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Chapter 2 Guanzaisen: I want a flying dragon to ride on my face!

It is impossible to say that I am not depressed.

My predecessor had a good future. Even if he failed to get into the military academy, he could have easily found a job in a public institution after returning to his hometown and working hard. However, he ended up having to join a Hong Kong society.

Even Wu Feng, who traveled through time and space to the future, was not happy. As a professional online writer with certain abilities, it was not difficult for him to become a wealthy cultural celebrity in Hong Kong Island in the mid-1980s.

This was the golden age for newspapers to publish novels. People with the surname Ni could get 500 or even 1,000 yuan per thousand words, and at the peak, they could get several yuan per word. Other slightly more famous ones could also get 200 to 300 yuan per thousand words, and they would also receive royalties after publication.

For him, who is used to updating two to three million words a year, it is almost like robbing money.

He is confident that he can become a millionaire and a cultural celebrity in just one year!

Unfortunately, it’s too late to say anything now, but fortunately, there is still the golden finger to comfort us.

With a change of mind, a virtual panel appeared in front of me, and the information on it was clear at a glance.

There are three skills: military boxing, hard qigong and grassroots tactical command, followed by an experience bar like a health bar.

The experience bars for the first two items are almost halfway drawn, which only means that the upper limit of these two skills is not high.

As for basic tactical command, it is only at a pitiful level of about 15%.

There are no clear numbers displayed, so we can only analyze it by comparing the health bar length and the experience bar.

In addition, probably because of the fusion of souls, his memory ability has greatly increased. Although it is not to the point of photographic memory, it is not much different, and his brain is extremely sensitive.

However, the discovery of the golden finger was too recent, and it will take a lot of time to explore its specific effects.

Fortunately, my mood has completely calmed down, otherwise what else could I do?
Uncle Zhong of Hongyi also heard that Wu Feng had served in the army in the mainland, so he and his cousin became the No. 49 of Hongyi without saying a word.

It's no wonder he did that. The PLA soldiers in the 1980s had absolutely impressive individual combat capabilities.

In fact, Wu Feng did learn a lot of skills to make a living during his military service.

I learned military boxing and hard qigong in the army. As for grassroots tactical command, it was because I wanted to apply to a military academy, so I specifically looked for opportunities to seek advice from experienced veterans.

Due to his age, although he participated in the two-mountain rotation battle, he was affiliated with the logistics wartime hospital guard unit and could often see injured grassroots commanders and fighters.

As long as you don't have a particularly bad temper, you can always learn something useful by looking for opportunities.

By piecing together some information, I have managed to get a basic understanding of grassroots tactical command.

The half-new van lurched to the bustling Mong Kok and stopped in front of a mahjong parlor on Shanghai Street. Wu Feng tossed a hundred Hong Kong dollars to the driver, braced himself, pushed the door open, and got out.

At the door, a sturdy young man in a short-sleeved floral shirt was casually leaning on a chair and smoking. When he saw Wu Feng, he immediately said, "Ah Feng, has Auntie left?"

"I've safely boarded the train and left!"

Waving his hand to indicate that he didn't smoke, Wu Feng breathed a sigh of relief and chuckled, "From now on, we two brothers must make a good career, otherwise it will be difficult to repay the boss's kindness!"

These words are naturally said to those who are interested. He still understands the basic social etiquette.

"What are you talking about, kid? Just work hard and that's the best reward!"

The glass door of the third-floor mahjong hall was pushed open, and Mr. Zhong, the head of the Hongyi Society, who was of medium build but had gained weight and was about fifty years old, walked out under the protection of several brothers.

Seeing Wu Feng, he asked cheerfully, "Ah Feng, have you arranged everything at home?"

"Boss, it's all arranged!"

Wu Feng spoke in somewhat broken Cantonese and said directly: "If there is anything, just give me the order. I will definitely do my best to help!"

"Oh, this is a big show!"

At this moment, a harsh voice came from the street: "There seems to be such a scene on TV. What is it called? Oh, yes, it is called 'The Harmony between the King and His Ministers'!" Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a muscular man with bulging muscles, who walked towards them arrogantly with a dozen younger brothers as if he did not recognize any relatives.

"Pah, what the hell is this!"

A mouthful of disgusting thick phlegm was spat directly onto the ground in front of Master Zhong's feet.

Wu Feng immediately flashed in front of Grandpa Zhong and gave his cousin a look: Get ready to fight!

"Don't be nervous, he wouldn't dare act wild here in broad daylight!"

Master Zhong reached out and patted Wu Feng on the shoulder. He then looked at the newcomer with an unfriendly look and snorted, "Guan Zai Sen, what do you want to do?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to see if you, this old immortal, are dead or not!"

Guan Zaisen laughed heartily, his demeanor extremely arrogant. He pointed at Master Zhong and said disdainfully, "Have you thought it through, old man? When the deadline is up, I'll come and take it myself!"

"Humph, you want this mahjong parlor? You're dreaming!"

Master Zhong's old face turned black with anger, and he sneered, "Come and take it if you can, don't talk nonsense!"

"Oh, it seems like you, an old fool, won't cry until you see the coffin!"

Guan Zaisen's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He looked at Master Zhong with an extremely cold gaze, grinning and revealing two rows of sharp white teeth: "I hope you, old immortal, can always be so brave!"

After saying that, he walked away with his equally arrogant younger brother beside him.

There was a moment of silence in front of the mahjong hall. The close guards around Master Zhong all had grim expressions, but they remained silent and showed a hint of fear.

Wu Feng and his cousin looked at each other, thinking that Master Zhong was too tolerant.

The guy named Guan Zaisen was about to ride on my head and poop and pee. He should have taken action directly just now.

This guy's nickname is the same as the winning streak in a certain movie. I've never seen such a thing before.

"Gangzi, and Afeng!"

After a long while, Master Zhong finally broke the dull atmosphere. He looked directly at the two cousins ​​and said in a deep voice, "If you two can solve Guan Zaisen's problem, we will immediately give you positions!"

"Really?"

Huang Wengang looked excited and said eagerly: "I will go to work tonight!"

"Well, let me see what you can do!"

After saying that, he turned around and left here under the close protection of a group of people.

Wu Feng was keenly aware of the cunning that flashed across Mr. Zhong's eyes when he left.

I was startled, it seems that things are definitely not as simple as they seem.

"Afeng, let's go back and prepare well!"

Cousin Huang Wengang, however, was a little impatient and laughed, "I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to be promoted so soon!"

"Don't be anxious, let's figure out the situation first!"

Wu Feng ignored the man's eagerness and said in a deep voice, "Cousin, first find someone to understand the situation, especially the details of Guan Zai Sen, and the conflict between him and the boss. It's best to find out everything!"

"Afeng, are you too cautious?"

My cousin said nonchalantly, "As long as the two of us brothers kill that bastard Guan Zai Sen, why would we need to go through so much trouble?"

(End of this chapter)