Chapter 103: The Speech

After a fierce and intense small competition, Cheng Feng gazed with eyes like torches at the group of young disciples from the Hong Sect below.

Most of them were born into impoverished families and were illiterate, yet they were filled with longing and yearning for a future life. In this harsh and difficult environment, they had left their homes behind, seeking only a way out.

By comparison, the conditions Cheng Feng himself possessed could be called exceptionally gifted, making him stand out from this group like a crane among chickens.

Naturally, the existence of the Panmian was a secret Cheng Feng would never speak of in his life.

At the same time, precisely because he knew well that he was also a poor child who had walked out of the countryside, he would never look down on any farm boy of humble origins.

The Hong Sect had always welcomed young people who were willing to endure hardship and possessed perseverance. Cheng Feng understood that only through strict training and cultivation could these disciples who followed him to make a living possess a better future.

Thus, in the first month, Cheng Feng personally wrote the teaching materials and handed them over to Wang Hu to be responsible for the specific implementation. This training syllabus integrated various elements from military training, such as personal discipline, moral character, and teamwork.

When Cheng Feng stood up, he saw that the disciples below all held their heads high, their postures as straight as pines, quietly waiting for his instruction. Clearly, this training method had already begun to show results, which made Cheng Feng feel deeply gratified—after all, this was the fruit of his own careful planning and implementation.

A faint, imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Cheng Feng's mouth, and he said slowly, "Seeing that you have achieved such fruitful results, I am deeply gratified. Thinking back to those years, I, Cheng Feng, was also just a poor farm boy. Although I knew my origins were humble, I never spoke lightly of giving up. Along the way, I always held firm convictions, struggling to climb, burying myself in hard practice, and searching for opportunities."

"Perhaps many of you have crossed paths with me on the streets in years past. At that time, I was nothing more than an Ordinary fishmonger. Every day, I would rise early and toil late, guarding a tiny stall, waiting for customers to arrive. Occasionally, if I could sell a slightly larger fish, weighing about five or six catties, I could earn a copper coin. The joy at that time was plain to see, yet deep down, I always felt something was missing."

"Whenever I witnessed others living without worry for food or clothing, with beautiful companions by their sides, I could not help but ask myself: 'Am I truly inferior to others?' In terms of physical health, there was no difference between us; so where exactly did things go wrong?"

"A series of questions lingered in my heart, leaving me unable to let go for a long time..."

The crowd below listened intently to Cheng Feng's speech, their gazes locked tightly on the man on the stage, who was full of passion and wisdom.

Cheng Feng continued, "Once, I hosted a banquet for some important figures and humbly asked them questions. However, the answer I received was only a simple sentence—'Ancestors worked hard, bestowing blessings upon their descendants.' These few short words were like a sharp Sword piercing my heart, leaving me speechless and without any power to argue. But at the same time, it deeply touched me, making me understand a principle even more: we must not only struggle and fight for ourselves, but also seek welfare for our families and our future generations!"

Speaking to this point, Cheng Feng's voice became increasingly impassioned; he waved his arms as if to transmit the convictions deep within his heart to every listener. "We cannot just be satisfied with the ease of life before our eyes, but should instead set ambitious goals to create our own glorious career! Only in this way will our descendants be able to enjoy the grace and protection we bring, without having to endure the hardships and exhaustion we once suffered! And this is the very goal of your struggle in the Hong Sect, and it is also the value and meaning of your existence!"

With a boom, applause thundered; the disciples were deeply captivated by the future Cheng Feng had depicted.

Seeing that the effect of his speech was good, Cheng Feng also felt a weight lift from his heart.

When he began to write the training syllabus, Cheng Feng discovered one area that did not match these people, and that was the military's conviction.

In the current Great Zhou, even though Cheng Feng was just a small, insignificant person, he could see the signs of it tottering on the brink of collapse.

Cheng Feng had to take precautions; perhaps there was not much he could do, but he had to do something.

Like now, the Hong Sect disciples had a physical home, and after Cheng Feng finished his speech, they would also have a spiritual home; this was a spirit, and also a conviction.

This was an indispensable thing within an army.

Defending the home and protecting the country? Cheng Feng was not that great.

Fighting to make a name for oneself? That was too utilitarian.

For this matter, Cheng Feng recalled all the historical masterpieces he had read in his past life.

Only when linked to their own interests can a person's conviction become indestructible.

And that is family: the elderly provided for, the young cared for, and wives having someone to rely on.

This is the most important thing for simple, ordinary people.

Cheng Feng's speech also incorporated rhetorical devices, focusing on describing this element.

To place the final patch on the spirit of the Hong Sect disciples.

Of course, this was also preliminary; to implement it, one had to wait until these things were truly realized so that everyone could see, believe, and witness them.

At this moment, Cheng Feng had no other choice but to use the tactic of painting a big picture. After all, he had never held a leadership role, let alone had any practical experience. All his knowledge regarding leadership came solely from books and movies. Yet, surprisingly, these limited bits of knowledge produced quite a good effect on this group of Hong Sect disciples before him.

At the very least, for now, the disciples under his command already had a certain degree of identification with Cheng Feng and the Hong Sect.

At the same time, Cheng Feng also ordered Wang Hu to launch the Fine Salt sales plan.

This operation still had Wang Hu, Sun Gui, and Zhou Hai as the main force, with other disciples responsible for assisting.

The corpses in the underground cave were about to be cleared, at which point Eight Hundred could be arranged to act as an Offering.

Only when facing emergency missions or fierce battles with Skin Refining Martial Artists would he use Eight Hundred, this cold and ruthless killing machine.

For a long time, Eight Hundred had been working diligently for Cheng Feng, which was simply a waste of talent. He had once intended to have Eight Hundred guard the gate, but now that Cheng Feng was personally sitting in command, it was naturally no longer needed.

Furthermore, within this month, Cuier and Xiaohua were about to give birth.

Cheng Feng was also very curious about what kind of changes the two women's childbirth would bring to his Panmian.

Would it still be a robot like Eight Hundred? Or would there be other gains?

Cheng Feng currently still hoped for robots like Eight Hundred.

Eight Hundred's strength was considered invincible at the Skin Refining level; it was only in the early Blood Refining Realm that its speed could not quite keep up.

But if they appeared in formation, just the bows and arrows alone could shoot across a considerable range.

This was simply a natural military sniper.

Just like the Qin arrow formations that unified the world in his past life.

Regardless of whether it was useful or not, he would have them shoot three volleys first.

That momentum, it was simply!!!