Promising to pay all the monthly salary arrears in arrears within one month, Shang Zirong took the lead in shouting that Gang Leader Zhuo was mighty, and a group of people even praised him, making the hall happy.
Zhuo Mufeng secretly curled his lips.
Regardless of whether the gang leader is strong or not, he can guarantee that if the money cannot be paid out in a month, this group of people will immediately turn against each other.
Shang Zirong would even kick herself out and replace her at that time.
But whatever, let’s be his gang leader for a month first and then see if there is any chance of making money. If not, then whoever of you likes to do it will do it.
The first gang meeting concluded successfully.
Zhuo Mufeng led several bodyguards and ordered them to stand outside the courtyard. He closed the door and stood in the courtyard, his consciousness entering the triple gate of power again.
As expected, the number on the Quan pillar is still 0.
The eight taels of silver on hand could only be used secretly. After much thought, Zhuo Mufeng decided to put everything aside and practice martial arts first.
For many people, practicing martial arts is an extremely boring thing, but for Zhuo Mufeng, it is one of the joys of life.
He likes this process of constantly tempering himself and improving.
Sword lights intertwined in the air, and the sound of cracking wind sounded from time to time. Zhuo Mufeng became more and more focused, tirelessly practicing the sword skills that he had already become proficient in.
Everything around you is moving away.
Maybe it was just a moment, maybe a long time passed, the world seemed to be getting smaller, condensed into a few inches of sword light. The speed of his sword dance was getting faster and faster, as if he was trying to get rid of some invisible shackles.
Zhuo Mufeng's heartbeat was very violent, and a strong impulse made him use 100% of his strength to stab out with a sword. It was clearly the sword that severely injured Qian Tong last night.
But at this moment, the sword is undoubtedly faster and more powerful.
laugh!
The long sword was two inches deep into the trunk of the sycamore tree, and the sword was still shaking.
"A breakthrough in swordsmanship?"
Zhuo Mufeng felt like he was waking up from a dream. After being stunned, he felt ecstatic.
According to the memory of the original owner, martial arts is divided into three levels: Xiao Cheng, Dacheng and Perfect according to the level of proficiency.
A person who has achieved a certain level of martial arts can perform martial arts as if he were using his arms, and his posture and strength are already in place, so he won't make too many mistakes.
A master is a person who is extremely proficient and has basically understood all the changes in the martial arts he practices. Unless he is extremely talented, he will need to practice hard day and night to achieve this.
In Red Sun City, there are only a few dozen warriors at most who have mastered one-star martial arts to great success. For example, Qian Tong and his disciples were among them.
If it is said that great achievements require hard work, then practicing a martial arts to perfection is not as simple as just hard work, but also requires considerable talent.
In the entire Red Sun City, there are no more than five warriors who have mastered one-star martial arts to perfection!
But just now, Zhuo Mufeng clearly noticed that his swordsmanship broke away from the traditional framework of moves, as if he could use the most correct sword moves according to the situation at will.
It is like a perfect sign of doing whatever you want.
Pulling out the long sword, Zhuo Mufeng practiced the Seven Black Bamboo Swords again. At first, the feeling was still intermittent, but as the number of times increased, he gradually mastered the feeling.
Not daring to relax, Zhuo Mufeng struck while the iron was hot. This practice lasted until the afternoon, and he even missed lunch.
By the time the bodyguard outside the hospital called him several times, Zhuo Mufeng was already soaked to the skin and sitting on the ground panting, but his expression was very excited.
My Seven Swords of Black Bamboo has really entered the perfection level. It seems that this body's talent is very good, but I don't know how much its combat power has increased.
You must know that in the Vajra realm, the higher the cultivation level, the stronger the strength.
There may be people who have only tempered one hand, but their skill in that hand is extremely amazing, and they may not be able to defeat a warrior who has tempered all four limbs.
Therefore, martial arts is also very important. The level of martial arts practiced and the degree of mastery will seriously affect a person's combat effectiveness.
The reason why Qian Tong is strong is partly because of his cultivation, but more importantly, his mastery of martial arts.
Of course, Zhuo Mufeng now thinks that even in a fair fight, he still has a chance to defeat his opponent.
It was summer, and I heard that the Mozhu Gang also provided afternoon soup. Zhuo Mufeng, escorted by several bodyguards, rushed to the cafeteria.
When the brothers in the gang saw him, they stopped and called to the gang leader. Zhuo Mufeng talked to them cordially and asked whether the food was good and whether the quantity was enough.
No one can say enough.
"More, we must do more in the future. No one suffers, but we cannot suffer the brothers."
The only cook said weakly from the side: "The funds in the gang are not in place. The money for buying rice and vegetables last month was paid out of my own pocket."
After saying that, he glanced at Zhuo Mufeng charmingly.
Zhuo Mufeng's face turned red, and in full view of everyone, he whispered: "Honggu, please make a small advance, this gang leader will remember your favor."
The cook's real name was Du Yuehong. Hearing this, he hummed: "A few days ago, the Tiger Gang, the Half-Day Sect, and the Red Flower Clan all came to hire the slave family. Not only will they receive a monthly salary of two yuan, but they will also include food and accommodation. The slave family is considering it."
Zhuo Mufeng became anxious when he heard this. If the cook left, how could he still expect that girl Shang Zirong to enter the kitchen? He said in a good voice: "Honggu, from now on you will live in Mozhu Gang, and all your food and accommodation will be included.
The conditions can be negotiated, but the Mozhu Gang cannot live without you."
Du Yuehong leaned against Zhuo Mufeng and took the opportunity to touch her a few times. Then she smiled sweetly and said, "That's all, Yuehong will stay for another month."
"shameless!"
With a cold snort, Shang Zirong walked over and happened to see this scene. His face was livid with anger and his eyes were spitting fire.
Not only was Du Yuehong not afraid, she puffed up her majestic chest like a demonstrator and left on her own. Who would want to deal with a broken gang if it weren't for Gang Leader Zhuo's good looks and good looks.
Shang Zirong clamored to fire Du Yuehong, but Zhuo Mufeng responded with a few symbolic words. Then he went to Du Yuehong privately and asked her to cancel the afternoon soup, saying that it was the start-up period and everyone should carry forward the spirit of hard work and hard work.
Du Yuehong's eyes were strange.
This gang leader, who seemed to be caring for his subordinates before, turned around and pushed himself out to be a villain. He really knows people but doesn't know their hearts!
Zhuo Mufeng had no sense of shame, ordered a few bodyguards to do their own work, and left the Mozhu Gang alone.
Hongsun City sounds grand, but it is actually just a county town. The streets are two to three feet wide and paved with mottled bluestones. The shops and pavilions on both sides are quite old, and there are vendors shouting at the roadside.
Seeing that there was no one he knew well, Zhuo Mufeng walked into a drug store after many twists and turns, and bought ten broken blades, spending three taels of silver.
In terms of bone-tempering effect, Broken Blade Bar is the best among common medicinal materials, and the price is also a bit more expensive. The last time Zhuo Mufeng came, it was still out of stock.
He did not buy any other bone-hardening medicinal materials. There were still 340 Wu Zhu points left. It would be useless to buy more. He still had to save some money.
After thinking about it, Zhuo Mufeng sold five more medicinal plants he had obtained from Shang Zirong. Three of them had undergone transformation, which amazed the shopkeeper. After a while of wrangling, he successfully got one, two or three guans of money.
He wanted to learn about one-star medicinal materials, but unfortunately, that kind of medicinal materials could only be found in specialized drug stores opened by big powers or the imperial court.
Probably because the purchasing power of Red Sun City is too low, two years ago, the only drug store in the city that provided star-rated medicinal materials also closed its doors. Now if you want to buy it, you have to go to other cities.
Zhuo Mufeng was depressed for a while, but he didn't have enough money now and couldn't afford it, so it was better to be down-to-earth and cherish the present.
After putting all the ten broken blades into the light red medicinal soil, Zhuo Mufeng walked back home with empty hands.
He has never really looked at this county since traveling through time.
It was already sunset, and the setting sun reflected an orange-red color in the sky, reflecting sparkling golden waves through the lake. There were birds chirping on the branches, children and dogs playing under the trees, and a group of women washing clothes by the lake.
The sound of bickering is like a picture of the ancient world.
Until this moment, Zhuo Mufeng still had an unreal feeling like a dream.
Are the parents and sisters in that world okay? Will they miss my homeless son? If I can't go back, I hope you will all forget me.
While feeling grief, a scream of shock and anger suddenly came from the front. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Zhuo Mufeng seemed to hear Shang Zirong's voice.