Chapter 92: Chapter 83: Gang Affairs
"This thing is truly mysterious."
Inside the room, Fu Qingjun inserted the remote controller into the tuft of hair, playing with a new model of the Feathered Serpent God,
"The new version of the Feathered Serpent God incorporates the witch’s structure, it’s even more like rubber now..."
The Feathered Serpent God is the size of a finger, which is already enormous compared to a normal ant-sized creature, yet it can expand into a long banana-sized entity, soaring through the sky.
Fu Qingjun even tried to fill its belly with water, testing its capacity for flying with a load of water.
Psshh!
The water-filled Feathered Serpent God spurted water downward, splashing onto the desk.
"Quite fun indeed."
Fu Qingjun found it fascinating; a portable biological airship?
No wonder it’s used by the ultra-miniature Witch World model as a rain-bringing species!
Whenever he presents a new species, Fu Qingjun feels a sense of pride because his hair can indeed create new species, synthesizing magical creatures!
"Although, honestly, I’m just synthesizing intelligent magical creatures, building the Demon Country model in the ruins, creating an Extraordinary World, but... what seems like a simple task is interpreted as time travel."
He found it amusing and incredulous, "And people from this world even believe it returned to the prehistoric era tens of thousands of years ago, passing the tale from one to another..."
"Even the native Yudula came to believe..."
That’s toxic!
Of course, regarding the Feathered Serpent God, Fu Qingjun came up with a daring idea.
Street performers can hold a torch near their mouth and breathe fire, right?
Why not put a mini gas tank in the belly of the Feathered Serpent God, wouldn’t it be able to?
"Fireball Technique?" Fu Qingjun thought it plausible.
It’s dinner time, and food is necessary.
Fu Qingjun walked downstairs, encountering several neighbors going down together who greeted him.
"Gang Leader Fu!"
"Hello, Gang Leader Fu!"
Fu Qingjun nodded and smiled in response.
While contemplating internally that being called deputy gang leader isn’t quite as dashing, at least he’s in charge of a small town faction.
Truth be told, he’s the weakest among all the muscle-bound members of the devilish gang.
Even his muscles are inflatable.
He seems so out of place in the style of fighting seen in Hong Kong comics among this group of muscle guys averaging 190 cm.
The petite horn player alone is 186 cm...
Previously, he had to stand on a small stool indoors just to look down on her.
Only Li Mo, the dance teacher and ordinary person standing at nearly 170 cm, matched his level.
"I practice martial arts, aiming for the Bone Realm, which should trigger a second growth spurt," Fu Qingjun pondered that by then, he’d surely reach 190 cm.
While currently relying on hair to inflate muscles, eventually he’ll develop into the original physique.
Though cultivating the spiritual wizardry won’t yield those exaggerated muscles, at best would be considered fit.
"Yet, looking like everyone else, I’m thoroughly disguised, so why... were they so surprised when they saw me just now?"
Outside the hallway, in the dim evening, scattered black streetlights lined up, occasionally crossed by commuting bicycles, evoking an old film atmosphere.
Several store owners along the cement building kept chatting too.
Inside the shops, a few scattered customers all greeted Fu Qingjun and even smiled, offering fruits.
"Thank you, but no need."
Fu Qingjun politely refused with a smile, used to such gestures.
Reflecting on the former leader’s prestige among the neighbors, everyone liked to gift him things, even old grandpas and grandmas on the street adored him.
Glancing at the black sedan, Fu Qingjun chuckled, "Those folks are still dreaming over there, passionately discussing possibilities of the Fourth Realm with Yudula, doing research, without coming out for meals."
"Those guys who are so engrossed in work that they never emerge."
"Experts and professors in this world are exceptionally dedicated and pious, full of enthusiasm."
Soon, he arrived at the noodle shop at the corner downstairs, which has been transformed into Miao Chun Hall’s employee cafeteria.
Little trumpet, Baiyu, even Qin Hong and Li Mo were already there.
At each dining table, various tall and muscular martial artists laughed and ate.
These days are quite harmonious, indeed.
The era’s steam power mechanical revolution, disputes between martial dao reformists and conservatives, unless he’s setting up an ant exploration team to explore the Earth’s ruins in another world, mapping and rescuing survivors...
Living here isn’t bad either.
At least, this world is pure and clear, everyone has Vermilion Sand.
Yet rescuers are needed.
Although escaping to the Parallel Cosmos with the ancient ship meant his own safety, he couldn’t just look after himself alone...
Moreover, he wished to understand what happened during Earth’s apocalypse; if only communication were possible.
"How’s business going?"
Very soon, Fu Qingjun cleared off his thoughts and sat at his seat, asking, "Anything out of the ordinary at the watch store?"
Every day at this time is when Fu Qingjun conducts his daily gang management.
After all, I usually explore ruins.
"The situation is pretty good."
At the dinner table, Li Mo skillfully took out the account book and reported in detail:
"Today’s sales of pocket watches and music boxes were excellent, increasing day by day. Some people are even interested in our membership cards, saying the craftsmanship is unique and want to buy them separately...."
"It is said that nobles and clans in the central district have started to popularize our clocks, becoming a fashion trend...."
"Of course, they are starting to envy our industry, but since big brother is already a Grandmaster, we don’t need to be afraid. Although the clans have profound foundations and many Grandmasters, a Grandmaster is still the limit... They won’t offend a young Grandmaster, and negotiating to recruit is their usual approach."
"After all, Western knight families and Eastern Martial Dao families like to find young external Martial Arts Grandmasters to improve their family’s bloodline."
...
Fu Qingjun listened carefully; everything was on the right track.
Four to five hundred taels of silver a day is simply exorbitant, equivalent to half a month’s income for the gang before.
It’s even stronger than the Ten Blades Association next door, which currently controls the train station.
"VIP membership cards are not for individual sale, they are non-sale items... follow the normal process." Fu Qingjun said, "As for others being envious, no rush."
Fu Qingjun knew there would definitely be obstacles; in any era, developing oneself inevitably means encroaching on others’ interests.
But he believed in his speed of development.
At worst, share a few layers of profit; after all, his business is risk-free... there’s plenty of room for maneuver.
"I understand those who want to buy membership cards separately; I also like the membership card. The music is very special, full of fighting spirit!"
The nearby little trumpet said, "Our brothers have been training in martial arts recently, and they all like to fight to the sound of the membership card! They say under their own gang’s battle anthem, they will not lose!"
"Yes, it’s very good." Fu Qingjun replied with a smile to the little trumpet, thinking everything was going as expected, and the gang’s corporate culture was starting to coagulate.
"The Ten Blades Association next door is very envious." The little trumpet happily said, "But they have no way, they can only watch enviously and ask around about our sources."
Fu Qingjun asked again, "Are there any movements from them?"
"What movements can they have?"
Baiyu said disdainfully, "A bunch of guys who’ve turned into businessmen, they’ve lost the blood of martial artists. They never dare to be brave and ruthless with our Miao Chun Hall people. If it weren’t for using some tricks, setting up a trap in the ring..."
He still harbored grievances and resentment towards the Ten Blades Association.
"Don’t rush, develop everything slowly." Fu Qingjun poured wine for the little trumpet, Baiyu, and Qin Hong, and smiled, "Drink well and strive to break through the Grandmaster realm, making it three Grandmasters in one gate."
The three nodded, having countless words of gratitude they didn’t know how to express.
This wine greatly enhanced their spirit and morale.
At this rate, becoming a Grandmaster was within reach.
Night dinner with ant wine, late-night food was snail noodles.
Fu Qingjun planned to gradually establish a gang base.
"As for the possible wizard inheritance..." Fu Qingjun looked at Li Mo, "Have you found the people I’m looking for?"
Li Mo nodded, "I have started to select among the gang’s relatives, young underage girls, looking for those who are mentally clever and highly intelligent. Found five of them.... They said they can handle side effects and might not be able to marry and have children."
"Not marrying and having children is quite normal, after all."
The little trumpet scratched his head, "Most martial artists have to maintain their original yang for better cultivation. It’s the same for both men and women. Entering the trade means being prepared unless one breaks through to Grandmaster, or they feel there’s no hope for improvement in Martial Dao, only then at 40 or 50 when the body is completely declining, do they retire and marry."
Most martial artists who enter the trade do not break through to Grandmaster, so they are prepared to remain single until retirement in old age.
"Finding five is already quite good. Remember to let them keep it confidential and just tell outsiders it’s our gang’s special martial arts secret." Fu Qingjun said, "Those people are the embryonic form of our gang’s Assassin Hall."
After all, boys...
For the current first batch of wizard experiments, he didn’t consider them.
The snails are a matriarchal species; previously, all witch girls replenishing the pure soul group of snails would turn snails.
Males might lose male hormones and become feminized...
Fu Qingjun didn’t plan to give the little girls too much snail transformation either, specifics needed observation... If it’s a shallow snail transformation, it could make one’s skin become hydrated and beautiful...
If given too much, the adverse reactions might also be large, such as various exaggerated twisted yoga movements, turning into a true Tianluo Girl.... like demihumans?
Elves? Merfolk-like?
Experiments are still necessary.
According to this, wouldn’t I become a wizard in reality, doing all kinds of extraordinary transformation experiments secretly?
Suddenly, there was a disturbance outside the canteen door.
"Help!"
"Doctor Bai, help!"
A stretcher carried a tall, blood-stained man hurriedly inside.
The man’s chest was a mess of red, blood flowing uncontrollably.
"Little trumpet, help me get the toolbox, save the person." Baiyu stood up, quickly came to the stretcher, and upon seeing the injured person’s face, his brows furrowed deeply.
Other martial artists also gathered around,
"Li Jihao?"
"Isn’t this the Second-in-Command of the Ten Blades Association?"
"Why is he covered in gunshot wounds?"
...
All the martial artists around put down their bowls, all astonished and noisy.