No one resisted.

Wen Hong's method of beating a stick and giving a sweet jujube is already very familiar after three times.

Every beggar's nest has such a thorn, with hands, feet and brute force, but begging as a job, and even breaking the hands and feet of young children as a tool to make money, as a beggar.

That is, the beggars in the real sense, far less magnificent and upright than in martial arts novels, and the national pioneer.

On the contrary, you can see too much sin in it.

However, the beggars of this era, especially in the place of Shanghai Tang, are a little different.

The more chaotic the world, the more likely it is for a good person who has no power or power to be ruined and become a beggar who dies on the street at an unknown time.

Wen Hong asked himself if he was a good person, but he also wanted to do something.

But to donate money and land like a great sage is too bad for him.

Therefore, he planned to open that abandoned steel mill, which could also be borrowed to cultivate the Seven Heavens of Ice and Fire.

After spending some time to "borrow" a start-up capital from various banks, and then taking the land of the steel mill and signing the title deed, Wen Hong made another difficulty.

Nobody.

He didn't do this himself, although he found a few people who had worked in steel mills before to be employees, but there were still too few.

So, he turned his attention to these beggars all over Shanghai.

He was kind too.

Take silver dollars as a settlement fee, and those beggars who oppress the good are killed, and then change their lives, isn't it too much?

Although the work of the steelmaking mill is heavier, there is food and drink, there is also a place to live, and a monthly salary is paid.

At least he can save his life and save some money, Wen Hong feels that he is really good to these people.

As for what is in charge of the power of killing others, endlessly and so on, it is completely out of the scope of consideration, and it is the norm for three hundred and sixty-five days to rotate.

He's not here to be charitable!

……

After a few months of work, the equipment in the steel mill was repaired and equipped, and the factory buildings and houses were built.

Wen Hong did not delay, so he thought about opening.

There was no grand opening ceremony, and he didn't have any friends in this world, so he invited the charter man and the charter wife to have a light meal, and the employees of the whole factory invited them to have a big meal, and it officially began.

Smoke billowed and flew out of the chimney.

A large amount of ore was pulled into the factory by carts, and there were carts pulling truckloads of goods to the outside world, I don't know where it was going.

No one even really knows what the cargo is.

In this way, life seems to settle down.

Wen Hong has rarely been so stable, every day is either practicing or practicing, and there is no fighting.

In the morning, I played the heart Liuhe fist several times, calmed my mind and felt Qi, and used the ten kinds of kung fu to exercise the dantian recorded in the national art record, such as bumping, hugging, folding, and hitting, and cultivating myself.

In the morning, I was in the steelmaking workshop, next to the boiling molten iron, concentrating on the exercises.

Swallowing and scorching heat, transporting the internal force of ice and fire, the skin and flesh are all strengthening, and it seems that there is going to be a new transformation.

At noon, it is a meal, and the food is fine, there are staple foods such as brown rice and white noodles, there are meat and vegetarian foods that are eaten by the monarch and ministers, as well as medicinal food, ingesting the subtleties of the water valley, hiding them in the body, and strengthening the true essence.

In the afternoon, it is time to practice boneless jiu-jitsu, combining crystal meditation and Wuyue true form to tap the potential of flesh and blood and develop the spirit of the mind.

In the evening, eat again, but less, and practice the Yijin Sutra again.

The subtleties of the ingested water valley were all transported and turned into the internal force of the easy muscles, but it was not hidden in the lower dantian, which was already the location of the seven heavenly forces of ice and fire.

The internal force of the Yijin Sutra is now hidden in the five internal organs, moving with the heartbeat, bubbling and flowing, feeding back the innate Qi of the Jiang Palace.

After practicing again, Wen Hong recalled the Taoist Sutra over and over again, wanting to transform the Yijin Sutra so that it would be more in line with the tempering of the innate Qi.

It's just that it's a lot of work and it takes some time.

In this way, time gradually passed, and summer was about to pass in a blink of an eye.

On the afternoon of this day, Wen Hong was practicing boneless jiu-jitsu, and his whole person was like a rubber band, twisting and stretching wantonly, and he had a spring-like toughness.

As soon as it was collected and released, the air was exploding, and the strong force seemed to be able to smash the wall.

"Factory Director!"

Someone outside suddenly called out to him.

"What's the matter, come in and tell me."

Wen Hong's whole posture was retracted, he stood in place, and slowly exhaled a breath.

This breath was extremely long, like a white match, which did not disperse for a long time, and the middle-aged man who came in was shocked for a while, and it seemed that he couldn't speak.

This middle-aged man has also heard others tell stories.

The sword immortal in the book, isn't that the means?

Accumulate qi into a pill, fly out like a sword, and take people's heads for thousands of miles!

He remembered the day when he saw the factory director trying to hold the giant ice for a morning without stiffening, but turned the giant ice into hot water.

Director......

That's an immortal!

Wen Hong was stunned by this person, and said, "What's the matter, hurry up." ”

"Oooh!"

Only then did the middle-aged man come back to his senses, and he organized the following language: "Factory director, there are dozens of patrols outside, and they are from the concession!" ”

"Oh?"

Wen Hong raised his eyebrows: "British Concession? French Concession? Or a public concession? ”

"Both." The middle-aged man replied, "It seems that it is a joint visit, and I have seen several white-skinned devils." ”

"These people are stupid."

Wen Hong smiled: "At this time, you came to my side to investigate?" It's slow enough. ”

He walked ahead and said, "I'll take a look." ”

In the open space of the steelmaking plant, dozens of patrols lined up, all of them were equipped with guns or spears, and the elixir was loaded.

Some even brought grenades.

At the head were three senior patrolmen, two white and one yellow.

It's just that listening to the yellow man's scolding tone at this time, it seems that he is not a Chinese, but a ......

"Dongying devil?"

With a cold snort, Wen Hong walked out of the factory.

He was still the same robe, he had never changed, walked in front of these patrols, and said coldly: "Who allowed you to come?"

"Mr. Wen, we are here to inform you that you are now involved in several extremely bad incidents and have major suspicions, and we are here to summon you."

A blonde-haired white senior patrolman stood in front of Wen Hong, pointed at him with his left hand, and said arrogantly: "I advise you to cooperate well, otherwise, we have the right to make some not-so-beautiful actions." ”

Click!

"Ahh

Suddenly the screams rang out.

The blonde white man's left hand was gone.

It fell to the ground, was trampled under Wen Hong's feet, ran over, and said, "I hate when people point at me casually, especially you guys who can't figure out how to carry yourself." ”

Wen Hong glanced around.

He is too tall, even these two white people who grew up drinking milk and eating beef are only 1.8 meters, and the Dongying devil is even shorter, only a little more than 1.6 meters.

Compared to Wen Hong, it is simply the difference between giants and dwarves.

The aura of terror came to the scene.

Click!

The gun is loaded.

In an instant, dozens of guns were aimed at Wen Hong.