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

In the south of the city, on an open space near the dock, the previously dilapidated warehouses have been renovated.

A brand new sign was hung up: Yiwen Pharmaceutical Factory.

Inside were newly made wooden frames, stone mortars, iron pots, and various machines, and the air was filled with a strong aroma of medicinal herbs.

As soon as it was light, a group of people gathered at the factory gate.

It was the group of militia brothers led by Lin Shirong.

"Boss!"

"We're here!"

Upon seeing Chen Wen, the members of the militia greeted him with clasped hands, their voices loud and clear, filled with heartfelt respect and a hint of eager anticipation.

For them, if it was just about finding a job to earn money, there were ways to do so, such as working at the Foshan docks, in shops, or even as a laborer in Southeast Asia.

But Chen Wen was different. He not only got them out of the government office, but also gave them a proper job that could support their families.

More importantly, Chen Wen promised to take revenge on them!

This filled them with a different kind of expectation for the young boss in front of them.

Lin Shirong stood at the very front, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and shouted in a strong voice:

"Boss!"

Chen Wen looked at him and joked:

"Brother Lin, you're giving up your butcher stall business? Coming to my factory, isn't that a waste of your talents?"

Lin Shirong chuckled and scratched the back of his head:

"My other brothers are looking after the butcher stall, so I won't starve. I'm mainly here to keep an eye on you, boss. Don't forget what you promised us!"

As he spoke, he deliberately winked.

Chen Wen laughed and patted him on the shoulder:

"Don't worry, I won't forget! I'm overjoyed that you could come."

"Perfect timing! You know the guys well, so from now on, the management of the factory workers and security will be in your hands!"

"Understood!" Lin Shirong straightened his chest and answered loudly, his face full of solemnity, as if he had received a military order.

He turned and roared at his brothers behind him:

"Did you all hear that? From now on, you all better be alert in the factory! Work hard for Boss Chen! If anyone tries to slack off and embarrass our militia, I, Pork Rong, will be the first to object!"

"Yes, Brother Rong!" the crowd responded in unison, their voices resounding loudly.

Just then.

A quick-witted figure squeezed through the crowd; it was Liang Kuan.

He looked somewhat uneasy, walked up to Chen Wen, and respectfully bowed.

"Boss Chen... I'd like to find some work here, but... would you take me in?"

He looked nervously at Chen Wen, then secretly glanced at Lin Shirong and the militia members beside him.

Chen Wen sized him up and smiled:

"Liang Kuan? He almost lost his life after messing with the Shahe Gang last time. Hasn't he learned his lesson and is looking for trouble again?"

Liang Kuan blushed and quickly waved his hand:

"No, no! Boss Chen, I really want to find a proper job! Last time, thanks to Brother Rong and all the other big brothers for saving me, I... I can't keep drifting like this."

"I heard you own a factory, so I thought I'd give it a try... I may not know anything about medicine, but I have plenty of strength!"

Chen Wen's smile faded, and he nodded:

"I welcome you if you're willing to come. However, in the pharmaceutical industry, strength alone isn't enough; you need meticulousness and a willingness to learn. From now on, you'll have to learn everything from scratch."

Upon hearing this, Liang Kuan was overjoyed and bowed repeatedly.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen! I will definitely study hard!"

The militia members actually had a pretty good impression of Liang Kuan.

Although the trouble last time was caused by him, it is a fact that the Shahe Gang has gone too far in bullying people.

Liang Kuan dared to pick up a pig's leg and smash it at someone in a critical moment; he's got guts.

In addition, he was good with words and knew how to get things done, so he quickly became familiar with the people in the militia.

Seeing that he had been accepted, some people smiled and beckoned him to join the line.

Huang Feihong, along with Aunt Thirteen and Toothbrush Su, also stepped forward to greet them.

Thirteenth Aunt said:

"Mr. Chen, congratulations on the opening of your factory! Wishing you great success and prosperity!"

Toothpick Su also stammered:

"Congratulations, Mr. Chen!"

"Thank you both," Chen Wen said with a smile in return.

Huang Feihong also came over.

He looked rather haggard, with bloodshot eyes, as if he were extremely tired.

Upon seeing his appearance, Chen Wen couldn't help but ask:

"Master Huang, what's wrong with you?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at Aunt Thirteen.

These two are probably still in the ambiguous stage, right? Besides, Wong Fei-hung himself is a doctor, so he shouldn't be so lacking in self-control.

Huang Feihong looked at Chen Wen with a resentful and somewhat complicated expression in his eyes:

"Brother Chen, those books you recommended... I asked Shaojun to find translated versions for me, and I read them all night... Sigh."

"I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. The book's descriptions... were shocking, yet... thought-provoking."

Chen Wen finally understood why Huang Feihong was like this, and he was quite moved.

He had barely finished speaking when the other person immediately found a book and began reading it seriously. He truly lived up to his reputation as Wong Fei-hung.

A rare enlightened individual in this era.

This further proves that this person is worth the effort he puts into winning over.

"It seems Master Huang has truly grasped the meaning of this text. But if one wishes to gain a deeper understanding of why the world is the way it is, why people's hearts are the way they are, and what the root causes are…"

He paused, as if suddenly remembering something, and then reached into his pocket and pulled out a book, handing it over.

"You might want to take a look at this one."

Huang Feihong took it subconsciously. The paper was of excellent quality, smooth to the touch, and definitely not the Xuan paper or bamboo paper commonly seen today.

The cover features two bold, large characters: "Das Kapital"!

The font was a typeface he had never seen before; many strokes were simplified, but he could still roughly recognize it.

He opened the title page, and the words inside were surprisingly small, yet incredibly clear and tightly arranged.

However, it wasn't the usual right-to-left or top-to-bottom order.

Instead, they are arranged horizontally from left to right.

This book... is so strange!

Everything about it—the paper, the printing, the font—exudes a strangeness.

"Brother Chen, your book..." Huang Feihong raised his head, his gaze towards Chen Wen filled with even more surprise and inquiry.

Chen Wen waved his hand casually:

"Don't worry about the details; the content is what matters. Master Huang can study it at his leisure when he has time."

He changed the subject, asking half-jokingly.

"By the way, Master Huang, you see, my factory has just opened, and we're short-handed. Especially lacking a knowledgeable manager. Would you be interested in coming and 'working' here?"

Wong Fei-hung was taken aback by his abrupt change of thought, then smiled wryly:

"Brother Chen, you're too kind. I'm already busy enough with the Baozhilin business."

"You borrowed Ah Kai to take over your clinic, and Shi Rong brought so many brothers over too. Po Chi Lam is practically empty. If I don't keep an eye on things, the ancestral master's reputation might fall into my hands."

"Brother Chen, you've really drained me dry!"

Chen Wen laughed heartily:

"Then let's merge! You can contribute your prestigious Po Chi Lin brand and your medical expertise as capital, and our pharmaceutical factory will instantly become famous! What do you say?"

Huang Feihong pondered for a moment, then shook his head:

"This matter... let me think about it some more."

He suddenly remembered something and asked.

"By the way, Brother Chen, you made the prescription public and opened this pharmaceutical factory, which caused quite a stir. Haven't the other clinics and pharmacies in Foshan reacted much? Has no one come looking for trouble?"