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

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The owners of various pharmacies and clinics quickly discussed the matter and reached a consensus.

Chen Wen has a money-making machine in his hands, but he doesn't give them the opportunity to make money, so they shouldn't blame him.

Besides, this guy is an outsider! He's a Yankee!

This money should definitely be earned by their own people!

Soon, someone took action and quickly approached Admiral Fucha.

"...Sir, that's the situation."

"That Chen Wen, he partnered with Huang Feihong to open a pharmaceutical factory. The medicine is very effective and sells for a very low price. Now the people almost worship him like a living Buddha."

"The remaining members of the Black Flag Army that he took in before were all put to work in the factory. They worked during the day, and you could hear them practicing martial arts from morning till night. They practiced like they were using techniques on the battlefield. I'm afraid his intentions are..."

Upon hearing this familiar name, Admiral Fucha was suddenly taken aback:

Chen Wen?

The one who recently gave himself a string of fine pearls to redeem the rioting militia?

Chen Wen did indeed say he wanted to open a factory back then.

He treated it as a regular business transaction and casually said he would take care of it.

I never expected... that it would cause such a big commotion in such a short time?

He put down his teacup and leaned forward slightly.

"You said his pharmaceutical factory...is very profitable?"

The shopkeeper opposite, observing the situation, quickly said excitedly:

"That's right! Sir, don't be fooled by the low price of his medicine; so many people are buying it!"

"Moreover, the prices for doing business with foreigners are calculated separately, but even just the goods supplied by our few companies are worth at least several thousand taels of silver!"

Upon hearing this, Admiral Fucha couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Several thousand taels of silver? How long has his factory been open? And it's just a few of your factories?"

"Looks like I underestimated him!"

As the governor, he amassed a fortune in Foshan, but didn't make much money; he had to give most of it to those guys in the capital.

Chen Wen's factory has only been open for a short time, yet he's already earning several thousand taels!

If we let him continue operating like this, it will be faster than a money-making factory!

This is more than just a piece of fat!

It's a real gold mine!

"Okay, okay!"

Admiral Fucha paused, then suddenly stood up and said excitedly:

"I didn't expect there to be such a good factory here."

"I am very pleased and must go see for myself... I have some things to say to Manager Chen in person!"

……

On the other side, there was a trading post where foreigners lived.

Jason from the United States and Viggs from the United States sat facing each other.

The relationship between the two countries was already extremely close, and they came to China together to plunder.

Especially after what happened last time, they have become quite familiar with each other.

The two people sat together, and on the table in front of them were several packets of medicine, all labeled with the words "Baozhilin Pharmaceutical Factory".

Jason picked up a small amount of the hemostatic powder, rubbed it between his fingertips, then brought it close to his nose and smelled it, his eyes filled with disbelief:

"Damn it... these savages with pig tails, they can actually make something like this?"

"Its medicine is even more effective than ours!"

"This requires extremely sophisticated chemical knowledge and purification processes... How did they manage to do it?"

Wiggs' expression was equally surprised, but more so somber.

"I've had someone inquire about it. The person in charge of this pharmaceutical factory isn't Wong Fei-hung, but another Chinese man named Chen Wen."

"Moreover, that person had short hair and wore a dress, and it was said that he had been sold as a piglet, but somehow escaped back."

"A piglet? One that escaped back?" Jason paused, then his expression changed slightly. "Doesn't that mean... many people will know the truth about overseas 'recruitment'?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Viggs scoffed, his face full of disdain. "Those lowlifes will only fool themselves. We'll never have too many pigs!"

Jason thought for a moment, his expression softened, and he chuckled as well:

"You're right. However, it's still not very pleasant that such a clever fellow has emerged from among the lower classes."

"Intelligent? Who said it was his own intelligence?" Viggs put down his glass, leaned forward, and stared sharply.

"Jason, think about it, a piglet who escaped back home, suddenly mastering such advanced pharmaceutical technology in such a short time? Is that even possible?"

Jason frowned:

"However, I've consulted our doctors and chemists, and we simply can't replicate the formulas for these drugs; our technology and expertise are far inferior!"

"No, my friend, you're too kind." Viggs suddenly shook his head, a cruel smile appearing on his face.

"There's only one truth!"

"This lowly pig has stolen our great Western medical formula!"

Jason instinctively wanted to refute these words.

He has already said that not only them, but the entire West cannot produce those medicines.

How could it be that the other party stole it?

But before he could finish speaking, he saw the glint in Viggs' eyes and quickly realized what was happening.

The doubt on his face was quickly replaced by greed and excitement, and his eyes lit up:

"Ah! Yes! Mr. Wiggs, you've reminded me!"

"Without a doubt, this despicable thief stole our secrets! This is a serious theft and a provocation against the civilized world!"

"Exactly!" Viggs smiled with satisfaction.

"We don't need to take action ourselves. We should formally protest and negotiate with the imperial court, demanding that they immediately apprehend the thief and hand over all the stolen formulas and techniques!"

"And that factory as compensation!"

"Of course, this incompetent court must also pay us a reasonable sum of compensation for its poor oversight and tolerance of theft!"

Jason immediately smiled and nodded repeatedly.

"That's right, that's right, those pig-tails have already signed so many treaties with us!"

"I'll definitely accept this one!"

"Come on, let's wish each other to become the world's top billionaires!"

The two men exchanged a glance, then simultaneously raised their glasses, seemingly already envisioning the new treaty.

……

Night was falling.

The streets and alleys where Po Chi Lam was located fell silent, with only the occasional distant sound of the night watchman striking his clapper.

Several shadowy figures crept up to the wall of Baozhilin's backyard, the leader of whom had a fierce scar on his face.

It was Qiu Ba, the leader of the Shahe Gang.

He glanced at the Po Chi Lam signboard, then at the thugs behind him, and whispered:

"Is the kerosene ready?"

The group of thugs immediately nodded vigorously:

"Don't worry, boss! Today we'll turn Wong Fei-hung into roast chicken!"

Looking at the things his men had brought, Qiu Ba couldn't help but say:

"Those disciples of Wong Fei-hung, and that damned fake foreigner... they made me get beaten up, locked up for days, and cost me so much money to get out!"

"They all deserve to die!"

A henchman with a pointed face and monkey-like features muttered under his breath:

"Boss, isn't that official in the yamen our backer? Why do we still need to spend money...?"

"You know nothing!" Qiu Ba slapped him on the back of the head. "If you don't pay up, who will recognize you as their protector?"

"Anyway, all of this was caused by Wong Fei-hung and his accomplice!"

He paused, a greedy glint flashing in his eyes.

"I've found out everything. That fake foreigner named Chen Wen runs a pharmaceutical factory that's making a fortune, he's rolling in money! Perfect, let's settle both the old and new scores! Have the people from the factory gone yet?"

Another shadowy figure nodded and lowered his voice:

"Got it! Boss, as you instructed, once the fire starts here and the signal is given, we'll act over there and seize the machines and medicine in the chaos!"

Qiu Ba grinned menacingly, revealing his yellowed teeth:

"Alright! Wong Fei-hung, tonight we'll burn down your lair! Light the fire!"