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

When faced with Huang Feihong's question, Chen Wen simply spread his hands:

"I've said it before: we need to open a pharmaceutical manufacturing plant for large-scale, professional production!"

"Using proven formulas, and manufacturing methods that are more effective and simpler!"

"At that time, the number of people we can save will no longer be limited to this one street or one city, but could even be the whole country or the whole world!"

"This is the real way to heal more people!"

He paused for a moment, then looked directly into Wong Fei-hung's eyes:

"I'd like to ask you to collaborate with me!"

Wong Fei-hung was completely stunned by these words, his mind buzzing.

A pharmaceutical factory? Like those spinning mills and weaving mills, but producing medicine?

Are life-saving medicines being mass-produced on an assembly line like commodities?

This completely overturned his understanding of medicine after half a lifetime of practice.

Shouldn't medicine be carefully formulated and prepared by doctors according to each patient's specific condition?

He shook his head instinctively:

"Brother Chen, there are many skilled doctors in Foshan. You can go to them. I'm afraid I'm not up to the task."

Chen Wen shook his head, but his tone was very certain.

"There are many doctors, and of course there are some who are more experienced and renowned than you, but what I need is more than just professional expertise."

"I need a sense of responsibility, compassion, and the courage and boldness to break with convention and embrace new things."

"Even if you take all these factors into account, you may not be the most perfect, but for now, you're the only one I can choose."

Huang Feihong felt a little uncomfortable upon hearing this.

But he can understand.

Compared to other doctors in the city, he was already considered quite enlightened.

Chen Wen disregarded Huang Feihong's feelings and spoke again:

"In fact, I opened my clinic opposite Po Chi Lam so that you could see it with your own eyes and experience it for yourself."

"I originally intended to help you understand the reasons gradually. But... time waits for no one."

"I have more important things to do, and I don't have that much time. So, I need you to make a decision to work with me as soon as possible."

"If we work together, even if we can't save everyone in the world, we can save one more person, and that's one more!"

Huang Feihong stood there, his heart churning with turbulent emotions.

Shock, confusion, hesitation—all sorts of emotions were mixed together, leaving his mind in chaos.

The vision Chen Wen painted was so grand that it made him dizzy, and the goal of saving the world resonated with his own deepest ideals.

However, this method is too bizarre, too subversive, and takes too big a step.

It was so great that he felt an instinctive fear and resistance.

Behind the door may lie a bright path, or it may lead to an unpredictable abyss.

Can he really shoulder this responsibility?

Toothpick Su was completely dumbfounded. He stared at Chen Wen, then at his master.

I have absolutely no idea how the topic suddenly jumped from "seeing a doctor for a penny" to "opening a factory to save the world".

That's a huge leap!

Aunt Thirteen, however, seemed to be deep in thought.

She had seen factories abroad, witnessed the roar of machines and the production scenes of assembly line operations, and heard about the efficiency improvements and cost reductions brought about by standardized products.

Hearing Chen Wen's idea now, I still find it incredible.

But at least the concept of 'industrialized production' itself is not unfamiliar.

She nodded slightly and whispered:

"Feihong, the method Chen Wen mentioned is indeed very common abroad. If it can really be used in pharmaceuticals, it might really bring about a big change, just as he said."

Although Yan Zhendong was confused by what he heard, he grasped the core idea.

Produce more medicine to save more lives!

If it could really be done... wouldn't that be an immense act of merit?

It's far more meaningful than killing a few bad guys!

His eyes were filled with shock as he looked at Chen Wen again.

Huang Feihong's inner struggle intensified.

Thirteen's words made him realize that what Chen Wen said was not entirely a fantasy.

This made him even more confused.

Finally, he took a deep breath, solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute to Chen Wen, his face filled with a complex and indescribable expression:

"Brother Chen, what you have said is far too important. I need time to consider it. This matter concerns the very foundation of medicine and the health of countless patients. Please forgive me for not being able to give you an answer at this time."

"Sigh..." Chen Wen sighed softly, a hint of expected helplessness on his face.

He knew things wouldn't be that simple.

Huang Feihong was open-minded and willing to accept new things, but deep down he was also deeply influenced by tradition and had a strong conservative side.

This is true for most people in this era.

On the one hand, they are forced by external forces to open their eyes to the world, while on the other hand, they instinctively cling to old ideas and rules.

Those who can truly open their eyes wide, see the direction clearly, and move forward.

Very few.

This is a limitation of the times, and also a limitation of the individual.

But he did not give up or get discouraged.

Chen Wen withdrew his hand, his tone returning to its previous calm:

"Master Huang, I've made things clear to you. Regardless of whether you ultimately agree to cooperate, I'm determined to set up the factory!"

"My original plan was to leverage your 'Baozhilin' brand name. By using your reputation and credibility as a guarantee, people would be more likely to trust the medicines we produce, and it would save us a lot of effort in promoting them."

"Since you're unwilling now, then forget it. Reputation and trust can be built up gradually."

"However, I have one more request."

"I run a factory and need a lot of workers, preferably people who know some pharmacology."

"The militia members are often taught by you, so it couldn't be more fitting."

"I want to recruit them for work; the pay is excellent. You shouldn't object to that anymore, right?"

Huang Feihong was stunned again, and subconsciously wanted to shake his head.

Although those brothers in the militia are now unemployed, they were once soldiers. How can we send them to work in factories?

This……

"Master!" Ling Yunkai had just returned with his men to fetch medicine when he heard this. His eyes lit up and he couldn't help but speak up.

"Master Chen is hiring the militia brothers for work! That's great!"

"Everyone's livelihood will be secured!"

He quickly turned to look at Wong Fei-hung, knowing there were some things he couldn't say more about.

But if the militia members could work in factories, then Wong Fei-hung wouldn't have to work so hard to subsidize them!

Huang Feihong was stunned when he heard this.

Yes, just yesterday he was still worried about the livelihood of the militia. Almost all of Baozhilin's income went into it, and they were still struggling to make ends meet.

If the brothers of the militia can really go to work, that would be a great thing!

It can solve their difficulties and also relieve themselves of the increasingly heavy burden on their shoulders.

But for some reason, a strange feeling arose in his heart.

This seems a bit of a coincidence?

How did the other side know so much about his militia?

But in any case, the proposal itself is a genuinely good thing for them.

Although Wong Fei-hung was traditional and conservative in his thinking, he was by no means ignorant of reason or indifferent to the lives of others.

He knew that this was indeed a good thing.

"I won't stop you. If you really want to hire them, you can talk to them yourself. As long as they're willing, I have nothing to say."

After saying this, Wong Fei-hung seemed to have exhausted his strength, or perhaps he was eager to get rid of the unsettling scene and conversation.

He clasped his hands in a fist salute to Chen Wen again, his voice weary:

"Brother Chen, I'll take my leave now."

Then, without saying another word, he turned around and hurriedly returned to Po Chi Lam.

Watching Huang Feihong and his group leave.

Chen Wen sighed softly:

"Sigh, good things often come with difficulties."

Yan Zhendong's expression still showed some resentment:

"That Wong Fei-hung is so ungrateful! You think so highly of him, and he's making all sorts of excuses!"

"There are plenty of doctors out there, why do we have to go to him? We might be able to get things done more easily if we find someone who knows what's good for us."

Chen Wen shook his head:

"That's not how it works. As things stand, Wong Fei-hung is indeed my best choice."

"Let's wait a bit longer. We can try to find other partners. Of course, if Wong Fei-hung changes his mind, that would be the best."

Yan Zhendong was, after all, just a subordinate who took money. Since the boss had said so, he naturally wouldn't say anything more.

But then I suddenly remembered something else and asked:

"Boss, you just said you needed to hire workers, but it doesn't necessarily have to be Wong Fei-hung's men, does it? Are you trying to use hiring to indirectly pressure or persuade him to cooperate?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Wen smiled slightly, nodded, and then shook his head.

Yes and no.

"That is indeed one aspect of the consideration."

"On the other hand... Master Yan, do you know exactly who those 'military groups' under Huang Feihong are?"

"Military groups?" Yan Zhendong frowned, and said without hesitation, "They exist in various places. Most of them are funded by local gentry and wealthy people who recruit guards."

"They're good at guarding the house and patrolling, but they're not very useful in real trouble. They're just a rabble."

Chen Wen smiled, but there was a peculiar meaning in his smile:

"Ordinary militias are indeed as you say. But the ones under Wong Fei-hung are quite different."

"They are Liu Yongfu's Black Flag Army!"