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Chapter 5: Robbing Your Rich to Help My Poor

Seeing Chen Zhan walk away, Fire Fox hesitated and dared not follow.

The copper coins I just received are only enough for two bowls of mutton soup, but if I exchange them for coarse grains, they can last for five days.

He's been calculating these things since he was a child, otherwise he wouldn't be alive today.

"Come on, I'll treat you to something." Chen Zhan turned around and said.

"Oh? Really? Mr. Chen!" Fire Fox smiled on his dark face.

"Let you eat as much as you want."

The fox's smile widened as it quickly caught up with Chen Zhan, muttering, "A meat bun costs one copper coin, and mutton soup costs four copper coins. I'll just have one bun."

The two entered the shop side by side. The shop was small, with a few tables and chairs scattered around. The tables were not clean, and the empty porcelain bowls were left unattended.

But the diners didn't care.

Chen Zhan sat down casually and called out, "Four bowls of mutton soup and twenty baked buns."

A voice immediately responded from behind the curtain in the inner room: "Okay, please wait a moment."

"Twenty...twenty? Master, you can't eat that many, can you?" Fire Fox said sullenly.

"Don't be so fussy, I'll eat everything you can't finish."

"well."

He was somewhat afraid of Chen Zhan. Chen Zhan was very ruthless, and although he was thin, his imposing manner made people afraid to argue with him.

Soon the restaurant brought out a tray with four bowls of mutton soup, a very generous portion, all served in large bowls from Haikou.

With a scoop of chopsticks, there was a good amount of mutton and offal.

Chen Zhan pushed a bowl towards the little fox, ignoring him, and picked up the bowl, gulping it down.

In just a few seconds, the mutton and broth in the large bowl were all gone.

After mastering internal strength in martial arts, one begins to train the internal organs. At this temperature, the mutton soup is no different from room temperature, and there is no need to chew it.

The idea that ancient masters could eat a whole cow a day was not just a legend.

It is said that Xiang Yu could eat 100 catties of meat a day.

This is no longer within the realm of normal human beings; it represents the pinnacle of individual combat capabilities in human history—truly terrifying.

In the later stages of martial arts training, when one enters the realm of "transformation energy" (化劲), one begins to train the internal organs and marrow. Not only does one's appetite become terrifying, but some even eat stones and iron filings to refine their digestive organs.

I had just finished a bowl of meat-filled buns when they were served.

Despite being called a meat-filled flatbread, it actually contains very little meat. The meat filling is minced, spread evenly on the dough, shaped into a round flatbread, and then pan-fried and baked.

The outer shell is crispy, and the inside is soft. Although you can't taste much meat, it's very flavorful.

Since there isn't much meat in the local area, this is a clever way of cooking that has spread and is deeply loved in many parts of Hebei.

The meat-filled buns were about the size of an adult's palm, steaming hot. Chen Zhan grabbed one and put it in his mouth. After a few sips of his lips, it was already down his esophagus.

"Hoo~ cough cough cough!"

After eating ten in a row, I breathed a sigh of relief and coughed a few times.

Having not eaten for nearly thirty hours, and still suffering from a serious illness, Chen Zhan would have collapsed long ago had it not been for his martial arts skills.

The little fox beside him had only taken two sips of soup when it opened its mouth wide and stared at Chen Zhan, astonished by his terrifying appetite and even more surprised that he wasn't afraid of getting burned!

"Eat yours."

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry." The little fox quickly lowered its head to drink its soup and eat its cake.

The surrounding diners didn't notice Chen Zhan eating. There were quite a few people eating at this time, but the restaurant owner kept glancing over here.

Chen Zhan's clothes weren't exactly shabby, but the little fox looked like a pauper.

We've ordered so much food; it would be troublesome if they ate it for free.

However, the shopkeeper was clearly overthinking things. After finishing his meal, Chen Zhan took out a stack of copper coins, placed them on the table, and left.

After parting ways with the little fox, the little fox told Chen Zhan that he usually stayed in the South City area and that he could come to him if needed.

Chen Zhan walked down the street, watching the disappearing skyscrapers, the rickshaws rushing by on both sides of the road, and the crowds coming and going.

The streets are narrow and winding, and the stone pavement is muddy because it had just rained yesterday.

Once you reach the other side of the Haihe River, you can see the British concession right there.

The area is filled with Western-style buildings, including Gothic and Baroque structures. The streets are wide and clean, paved with asphalt, and equipped with streetlights and sewers.

Numerous buildings, including the British Club, the Municipal Council, the Police Station, British American Tobacco Company, Swire Group, HSBC, and Citibank, stand prominently along the riverbank, their signs easily visible even to those with keen eyesight. A city within a city, a world apart from the concession itself.

Chen Zhan felt heartbroken, but he was powerless to change anything. Ultimately, changing the world required the help of great men, and there was not much he, a mere military man, could do.

However, if we can do our best, we will not stand idly by.

"Cough cough cough~"

Chen Zhan mobilized the characters in his sea of ​​consciousness.

[Subject: Chen Zhan]

Age: 28

[World: Republic of China]

[Fate: Short-lived ghost (black)]

Lifespan: 36 days

[Ability: Fist Technique - Hidden Strength]

[Talent: Devouring Fate and Forging Destiny]

[Luck: None]

Note 1: Due to the critical condition, his strength was halved.

Note 2: Talent can steal luck, and destiny can be altered through luck!

Due to time constraints, Chen Zhan's plan to travel south to learn martial arts from Master Sun would likely result in his death on the way.

Therefore, the first thing to do is to change one's fate, or at least extend one's lifespan.

After thinking it over for a while, I made a plan.

Tianjin is a major martial arts hub in the north, and perhaps only Beijing and Baoding can rival it.

There are numerous masters and schools, with constant disputes among them. Foreigners also frequently set up challenges, provoking the martial arts world and attempting to undermine the confidence of Chinese martial arts.

This situation is perfect for him to reap the rewards of good fortune.

Chen Zhan stood by the Haihe River, lost in thought; it was already nearing night.

A poor family on the road is rich; where to stay tonight is a problem.

I reached into my pocket, and lo and behold, I was broke again.

He only had about ten copper coins left, not enough for even one meal.

Fortunately, there was Master Zhang from Yuhua Lane.

Chen Zhan inquired with the little fox,
I don't know what Zhang Sanye's original name was. I only know that he came to Tianjin three years ago. The big shots call him Zhang Laosan, while the lower classes call him Zhang Sanye.

Within three years, he established himself through sheer grit, starting from working alone and eventually getting into a fight at the docks over a job, losing a finger in the process.

After a year of hard work and struggle, he joined the Green Gang, seized control of the docks, ran gambling dens, forced women into prostitution, and engaged in prostitution, gambling, and drug trafficking.

He insisted on calling himself Master Zhang, boasting that loyalty was paramount, and had dozens of his men live a life of luxury under his command.

What appears to be glamorous is actually the result of exploiting the flesh and blood of laborers and porters.

A glint of light flashed in Chen Zhan's eyes. Zhang Laosan deserved to die. He only dealt in "poison" and he was already dead several times over.

To rob the rich and help the poor is the mark of a true man.

At that moment, he was 'poor' enough.

After wandering around, Chen Zhan walked back to Nanshi from the riverbank, seemingly aimlessly, but actually searching for Yuhua Lane.

Unlike the straight and orderly alleys of Beijing, the hutongs of old Tianjin were not designed with much thought in mind when they were built. As a result, some hutongs are often winding and meandering, and when you look at the end, you can only see the brick walls.

Once he found the alleyway entrance, Chen Zhan was no longer in a hurry.

Sitting on the bluestone at the entrance of the alley, he surveyed his surroundings. With his level of martial arts skill, sharp hearing and eyesight were second nature to him.

It was just after nightfall when Chen Zhan's left ear twitched, and he immediately heard a "soft, delicate, and light" sound.

Like the music of string and wind instruments?

He didn't understand musical instruments, but soon there was a plaintive, low, and melodious murmur, a sound he understood all too well.

Chen Zhan's expression was subtle. Yuhua Lane was no ordinary place!

(End of this chapter)