In the 90s, you could acquire max-level skills every 14 days.

Zhang Yong took out the small notebook he always carried with him from his pocket and wrote down the number.

"Okay, I'll contact him when I have time."

"Then you should rest well and not push yourself," Wei Shuyun added. "Are you really not hurt?"

"No, really."

"Then...then I'll hang up."

"Um."

"Zhang Yong, thank you, the honey-glazed sandao (a type of fried dough) was delicious."

The phone hangs up.

Zhang Yong put the receiver back and stood at the door of the gatehouse, watching the flow of people riding bicycles to work on Jinsong Road.

My mind was already preoccupied with things related to the coal mine.

In 1990, coal burning was truly the lifeblood of the nation.

The country's power generation relies mainly on burning coal, heating in the north during winter is done with honeycomb briquettes, and industrial production relies on boilers.

However, the level of mechanization in coal mines is pitifully low. Many mines are still using old equipment from the 1950s and 1960s, resulting in low production capacity and a high accident rate.

Ten years from now, coal prices will increase several times over. Whoever can increase production capacity at that point will be sitting on a gold mine.

Zhang Yong took out his notebook and wrote a few words under the phone number: Energy → Coal, Thermal Power, Vehicle Fuel.

The current problems are all stuck on "outdated equipment and lack of technology".

Where there is demand, there will be output, and these problems will be solved rapidly in the future.

However, we can still give it a try now.

He gripped the pen in his hand, put the notebook back in his pocket, got on his motorcycle, and drove out of the residential area.

......

Chaoyang District Police Station.

Zhang Yong parked his motorcycle in the yard, and just as he entered the gate, he ran into Xiao Li coming out.

"Oh, you're here?" Xiao Li, holding a cup of strong tea, spotted him immediately and pulled him to the end of the corridor in two steps.

"We interrogated those five people all night last night," Xiao Li said in a low voice, his expression serious. "I can't tell you the details right now, but there's one thing I can tell you."

"explain."

"The mastermind behind this is surnamed Chen."

Zhang Yong nodded, his expression calm.

Xiao Li stared at him for two seconds. "You don't seem surprised?"

"Not surprising." Zhang Yong leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets. "The second-in-command of the state-owned factory in Baoding, surnamed Chen, is involved in the counterfeit oil business. I've mentioned this to you before."

Xiao Li sighed. "This case has gone too far upwards; our station can't handle it. The duty officer reported it to the branch office yesterday, and it looks like it will be transferred."

"Understood, the handover is fine." Zhang Yong straightened up. "Just follow the procedures, I'll cooperate at any time."

"Okay." Xiao Li patted him on the shoulder. "You should also avoid walking alone at night. But normally, they shouldn't make a move anytime soon."

Zhang Yong grinned. "Don't worry, I'm pretty good at walking at night now."

Xiao Li rolled his eyes.

"You're capable, but there's nothing you can do now. Hurry up and leave; I still have to write some reports."

......

Chaoyang District Gymnasium, second floor.

When Zhang Yong pushed the door open, Coach Yang was leading Da Zhuang and a new young man with a buzz cut in practicing combined target practice.

The thumping sounds echoed between the concrete walls, and the smell of sweat mixed with the scent of rubber mats wafted through the air. Only one window was open, letting in a draft of wind; it was terribly hot.

Yang Cheng heard the door open and turned around to look.

"You're here?" He looked Zhang Yong up and down, his brow furrowing. "You don't look too good. What were you doing last night?"

"I went drinking and didn't sleep well." Zhang Yong stretched his shoulders and walked to the sidelines to start stretching.

"Take it easy today, don't push yourself too hard."

After stretching, Zhang Yong stood up and looked at the three people on the field.

Dazhuang. A young man with a buzz cut. Coach Yang.

"Coach," Zhang Yong said.

"Um?"

"Let's try a different training method today. You, Dazhuang, and this brother, the three of you will go together."

The training ground fell silent for a moment.

Dazhuang stopped what he was doing and turned around. The young man with the buzz cut was also stunned.

Yang Cheng threw the target on the ground, walked over, and stared at Zhang Yong for several seconds.

"Are you out of your mind?"

「是我欠揍。」张勇把拳套戴上，咬紧魔术贴。「来，招呼我。」

Yang Cheng's lips twitched.

"Okay, Dazhuang, Xiaozhou, come here."

The three people stood in the center of the field, forming a triangle around Zhang Yong.

"It's a deal, we won't hold back." Yang Cheng bit his lip, his voice muffled. "If you can't take it, call it a stop."

Zhang Yong didn't answer, but got into position.

The system panel appeared in my mind:

[Fighting Lv.4: Progress 5% (AFK... 30x speed)]

enough.

Yang Cheng was the first to move.

A feint with the lead hand jab, followed by a hook punch with the rear hand. At the same time, Da Zhuang delivered a front kick straight at Zhang Yong's abdomen, while Xiao Zhou swung a low roundhouse kick from the right side.

Attack from three directions simultaneously.

Zhang Yong's body reacted before his brain.

He took a half-step to the left front, and Yang Cheng's swinging fist grazed his right ear. Da Zhuang's front kick missed, and the momentum carried him forward a step. Xiao Zhou's whip kick swept through the air.

With just this half-step, all three of their attacks missed.

Zhang Yong didn't stop. He pushed off the ground with his left foot, leaning his body towards Da Zhuang, and his right knee struck Da Zhuang's outside thigh directly.

Dazhuang winced in pain and took two steps back.

Yang Cheng reacted the fastest, pulling back his fist, turning around, and delivering a side kick straight for Zhang Yong's waist.

Zhang Yong pressed down with his right arm and met the kick head-on with his elbow.

It hurts. The injury on my ribs jerked from the shock.

The pain actually invigorated him, making him more focused.

Taking advantage of the gap as Yang Cheng pulled his leg back, Zhang Yong stepped forward and closed in, grabbing the back of Yang Cheng's neck with his left hand and pulling him down, while his right elbow flicked upward from below.

Yang Cheng crossed his arms to block, barely managing to block the attack. But the force pushed him back half a step.

Xiao Zhou rushed up from the side and threw a hook punch at Zhang Yong's temple.

Zhang Yong tilted his head to the right, and the force of the punch grazed his scalp. He stepped back with his right foot and swung his right elbow as he turned.

boom!

Yang Cheng staggered a step and grabbed the wall for support.

Da Zhuang and Xiao Zhou were both stunned.

From the beginning until now, it's been less than two minutes.

The three of them combined could only run into Zhang Yong a handful of times.

Zhang Yong retreated to the center of the field, inwardly crying out in pain, but his face remained expressionless.

He took off his boxing gloves, flicked his wrists, and grinned at Yang Cheng.

"I'm not feeling well today, I didn't sleep well. I'll definitely be even stronger tomorrow."

Yang Cheng straightened up, leaning against the wall, rubbing his forearm which had gone numb from the elbow strike, his lips twitching several times.

He looked at Dazhuang, then at Xiaozhou.

Da Zhuang looked like he'd seen a ghost. Xiao Zhou was even more exaggerated, his mouth agape.

"You..." Yang Cheng spat out his mouthguard and took a deep breath. "You're mimicking me! Were you out practicing your boxing yesterday?!"

"No, I went out for drinks," Zhang Yong said seriously.

"Get out of here! Go stretch somewhere else!"

Zhang Yong smiled and walked to the sidelines, picking up a towel to wipe his sweat.

The system pop-up window lit up:

[Fighting Lv.4: Progress 5% → 11%]

Gaining experience through real-world practice is the fastest way.

Before the smile on his lips had faded, he noticed Yang Cheng glancing at him suspiciously from time to time.

"Coach Yang, stop staring at me like that. It's making me uncomfortable. Just tell me what's wrong."

"Next Thursday," Yang Cheng suddenly spoke up. "The district team is having an internal scrimmage. I'll sign you up; the prize money is 30."

Zhang Yong wiped his sweat, folded the towel, and put it in his bag.

"What level?"

"In the amateur group, most of them have been practicing on their own for two or three years."

Zhang Yong thought about it and immediately agreed.

If I can stay online for five more days until next Thursday, my fighting skill will definitely reach Lv.5. If I participate in a tournament with multiple participants, my speed will be off the charts.

"OK."

......