Martial Arts Across the Heavens: Becoming a Martial God Starting from the Big Boss in Tangshan

Chen Wen was about to say something when he heard this and suddenly had a thought.

"The Big Sword Squad?!"

Huang Feihong nodded, looked at the "Eight Blades of Breaking the Edge" in his hand again, and recalled the past, his face becoming very sad.

The Black Flag Army grew from two hundred men at the start of the uprising to tens of thousands at its peak!

But later, facing the combined harm of foreigners and mites, far too many people died.

As a result, fewer than a hundred members remain.

They could no longer even use the Black Flag Army's banner; they could only act as a local militia.

He knew perfectly well that this was humiliating, but what could he do?

With Lord Liu Yongfu transferred away, if their remaining forces were to continue resisting, it would only result in the death of their remaining brothers.

Looking at the familiar faces in the courtyard, Huang Feihong felt a deep sense of helplessness and regret.

He wasn't stupid; he could naturally see that Chen Wen was trying to win people over.

At first, he thought Chen Wen only valued the militia members because they were good fighters and wanted to recruit them as his henchmen.

But now it seems that this is not the case at all.

From redeeming people through government offices to investing in factory construction, and now to generously passing on these precious skills...

Why would they pay such a huge price just to support a group of thugs?

What this person is planning is probably something earth-shattering!

To be honest, Huang Feihong was terrified, fearing that Chen Wen would lead the remaining Black Flag Army to utter ruin.

But he neither stopped them nor exposed them.

The answer is simple.

These people, including himself... are the Black Flag Army!

Why did the Black Flag Army rise up? It was for rebellion! They were a righteous army!

What we are now facing is a cruel but unavoidable problem.

Should we continue as we are now, until our last bit of passion has cooled, our ambition has been worn away, and we waste our lives until death?

Should I stand up again, even if it means I'll die?

He couldn't make this decision for everyone, and he felt he couldn't shoulder this responsibility.

But he won't stop it.

Huang Feihong raised his head, looked deeply at Chen Wen, shook his head, and sighed.

That sigh contained too many complex emotions.

"Brother Chen, the Black Flag Army is now in your hands!"

After saying that, he didn't say anything more, turned around and left the factory with Aunt Thirteen.

"Master Huang, you..."

Chen Wen was taken aback, keenly sensing the unusual nature of Huang Feihong's words.

He's talking about the Black Flag Army!

Not a militia!

Yan Zhendong watched his retreating figure, frowned, and whispered:

"Womanly compassion! It fails to eradicate evil completely and instead causes harm!"

Chen Wen was not surprised, and his tone was indifferent.

"If he didn't have this compassion, he wouldn't be Wong Fei-hung."

"If everyone in this world were like you and me, that would be truly terrible."

Yan Zhendong was speechless at these words, glanced at Chen Wen, and looked somewhat speechless.

Who would evaluate themselves like that?

He paused, then asked:

"So what do we do now? Shall we strike first? The two of us are enough to uproot the Shahe Gang. If we do it cleanly, the authorities won't be able to find any trace of it."

Chen Wen did not answer immediately, but first looked at everyone and then glanced at Huang Feihong.

"It's easy to wipe out the Shahe Gang, but there are still the Water Snake Gang, the Evil Tiger Gang... and so on. There are so many evil people in this world that you and I can't kill them all."

"Only by getting more people to stand up! Only by making those evil people afraid will they dare not do evil!"

"Even if the two of us manage to wipe them out temporarily, it won't make much of a difference."

Yan Zhendong was taken aback at first, then seemed to understand something, slowly nodded, and said in a deep voice:

"I see."

A slight smile appeared on Chen Wen's face, and his tone became more relaxed:

"Of course, we're not just going to sit around waiting. At the very least, when it's time to settle accounts, we can't let those rats get away!"

……

Time passed day by day.

The militia members simply moved their bedding into the pharmaceutical factory, where they ate and slept.

During the day, they have a fixed job: manufacturing various medicines.

I practice my exercises every morning, evening, and during breaks without fail.

Under the guidance of three masters, Chen Wen, Yan Zhendong, and Huang Feihong, they had meat to eat at every meal and were well-nourished.

These people were veterans who had survived the Black Flag Army's massive force of ten thousand.

The elite among the elite!

Those with a good foundation and who have seen bloodshed have a different mindset.

With such luxurious instruction from master teachers and ample nutrition, their strength improved extremely rapidly.

Although it is not yet comparable to Chen Wen, Yan Zhendong, and Huang Feihong.

There is still a gap between him and Lin Shirong.

But if you put him in any martial arts school in Foshan, he would definitely be considered a top disciple who can hold his own!

The factory's operations were back on track.

At first, Chen Wen only prepared the most commonly used medicines, such as those for treating colds and fever, diarrhea, vitamins and calcium supplements, as well as penicillin.

They also specially manufactured many pain-relieving and hemostatic medicines.

These drugs were beyond the imagination of people in this era.

Even though Wong Fei-hung came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners and had profound medical knowledge, he was still incredibly amazed by the wonders of those medicines.

Chen Wen was also deeply moved.

Fortunately, he didn't just download martial arts manuals; he also downloaded a lot of miscellaneous books, otherwise he really wouldn't have been able to make these medicines.

It's a bit of a pity that the technology of this era was limited; otherwise, the medicine he could have made would have been even more unimaginable.

With these drugs, which can be called "miracle drugs," entering the market.

Before long, the topic of conversation in the streets and alleys of Foshan became more and more popular.

"Hey, have you heard? Baozhilin's 'Qingjie San' is incredibly effective at treating colds and fevers!"

"I had a cough for half a month, and after taking two packets, my throat felt better the next day!"

"That's right! I heard that Dr. Chen at that clinic is a close friend of Master Wong Fei-hung. Their medical skills are equally superb, and they're kind-hearted. They prescribe medicine cheaply, and often only charge one penny for a consultation!"

"That's not all! My brother back in the countryside had a terrible boil on his leg, it was so big it was the size of a bowl, he was almost dying. He used the medicine from their factory, and in just half a month, new flesh has already started growing!"

"The cost of the medicine isn't even as much as the errand fee for hiring a traditional Chinese medicine doctor for a house call in the past!"

"This isn't just a miracle doctor, this is a living Buddha reincarnated to save people from suffering!"

The people's word of mouth is more effective than any signboard.

Baozhilin Pharmaceutical Factory and Chen Wen's name quickly spread among the common people.

He can truly be described as a savior of countless lives and a living Buddha to all families!

The common people all know that Foshan has gained a miracle doctor whose medical skills are on par with Huang Feihong, and who is even more benevolent and generous than Huang Feihong!

He is both a miracle doctor and a living Buddha!

The owners of other local clinics and pharmacies were also very happy.

Because Chen Wen bought medicinal herbs from them, he also gave them a certain share of sales rights.

Moreover, Chen Wen also allowed them to sell some of the finished medicines on behalf of others. Although the profit margin was thin, it was still a reliable source of income.

They also gathered together to discuss it.

"Speaking of which... this Boss Chen isn't just blindly reckless."

"The medicinal herbs I get from him are reasonably priced. Although the profit margin on medicines sold on consignment is low, they sell quickly, so I don't tie up my capital."

Many shopkeepers couldn't help but nod in agreement.

When everyone first learned that Chen Wen had opened a clinic but didn't charge money, they all thought a newcomer had arrived and was going to ruin their business.

But later, Chen Wen was very sensible and took the initiative to approach them to discuss cooperation, and naturally, no one would turn down money.

Even so.

People were not optimistic about him, believing that his act of providing free medical care was misguided.

The factory will close down in a few days.

No one expected that he would not only successfully start the business, but also produce extremely effective medicine.

It's just a pity that I didn't earn much money.

Although Chen Wen gave them a share and allowed them to sell the factory's medicine, they had to sell it at the price he set.

If he's engaging in monopolistic practices, then raising prices on the spot is one thing.

But he did the opposite and set an extremely low price!

As a result, people couldn't help but complain.

"You've all seen how effective his medicine is! If we had the formula, or the pricing power, we'd earn way more than just this little bit of hard-earned money!"

"That's a business that could make you a fortune! But he's acting like a fool, insisting on setting the price so low!"

The oldest shopkeeper next to him slowly spoke up:

"The formula belongs to someone else, and the factory belongs to someone else. Huang Feihong is in cahoots with him; they've even put up the Po Chi Lam signboard."

"We're already doing well if we can at least get a share of the profits and make a decent living."

"What else do you want?"

"If we really push him too far, he'll find another way to get the medicinal herbs. With Wong Fei-hung helping him, we won't even be able to get a sip of this soup."

"Besides, Boss Chen has given us the opportunity to make money, hasn't he?"

"Foreigners come to buy medicine, we can set the price however we want!"

Everyone nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

That's right, they failed to make money from ordinary people, but they certainly made a lot from foreigners.

Foreigners are already wealthy, so they directly ask for prices dozens of times higher.

But when this matter is brought up, some people complain again.

"Foreigners aren't stupid either; some of them are even using proxy buyers these days!"

"This can't go on...sigh...should we go to the authorities?"

"It's inconvenient for us to intervene, but I'm sure the Admiral would be very happy to take this money!"