"What, Adong participated in the dock arena qualifying competition?"
Huang Feihong had just returned from Guangzhou, and before he had time to wash off his travel dust, he heard news from the militiamen who stayed behind in Baozhilin.
He was a little surprised and felt incredible...
"Has A-Dong's current strength reached a level where he can continue to participate in the ring rankings?"
It’s not that Huang Feihong looks down on people, it’s actually that as the reputation of the Foshan Pier Arena Qualifying Tournament grows, the strength of the warriors participating in it becomes stronger and stronger.
In the beginning, even the most accomplished members of the militia training army were able to make an appearance on it, and by the way, they could also fight.
But now if they go into the ring, they will be simply tortured...
The warriors who have the courage to show off have finally reached a level where they can gather strength, and the threshold has been raised a lot.
In his impression, Wu Dong's martial arts was only able to gather the whole body's strength, but could not reach the point of concentrating one's strength.
Could it be...
A possibility came to mind, and even with Huang Feihong's determination, he couldn't help but look surprised.
It just so happens that today, Wu Dong has a match with a master of Mantis Boxing.
Huang Feihong took the excited Thirteenth Aunt, and under the guidance of several members of the militia group, directly arrived at the bustling pier.
Feeling the noisy sound and restless atmosphere, Aunt Thirteen couldn't help but look around with her beautiful big eyes, like a curious baby.
Although Huang Feihong has some straight male attributes, he doesn't have a wink at all.
Seeing that Aunt Thirteen was interested in everything at the pier, she didn't rush to the ring. Instead, she took Aunt Thirteen to enjoy some delicious food in the snack street.
The so-called snack street is a street specially planned by the pier, which is just over fifty meters long.
There are snack vendors on both sides of the street. Due to the huge flow of people at the pier and their high spending power, the place quickly formed a scale and climate.
Although some snacks from the north and the south are of different types, they still allow tourists to enjoy the different flavors of snacks from different places, and they soon became famous with the popularity of the Pier Arena.
"It's delicious. It's really delicious. I didn't expect that you can eat northern snacks here. Why haven't you heard of it before?"
Aunt Thirteen was smiling happily as she ate, her mouth was full of snacks, her hands were not idle, they were all full of fragrant and delicious desserts.
Huang Feihong just smiled and said nothing. How did he know that Thirteenth Aunt liked snacks so much? If he had known it, he wouldn't have waited until today to come.
Aunt Thirteen was so happy that she didn't care about Huang Feihong's silence. She just ate snacks and talked by herself, feeling indescribably comfortable and comfortable.
In particular, the feeling of going shopping with Huang Feihong would be better without those group members.
But just thinking about it, Thirteenth Aunt, who had experienced the darkness of the world at Guangzhou Pier, would not be stupid enough to drive people away. Even if she heard that the security at Foshan Pier was quite good, she would not take risks easily.
If nothing else, her face might cause trouble...
Aunt Thirteen did not ask in detail. Huang Feihong, a guy with straight male attributes, naturally would not take the initiative to inform him.
Foshan Pier is the territory of the militia, and the control is extremely strict. There is basically no unsighted person to cause trouble.
Of course, there is nothing wrong with being careful. Who knows if a dragon crossing the river will suddenly appear?
"This, this is a pastry shop?"
Aunt Thirteen looked surprised at this time. Looking at the Western pastry shop not far away, she could not hide the shock on her face.
Through the transparent glass for decoration, he saw several Western-style cakes in the store.
"This is a thing that A Dong made specially to make money from foreigners!"
Huang Feihong smiled, shook his head and said, "I made a lot of money, but I also got a lot of scolding. I don't know if it's good or bad?"
"Why do people scold me?"
Aunt Thirteen didn't understand anymore, and her original intention of going in for a stroll had faded away.
"They say they specially prepared shops for foreigners, but the vigilante groups did everything they could to make money, even losing face!"
Huang Feihong smiled bitterly, shook his head and said: "This matter has been causing turmoil in the city for a long time!"
Seeing that Aunt Thirteen was a little confused, he shook his head and explained: "According to Wu Dong, this is the benefit of the western pastry shop that has the envy of his colleagues!"
"But they don't have the skills, so they naturally think of destroying it!"
"How could this be?"
Aunt Thirteen felt that her views had been subverted, and she was shocked and said: "What happened in the end?"
"What else can I do? Just ignore it!"
Huang Feihong explained: "After all, Western pastry shops are really profitable!"
"Of course, after the Western pastry shop became famous, it gradually added our traditional snacks, and those foreigners gradually adapted to it!"
"At this time, the business of those traditional snacks will naturally get better!"
Aunt Thirteen was dumbfounded when she heard this, feeling very unbelievable.
In her opinion, some difficult problems can be solved so easily?
Now, she was even more interested in Wu Dong.
It seems that the previous topic made Aunt Thirteen interested in the docks and she looked around to see places that were different from Foshan city.
As a result, she actually saw some...
For example, using a water-driven conveyor belt, packaged goods can be sent directly to the berthed ship at the dock through the conveyor belt.
In addition, there are also purely mechanical-powered rope cranes that can easily lift the boxes delivered by the conveyor belt directly onto the ship.
Although these machines are made of wood, they are quite effective.
Such a scene is rarely seen even in seaport cities in England, and Aunt Thirteen couldn't help but feel surprised again.
"These gadgets were all made by the carpenters recruited by Adong!"
Speaking of these terminal cargo-carrying devices, Huang Feihong also felt strange and explained with a smile: "According to him, there are countless skills passed down by our ancestors, many of which can be used to facilitate our lives and production!"
"As long as your mind is not rigid, you can always think of ways to use it!"
As he spoke, he pointed at the large waterwheel that relied on water flow and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, Adong also said that this thing is not powerful enough. If we can get a few sets of the latest steam boilers from foreigners, the efficiency will be even higher!
"
"A Dong also knows about steam boilers?"
Aunt Thirteen's eyes lit up. She had lived in England for many years, so it was natural that she had seen that thing before.
However, here in Foshan, a leader of a militia group is actually interested in steam boilers. This is very fantasy.
At this time, the Qing-French War had just ended, and it was still several years before the Sino-Japanese War of 1894 and the Eight-Power Allied Forces. The Chinese were not very interested in overseas affairs and still regarded themselves as a sovereign country. Naturally, few people knew about the status of foreign machinery and equipment.
"Haha, Adong is quite diligent and hard-working. He always says that Foshan is adjacent to Guangzhou, and there will be many opportunities to deal with foreigners in the future. Regardless of what he has in mind, he must at least know himself and the enemy, so he is very sensitive to information about foreigners.
interest……"
My name is Paiyun Zhang
There are some mistakes that I haven't noticed yet, so I'll forgive you.