Chapter 14: Iron Needs Its Own Hardness
Damn it!
So, with Wu Feng's current identity as Hong Yi Straw Sandal, once he possessed more than 2 million in wealth, it was possible to invite a killing disaster?
It felt very inexplicable, but he still chose to believe his intuition.
Thinking about the plot of "God of Gamblers," he basically understood what the warning in his heart was about.
If he let the outside world feel that he was a capable gambler, all kinds of trouble would follow one after another.
Even the dignified "God of Gamblers" was just a puppet in the hands of some forces, and his family members were threatened from time to time. Wu Feng didn't want to be such an unlucky person.
Clearly, Hong Yi didn't have the ability to protect his safety.
Thinking more darkly, even within Hong Yi, there would be guys targeting him!
Not to mention anything else, since he and his cousin started, the relationship was obviously not as close as before.
It wasn't that the feelings were estranged, but that they didn't meet often, and didn't exchange thoughts as often as before, so the relationship naturally became a bit estranged.
Besides, his cousin had enough loyal underlings, and they had no friendship with Wu Feng.
As the only big shot Straw Sandal of Hong Yi, how could it be possible that these guys weren't jealous?
It was quite normal to say some strange things, and after a long time, who knew if his cousin would be affected?
Since he couldn't get rich through World Cup betting, he would take it slowly.
Anyway, the information about Hong Kong in the eighties in the novels he had read was quite comprehensive.
There were many ways to make money, and he could try them one by one slowly.
At the same time, Wu Feng also realized that he had to enhance his own strength.
Although he wasn't very interested in joining the society, he really needed the society's power to maintain his own interests, which was quite contradictory.
It wasn't that he wanted to develop the society's power, but that he must have a group of guys who could fight by his side as a deterrent.
In fact, Hong Yi's situation was a bit empty!
Shanghai Street belonged to the relatively prosperous street in Mong Kok, and the oil and water were indeed rich.
But the bottom-tier hoodlums who mixed here were all irritable and not very healthy.
To put it directly, there were not many who could fight!
I don't know what the previous Spokesperson Zhong Ye was thinking. Since he was a founding member of Hong Hing, why didn't he learn the essence of Hong Hing producing fighters?
Anyone who had seen movies often saw that the Hall Masters of Hong Hing had boxing gyms and the like, specifically used to train underlings who could fight.
Hong Yi didn't have its own boxing gym, and didn't even have a place specifically for fitness and exercise.
As for whether they could fight, it all depended on the self-consciousness of the underlings!
Damn, can you expect bottom-tier hoodlums to have a high degree of self-discipline, and be able to endure the red lights and green wines of Shanghai Street, and focus on exercising their bodies to improve their strength?
Even if such guys existed, they had to have corresponding economic strength.
If they didn't become Four-Nines who could guard venues, which bottom-tier hoodlum dared to say they had money?
Like Wu Feng, who was willing to issue living subsidies to the bottom-tier Blue Lanterns, it was quite rare among societies in Hong Kong, and could even be said to be unique.
That's right, for the bottom-tier of the society like Blue Lanterns, don't expect to have money to take.
The society issued wages, basically only giving Four-Nines, and it was pitifully small!
I don't know how much wages other society Four-Nines could get, but Hong Yi's normal monthly wage for society Four-Nines was only 800!
Damn, it's already 1986, and the monthly wage of ordinary workers in Hong Kong was over 3,000, but the normal monthly wage of Hong Yi society Four-Nines was only 800!
Honestly, if they were a bit frugal, there was absolutely no problem mixing for food and clothing.
But can you expect bottom-tier hoodlums to have a frugal lifestyle? That's just nonsense!
Now, Wu Feng not only issued wages to the Four-Nines under him, but also issued living subsidies to the relatively stable Blue Lanterns under him, which was 500 Hong Kong paper a month.
Even so, those relatively stable Blue Lanterns were grateful when they received the money.
It was because Wu Feng had the confidence to earn more decent money through other ways, otherwise he wouldn't dare to play like this, it was easy to become a target of public criticism.
Of course, when something really happened, he definitely wouldn't count on the bottom-tier hoodlums under him.
As long as they didn't scatter when they encountered trouble, Wu Feng was already very satisfied.
What he could count on right now was his own strength!
He hadn't transmigrated for long, and had joined Hong Yi for an even shorter time, but he had never slacked off in exercising.
He spent at least three to four hours exercising his body every day, making his own strength more powerful.
With the golden finger, he could see the direct effect of exercising, and naturally had more energy when exercising, and wouldn't feel bored at all.
Like military combat arts, he could only slowly improve his proficiency and power bit by bit.
But Hard Qigong could speed up the exercise effect through some special means.
For example, sandbag impact, high-pressure water gun flushing, etc., and then through massage to soothe tendons and bones, supplementing with medicinal cuisine and various high-nutrient foods to replenish the body's consumption.
Spending money like flowing water, it really confirmed that old saying: "Poor literature, rich martial arts!"
Fortunately, the progress bar displayed on the golden finger could be infinitely lengthened, making the progress after the decimal point, which was originally difficult to display, suddenly become very clear.
For example, if the original progress bar was only one meter, that point was one centimeter in length.
But if the progress bar was lengthened to one hundred meters, that point represented one meter in length, and many details could be seen clearly, and the progress that was not obvious originally was also very clear.
Of course, the existence of the golden finger progress bar didn't make Wu Feng too addicted to the so-called progress game.
In fact, the correct use of the golden finger was to guide whether the process of Wu Feng's cultivation was correct!
If the exercise method was correct, how much progress could be made every day was clear. But if the progress suddenly dropped, he had to think carefully about his exercise method. Where did the problem arise?
With the help of the golden finger, Wu Feng's Hard Qigong cultivation progress was fast!
When he just transmigrated, the progress bar representing Hard Qigong was at about 40%.
But after more than a month of high-intensity exercise, the progress right now had exceeded 50%!
That is to say, his own strength had made obvious progress, and Wu Feng could even sense it clearly.
At this time, if he were to fight Guanzaisen again, he estimated that he could resist several heavy punches from Guanzaisen and still maintain about 70% combat power. This was real progress.
Of course, he wouldn't be stupid enough to go to Guanzaisen to verify!
Wu Feng was looking forward to how strong his own strength could be if he could cultivate Hard Qigong to the 90% level!
As for whether he could cultivate to 100%, he didn't hold any hope!
Don't think that Hard Qigong was simple and easy to get started, so think that it wasn't very difficult to reach the ceiling.
No matter what kind of skill, reaching the peak level was not an easy thing.
On the contrary, military combat arts, although the progress speed was slow, it was easier to reach the peak level.
Idle words aside, Wu Feng extinguished the idea of betting heavily, and first focused on eating a wave of traffic from the World Cup, which was all golden Hong Kong paper.
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