan can still appreciate it, and this cup of Wu Dao tea is definitely worth a lot.

  The old man smiled and said: "It's good if you like it, it's good if you like it. By the way, what is your surname?"

  "My name is Sun Yan."

  "Oh, Sun Yan, what a great name! I'll take the liberty of calling you Little Brother Sun!"

  "There, there, old fellow, you're too polite."

  Wearing a Taoist robe, watching a short film, Mu Lao Tou and Sun Yan quickly became familiar with each other, soon calling each other brothers, as if they had known each other for years.

  After watching a movie, the old man was thoroughly convinced and sighed: "At dawn, I heard the Tao, and at dusk, I can die! I've collected so many works, but they're not as good as the few works in this chip of yours, young Sun! Alas, it's all been for nothing!"

  Patted on the shoulder of Mu Lao, Sun Yan comforted: "It's okay, Mu Ge, there's still a long way to go. I have many collections at my place, and in the future, we can appreciate them together."

  "Really."

  The old man was overjoyed and grabbed Sun Yan's wrist, saying "Sun little brother, you must keep your word, I'm dead serious."

  "Ah, fellow enthusiasts should exchange ideas with each other, that's how we can make progress together!" Sun Yan patted his chest in guarantee.

  The old man laughed loudly and repeatedly said, "That's right, that's absolutely right. Most people in the world are self-righteous, if everyone were like Brother Sun, I wouldn't be here today, only then would I know what a classic is."

  "Since Brother Mu likes it so much, then this chip will be considered a gift from me to celebrate our meeting."

  Upon hearing this, Old Wood was overjoyed, "How can that be, how can that be?!" As he spoke, however, he had no intention of returning the chip.

  After chatting for a few more sentences, the light brain in Sun Yan's pocket suddenly vibrated. He took out the "Emperor Wind Student Handbook", this miniature light brain could also be used as a communication device.

  Looking at the light brain screen, a message popped up: "Come quickly to the Science and Technology Institute, 30 credits, it's settled!"

  30 credits!

  Sun Yan immediately stood up, what he needed most now was credits.

  "Old Wang, I have something on, I'll come over again tonight and bring you a few good pieces then."

  "Huh, leaving so soon? Sun Xiaodi, you must come back tonight!" Old Man Mu reminded him repeatedly.

  Sun Yan repeatedly agreed and then slipped out of the door.

  Looking at the young man's back as he ran away, Old Wood chuckled and said: "What an interesting little guy!" He opened the light brain on the table, input a string of commands, and soon a page of information appeared on the screen.

  "Huh, he lives at 4444 Luli Street?" The old man showed a hint of surprise, remained silent for a moment, took a sip of tea, shut down the light brain, and continued to indulge in the movie.

  ……

  Coming out of Old Man Mu's residence, Sun Wen rushed to the Academy of Sciences and bumped into Mu Tong in the square.

  "30 credits, how can I get them? Wooden bucket, tell me quickly." Sun Yan asked anxiously.

  "Look at you, so anxious. Others might think you have ulterior motives towards men! Brother, calm down, there will be bread and there will be credits."

  "Damn it, you little brat is teasing me!" Sun Yan's eyes widened, exuding a fierce aura.

  "Alright, alright, I'll tell you." Mu Tong decided not to keep her in suspense.

  After listening to Mu Tong's account, Sun Yan finally understood, but he still had some doubts.

  "Gene Fluid Research Association? Just by joining this association, there are 30 credits?" Sun Yan was very skeptical, "Mù Tǒng, did you make a mistake."

  Mu Tong flipped his eyes white and said: "How did I go wrong? As a martial artist, don't you know the importance of genetic original liquid?"

  "Of course I know this."

  In today's society, if there is one profession whose practitioners can rival the status of warriors, or even surpass them, it is the mixing masters.

  Formulator, also known as gene essence researcher, is a research personnel engaged in the formulation of gene essence.

  Entering the era of interstellar navigation, the Earth Union only came into contact with the field of gene fluid after joining the humanoid alliance, which also made human progress in all aspects take a leap.

  Gene Fluids are divided into five categories: Repair Agents, Nutrient Agents, Enhancement Agents, Transformation Agents and Rare Original Potions.

  The use of gene original liquid is very wide, and the repair liquid has been popularized to medical purposes. Many severely injured patients can be pulled back from the gates of hell with a 10ml bottle of H-level repair liquid.

  As for nutrient solution being able to quickly replenish and store the energy needed by the human body, it is a must-have item for interstellar travel and exploration.

  For warriors, high-level strengthening liquids and modification liquids are things that many warriors dream of. Strengthening liquids can consolidate the foundation and cultivate the origin, which is very beneficial for internal yuan cultivation, while high-level modification liquids can even improve some defects in the human body.

  The rank of Gene Fluids ranges from H, the lowest, to SSS, the highest, and is divided into 11 ranks.

  Most of the circulating ones are H-level gene fluids. A bottle of G-level gene fluid is sold for more than 100,000 credits, and as for F-level or E-level gene fluids, they are often unaffordable and cannot be bought even if you want to.

  As a result, the alchemists who are engaged in the study of genetic elixirs have an extremely high social status. The social status of a senior alchemist is even higher than that of a tenth-grade martial arts master.