As evening approached and the sun set in the west, Wang Xiaoqiang sat on the balcony with a glass of red wine in his hand. While savoring it, he gazed at the vast sea in the distance and suddenly recalled a line of poetry, "Facing the sea, with spring blossoms."

Ha ha, who would have thought I would live by the seaside, that I would face the sea, and that I too would be amidst spring blossoms!

Twenty-year-old Wang Xiaoqiang was also brimming with youthful pride at this moment.

Before going to bed that night, Wang Xiaoqiang had practiced his Qi Guiding Technique, feeling that he had made considerable progress. Excited, he stood on the balcony and launched a Spiritual Energy Long Spear at the sea under the night sky. The spear was as thick as an adult's arm and as long as a thigh. Though its outline was somewhat blurry, it already bore some semblance of form. He believed that after mastering the Qi Guiding Technique to a greater extent and concentrating on it further, it would look more convincing.

The Spiritual Energy Long Spear shot toward the sea swiftly, and about seventy meters out, it exploded upon the surface, blasting the water into waves over two meters high.

Hearing this noise, several households along the seafront immediately went to their windows in alarm, murmuring, "What kind of big fish could that be?"

"Oh, crap, could it be a Sea Beast!?"

Wang Xiaoqiang was also astounded, but what amazed him was his own Qi Guiding Technique, which had wielded the Aura of Geng Metal with such terrifying power, almost like a rocket launcher.

The next day.

Melian invited Wang Xiaoqiang over for breakfast. Knowing that he had just arrived and probably had no means to cook, she felt that as a neighbor, she should offer some help.

Wang Xiaoqiang didn't hesitate and had breakfast at Melian's place. The breakfast she prepared was very good—boiled eggs, milk, and toast—all of which were Wang Xiaoqiang's favorites. Moreover, eating with Melian and her beautiful daughter Kelly, Wang Xiaoqiang found his appetite greatly increased—it was indeed a feast for the eyes!

That day, when Rolando was delivering vegetables to the Allen Grand Hotel, a misunderstanding occurred. Since the vegetables were Wang Xiaoqiang's, the head chef Walkerford personally came out to receive the goods. Seeing that there were also good-looking eggs in Rolando's vehicle, Walkerford assumed they were part of the delivery. However, these eggs were not included in the contract. Walkerford took one to try, and was immediately stunned by how delicious it was, and thus wanted to keep the eggs. Rolando was unsure whether the eggs were for the Allen Grand Hotel and said nothing. When Wang Xiaoqiang arrived at the hotel and saw no eggs, he asked about them.

Rolando said that Walkerford had taken them.

"Nonsense..." Wang Xiaoqiang muttered and went to find Walkerford to get the eggs back.

That's when Walkerford realized that the eggs were not meant for their hotel and regretfully said, "Mr. Wang, your eggs are excellent. Let me pay you more for them..."

"No, no, I've already discussed these eggs with a buyer, and I must keep my word... If your hotel wants to buy, I'll bring you some more, but they'll be much more expensive than the vegetables..."

"No problem, Mr. Wang, the price is negotiable, bring as many as you have..." Walkerford assured him by patting his chest.

"Alright, I'll have someone bring them... But there won't be too many," Wang Xiaoqiang retrieved the eggs and sent Rolando back to the farm to get more eggs for the Allen Hotel.

Wang Xiaoqiang took this batch of eggs to Melian's place. Melian bought some, pricing them at five hundred US dollars each. Then she phoned her friends in her circle to come and pick up the eggs. So, that afternoon, Melian's house became lively with a crowd of sculptors—five men and four women, Black and White... Seeing these people from different countries, Wang Xiaoqiang thought to himself indeed, art knows no borders or skin colors.

In the end, they all bought Wang Xiaoqiang's batch of one thousand eggs at Melian's price of five hundred US dollars each. Effortlessly, Wang Xiaoqiang had another half a million US dollars in his account.

"This young man is quite interesting!" That was the comment from William, the most famous sculptor in Italy. Not just William, but the other eight sculptors, both impressed and intrigued, were eager to know how Wang Xiaoqiang had produced these glowing eggs. Thereupon, William extended an invitation, "Esteemed Mr. Wang, next Sunday, I am hosting a sculpture art exchange in Los Angeles, and I hope you can attend..."

Wang Xiaoqiang was not interested in art, and naturally not that keen on art circles. After all, his unusual presence might seem out of place there, but it would be utterly discourteous to decline such an invitation, especially when Melian said, "Wang, you should go, and I'll accompany you..."

"Alright," Wang Xiaoqiang agreed.

That night, Wang Xiaoqiang returned to the farm and ate the dinner that Mikoer had prepared. The first thing he did was check on the eggs. Since they sold so well and fetched a good price, they obviously warranted his attention. Fortunately, there were still some left, about three hundred or more. Wang Xiaoqiang immediately took them to the hatchery for incubation. Next, he was going to focus on hatching chicks to expand the scale of the Chicken Farm and the Vegetable Base...

After using the Fire Element Spiritual Energy to hatch the chicks, Wang Xiaoqiang returned to the main bedroom of the villa. The lights were dim in the room, and under a desk lamp, Mikoer wore a red summer dress, with a T-string underneath,

"Wang, what kept you? You really took your time, and I was about to come find you..." Mikoer said, looking forward expectantly.

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