Chapter 55: Chapter 48: Slaughter Angels
Returning to the street, we arrived at the pharmacy we had first visited.
The Second-in-Command, Baiyu, remained silent.
Li Mo and the new accountant, Liu Mei, were also deeply moved, infected by the dialogue between the leaders, not daring to make a sound.
In contrast, Little Loudspeaker looked delighted, giving a thumbs up, carefree and cheerful, "Brother Fu, this watch is amazing. In a year, we will definitely be the richest in Du Guan Town!"
"It won’t take a year."
Fu Qingjun pondered, directly pulled out a black bag, and dumped fifty watches on the table, "I got hold of a supply line from somewhere, mass-producing clocks. Money is literally coming in by the sackful."
He wasn’t exaggerating.
Normally, if someone traveled back a hundred years, even if they had modern knowledge, making money would definitely not be easy.
And for himself?
He had his own production line and was actually collecting money with sacks.
Of course, that’s easier said than done.
But he didn’t dare show off too much, lest he incite jealousy among the bigwigs.
After all, this world, every place has its factions, clans, and lords, ruling for generations.
Even when they left the country and came to this new land, the citizens of these territories were brought over by the clans on a big ship... The previous trio was clearly of clan origin, serving as the decision-making layer, with intellectuals and military forces, guarding their territories.
This world has a strict class system, still following that of the Yin Dynasty’s noble clans, and if they want to deal with you, as a commoner in their land, they’ll always find a reason.
If they really wanted to deal with him, he had too many secrets.
He couldn’t keep them hidden.
Fu Qingjun took a deep breath.
"Sigh! Brother Fu, since we’re so wealthy, can you give me a raise?" Little Loudspeaker asked excitedly.
"I can’t give you a raise just yet," Fu Qingjun shook his head, "and you need to stay by my side, relay some messages downstairs when needed, just like before."
Little Loudspeaker immediately felt unhappy, "I don’t want to stay downstairs at the noodle shop, it’s too boring."
"Not for long, maybe about a month," Fu Qingjun thought.
Little Loudspeaker firmly shook her head, this time not compromising, "No! I just want a raise."
Fu Qingjun was silent for a moment, then tested, "How about this, we both take a step back. I won’t give you a raise, and you won’t mention not staying by my side, how about it?"
She tilted her head and thought seriously, "Okay, we’ll each take a step back."
This person is hopeless.
Fu Qingjun ignored her, planning to probe her mind later, and turned to Baiyu, who had calmed down, "How many assets do we have left?"
"A restaurant, a pharmacy, a fabric store, and a nightclub," Baiyu responded.
It sounded like a lot.
But in reality, they could no longer support the dozens of brothers under them.
Fu Qingjun said, "Turn the fabric store into a clock store, sell clocks as well, have the brothers advertise a bit, this stuff will sell, you manage the brothers, get them organized, and no more fighting."
"Alright," he nodded, obviously a man of few words.
Fu Qingjun looked at Li Mo beside him, "You have a head for business, you oversee the shop, since it’s a fabric store, make exquisite packaging for the clocks, the more beautiful, the better... Liu Mei, you’re in charge of accounting."
"Okay," Li Mo looked excited, as if envisioning a booming business.
Fu Qingjun trusted Li Mo.
His intuition was sharp. Though martial arts experts could hide their intentions, he could always sense whether an ordinary person had goodwill.
Moreover, even if he misjudged, where could she run to?
After all, his mass-produced clocks were not rare items, just some steel and metal, easily acquired.
"Also, we need to establish our own brand, Miao Chun Hall."
Though Fu Qingjun found the gang’s name unimpressive, he couldn’t change it, as it was their belief, "We’ll make some business cards, introduce a VIP system, set up consumption levels..."
Fu Qingjun spent most of the day talking about this.
Teaching martial artists, who were used to showing off their strength and competing fiercely, to be businessmen wasn’t easy, even for someone like Li Mo, an eager learner from a poor background who had never actually done business before.
And after setting it up, he wanted to be a hands-off boss.
Money meant expanding his network, gathering intelligence, attracting talent, all leading to the larger development of his genetic research lab.
...
...
In the evening, as he returned, he gazed at the sunset outside the window, the clear sky unobstructed.
His mood was uplifted, feeling as if day-to-day life was finally starting to improve,
"After dealing with the third leader from the Fish Clan, I’ve finally settled with the Second-in-Command, too."
"From now on, I won’t have to eat plain boiled rice anymore, not a single vegetable or oil, and can openly go downstairs to the noodle shop to eat." He felt invigorated.
Over the few days since arriving in this world, he had been hiding and living ascetically, with poor nutrition causing his legs to go weak, as if the inspired ideas in his mind had become thin.
"Now, the meals were finally improved."
Fu Qingjun ate five bowls of noodles with rich meat and fish sauce at the noodle shop, feeling like his belly was completely satisfied with richness.
"This feels fantastic."
Returning home, he sat on a chair and glanced at the pile of ancient architecture on the nearby desk, along with the remains left by Qin Hong.
"Still alright." He habitually reconnected to the "internet," and soon Qin Hong was able to enter the "Divine Demon Night Banquet."
Meanwhile, he also checked on the ruins exploration on the other side, and at first glance, Fu Qingjun was stunned.
The entire kingdom had encountered an unimaginable crisis.
Cockroaches.
Cockroaches everywhere.
These are some special twisted variant cockroaches, as if from the depths of another realm, incredibly bizarre, attacking the ants on the ground in large numbers.
Just a short outing, and instantly seventy to eighty percent of the ants were dead.
"My seven times speed ant play blast army can’t handle these cockroaches?" Fu Qingjun was stunned, "Why are there so many cockroaches in my house?"
My production line is ruined just like that?
He felt like he was going to cough up blood!
The shop is already open, and now this....
If only he hadn’t been so frugal.
He should have divided them into two civilizations, a risky exploration team and a safe manufacturing factory.
Placing the manufacturing factory here, where it’s extremely safe, wouldn’t that be better?
He even let them act as a vanguard, and now there’s trouble...
Fu Qingjun was a bit regretful but truly didn’t expect things to happen so quickly, "Still have to figure something out, to save these ants.... A new species release is the only way, that’s it..."
Suddenly, he looked towards the sandbox beside him, and noticed a stubborn bald girl, "It’s time for a transmigration attempt, not asking for you to be strong, just borrow seeds, populate the species, and die afterward."
...
...
[Do you understand the meaning of living?]
After seeing countless words of death again, Qin Hong finally completed a relatively perfect new stage creature.
The previous fusions were all random.
But now, she has learned to fine-tune and control the dominant expression of certain genetic organs.
A strange creature with a duck head and human body appeared in front of her: mutant ant genes 76%, duck genes 24%
With a duck bill, sharp eyes, her entire head seemed covered with a black shell helmet, like a black angel in armor.
Elegantly popular physique, behind a pair of clawed arms, was a pair of large white feathered wings.
Clearly, she had transformed two of her limbs into a pair of wings.
"I succeeded!"
She laughed wildly, beginning to attempt control over this exotic beast’s flight; after numerous crashes, she faintly grasped the flying technique.
"This is the feeling of flight!"
She felt the wind roar past her ears, soaring in mid-air, "I can actually fly, something even martial artists can’t do, only the mechanical giant birds of the sky can, yet I already...."
She was extremely happy, holding a wooden spear, flying in the sky like an eagle, constantly diving down and piercing the prey on the ground.
[21/100]
The numbers kept rising.
Ultimately, as her kill count increased, the number reached one hundred.
"I succeeded, power, I felt power!" Although not in reality, it still delighted her, this bullied weakling, she shouted,
"Become a strong person, dominate my life, this is the meaning of living!"
A piece of text information slowly passed across the corner of her eye...
[The Night Banquet of Rebirth is starting its first life]
Boom!!
Countless Yellow Springs fog enveloped.
An ancient figure overlooked below, with cold eyes, seemingly devoid of any emotion, sometimes manic, sometimes frenzied, speaking words not meant for living beings:
"Do you wish to understand the meaning of living?"
Her vision suddenly turned black.
Is she passing the test now, and then what?
Could it be that previously she was choosing her reincarnation race in the Underworld, and now finally being reincarnated?
"What a magnificent power this is!"
"That great Yellow Springs divine demon traversing endless worlds." She exclaimed, with sparkling eyes,
"In the dark, I become mysterious, extraordinary, gradually getting stronger, maybe the entire Du Guan Town will be mine in the future, against mere major gangs."
She previously resented the injustice of her birth, inherently weak, impoverished family, heaven showed her no favor at all, but now, she could choose her identity and race, and reincarnate?
It’s truly wonderful!
"This time should only be a temporary life." She had this feeling.
In the blink of an eye, it seemed she came to a miserable tribal kingdom.
All around were cries and slaughter.
"We’re done for!"
"Those damned variants, our king killed one before, who knew they would bear such a grudge, attacking in such dense numbers."
"Can only leave behind a spark!"
"Giving birth to a few hundred at once is still not enough."
...
Accompanied by shouts, Qin Hong landed on the earth, looking at the surrounding squirming gooey insect eggs and the bestial heads atop human bodies.
She was extremely shocked and said: "It’s those beastmen! Have I come to ancient myths?"