Wang Yan comforted the people who regretted the dirty and messy environment, and gave an inspiring and passionate speech, which rekindled everyone's hope for the future.
Then we organized everyone to allocate rooms, provide water and electricity, and clean up the entire fortress, which took quite a few days.
In a large room that had been cleared, Wang Yan stood in the middle. Sitting around him were Gong Baosen, Ding Lianshan, and a group of veterans in medicine and martial arts, the backbone of his team, a group of family members with greater prestige, as well as Ip Man, Zhou Qingquan and others. Behind him stood Ma San and other disciples of each family.
It's no use just giving a speech. You have to make clear arrangements for the people present.
"Everyone knows what you said before. Now we need to be practical and come up with a set of rules. Everyone followed you here because they trust you. You can't let everyone down." A senior martial artist shouted.
Everyone looked at Wang Yan in the field, waiting for his answer.
After looking around, Wang Yan bowed and said, "Senior Zhou is right. These juniors all know it. Everyone here also knows what kind of person I am. I certainly can't lie to you."
"To be honest, there are tens of thousands of us here, and we need to eat and live. We're definitely going to have a hard time in the beginning. But once we get through this... we'll definitely have delicious food and drinks in the future."
Wang Yan told everyone about his ideas, what he wanted to do, and what level he could achieve. He immediately fooled the group of people and they were fascinated by what he said.
Cruelly interrupting everyone's fantasy, Wang Yan shouted, "Brother Quan!"
Zhou Qingquan, who was sitting beside him, stood up and said, "Ayan, go ahead."
"Brother Quan, you should lead the business, contact your old connections, and set up the stall again. The early stages are all dependent on you, Brother Quan."
"Don't worry, Ayan, there's no problem."
Wang Yan nodded, asked Zhou Qingquan to sit down, and then said to the family members beside him, "Go back and do a detailed count of the family population, including men, women, elderly, and children, how many there are, what their ages are, and so on. We will build our own factory in a while, and we will try to make sure everyone has jobs. The children's education is also a big deal and can't be delayed. Once the count is done, I will send someone to invite some gentlemen over."
The family representatives nodded repeatedly. What Wang Yan said were all their concerns, and now they were basically resolved.
Looking at the several veteran Chinese medicine practitioners and the people who had been at the base, Wang Yan made arrangements and said, "Seniors, please set up a health center first. With so many people here, it's inevitable that they'll have headaches and fevers. Treat the families, and when there's nothing else, just continue with your original work. Later, choose a location and gather what's needed."
The original task involved researching and improving those medicinal formulas, as well as collaborating with Gong Baosen and his team on developing efficient and simple bodybuilding methods. When Wang Yan assigned these people to Aomen, they had already reorganized themselves. The older generation of medical and martial artists, along with the younger generation, split into two groups, each conducting their own research. They were supposed to complement each other, and they occasionally communicated with each other, which was a small improvement.
The Traditional Chinese Medicine group remained silent, and the elder leading the group nodded to show that they understood.
"Master Gong, please remain as usual." After receiving a nod of affirmation, Wang Yan said to Gong Baosen, "Seniors from the north and south are all here. This is a major matter that benefits both the country and the people. Please take care of it."
Gong Baosen and his companions all nodded in agreement. They were old and frail, and this was the only thing they could do.
The team was led by Li Qiankun, Jin Shanzhao, and others. Li Qiankun did not return home due to the domestic situation and his family's stance, and followed Wang Yan here. Jin Shanzhao was simply unlucky, having suffered injuries no worse than Wang Yan, but he managed to make it to the top of the team.
Wang Yan said to them, "The team cannot be dispersed. Stay alert at all times. We are not safe yet. As for those who come from unknown backgrounds, try to control them as much as possible and don't kill them directly. Also, keep training. Don't practice what I taught you. Pick up your own martial arts. There are so many seniors here. Ask for their advice."
Seeing them nod in agreement, Wang Yan said to everyone, "That's basically it. Do you have any other questions?"
Everyone fell silent and no one spoke.
After a while, an old man hesitated and said, "Can we... can we go back?"
Hearing this, the others were shocked and looked at Wang Yan with hope in their eyes.
"Yes." Wang Yan knew that the deep-rooted love for his hometown was not something that could be easily changed by words. Leaving one's hometown was not a pleasant experience. After a moment's hesitation, Wang Yan said, "Once the domestic situation stabilizes, you can return if you wish."
After two years when they develop, it will be hard to say whether these people are still willing to leave after comparing the two.
After saying this, Wang Yan announced the disbanding: "That's it for now. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me. Everyone, get busy first."
Watching everyone disperse, Wang Yan sat down and took a few sips of tea. He talked for a long time and his mouth was dry.
"Master Gong, is there anything you're not used to here?" With only close friends left in the room, Wang Yan put down his teacup and said, "I'll do my best to resolve it."
Gong Baosen waved his hand and smiled, "Nothing's unusual. Everything's fine, everything's fine." Gong Er and Wang Yan had always been in love, and his old Gong family had passed on the family line. Although Ma San wasn't quite as good, he had changed considerably with age. He spent his days studying martial arts with his old friends and teaching his disciples in his spare time. Now that he was on the verge of a peaceful life, although his conditions weren't great, he didn't have to worry all day. He couldn't be happier.
It was getting late, so Wang Yan chatted with them for a while and then left.
The others didn't have anything for him to worry about; they were all doing well. Besides, they'd known each other for years, and they all knew who he was. If there was something he hadn't kept to himself, he'd have told him long ago.
Ip Man's fate had been transformed. His wife and children were all well, and he had never suffered any hardship or hardship. During his time in Macau, Ip Man spent his days discussing martial arts with a group of veteran martial artists. The veterans were forthright, sharing their unique skills with Ip Man without reservation.
He might not have experienced the same fate, but Ip Man was still Ip Man. He had developed his own methods based on what Wang Yan had compiled. His goals differed from Wang Yan's: Wang Yan's was to kill, while his was to fight. So, aside from the lower lethality, everything else was fine. It didn't cause any significant damage to the body, and it basically didn't shorten his lifespan.
But what saddened him was that when he was training the troops, he had passed this set of skills on to Wang Yan's men. After learning it, they praised it, but they never saw it practiced again. There was nothing he could do. Wang Yan's men had practiced it for so many years, and they had killed so many people that their killing intent was strong. They had become accustomed to the deadly, if-you-die-I-die approach.
This is also why Wang Yan told them not to practice anymore, because they will basically be retired in a few years, and practicing something steady and self-cultivating will help them live a few more years.
Ma San was already in his forties, with a slew of children. After years of serving Gong Baosen, his kung fu had improved considerably, becoming considerably stronger than when he was thirty, and possessing the air of a martial arts master. Of course, he had challenged Wang Yan numerous times, but he had never lasted more than three moves. He knew he would never defeat Wang Yan, so whether he submitted or not was a matter of course.
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The fortress had been abandoned for a long time, and the living quarters were generally not very good. Wang Yan's place was just a little bigger, not much better than the others. There weren't many of them now, so compared to the 40,000 or 50,000 people who lived there in history, it was quite spacious.
When they returned to the clean and tidy house, they saw Wang Zhilan and Gong Ji running around the house, yelling. Gong Er was putting things away, glancing at them from time to time.
Gong Ji is now five years old and has always been taken care of by Gong Er. This child has always been easy to deal with and relatively quiet. Gong Baosen does not bother the child, but just plays with him for a while when he has nothing to do, enjoying the family happiness.
Wang Zhilan is now four years old. Gong Baosen said that she is just like Gong Er when she was little, making a lot of noise all day long. This is why she is taking care of Gong Ji, because she is the eldest.
Seeing Wang Yan coming in, Wang Zhilan screamed "Ah" and flew over. Wang Yan caught her steadily and spun her around twice amidst the child's giggles. Gong Ji, after calling out "Dad", just looked up at her.
Wang Yan put the pouting girl aside and picked up Gong Ji, spinning him around several times in the same way, but his movements were much more dramatic than before. Gong Ji pretended to be deep and didn't cry out, but he couldn't hide his grin.
After playing with the two children for a while and letting them clean up and get ready for bed, Wang Yan turned around and hugged Gong Er, who had been looking at him with a smile for a long time.
Gong Er leaned in Wang Yan's arms and asked, "Is everything settled?"
"That's about it. Let's wait and see the results. No matter how much I say, they'll be skeptical."
"Are you sure? I don't even dare to think about what you said."
"Don't worry, when have I ever lied to you? You like singing opera, don't you? Soon I will build a big stage for you so you can sing to your heart's content. It's a good time to practice now since you have nothing to do. Don't embarrass yourself later."
Feeling looked down upon, Gong Er snorted and said, "I'll wait for your big stage." After that, she pushed Wang Yan away and went to coax the child to sleep.
Wang Yan was thirty-five, and Gong Er, six years his junior, was twenty-nine. They were an old couple, with two children each, and sometimes they would play with their little daughter for fun.
Looking at Gong Er's pretty back with amusement, Wang Yan washed up, flipped through a book and started reading while leaning against the head of the bed.
This is an ancient thread-bound medical book, which he got from one of those old men. It's very old, so it's worth a lot of money now. If it's worth a lot in sixty or seventy years, it will be worth a lot more. He was halfway through his medical studies when he got into a war, and his brain was a mess. Now that he's basically at peace, he picked it up and continued studying.
After watching for a while, Gong Er coaxed the two children to sleep, washed up, and came back. There were people taking care of the children there, so they didn't have to worry about it in the middle of the night.
Gong Er took the book from Wang Yan's hand and put it aside. She climbed onto the horse and sat on Wang Yan's waist, feeling the little Wang Yan's body gradually becoming stronger. With a charming smile, Gong Er said, "Let's have another child."
Seeing that everything was peaceful now, she wanted to have another child to succeed Wang Yan. Wang Yan understood, it was all for his own good. Without saying anything, he turned over and pressed Gong Er under him...
In the following time, the walled city developed quietly, and no one cared about them, or perhaps they pretended not to see them.
Following Wang Yan's instructions, Zhou Qingquan, relying on his previous capital, led Wang Yan's men into shipping. With the money he earned, he gradually built factories around the walled city. These were low-tech projects, designed to support a large workforce. Life in the walled city improved significantly. He also bribed his connections at the police station and gradually obtained identification documents for the families.
At the same time, Wang Yan sent people north to find a number of teachers and bring them back to teach the children of school age in his family.
Inevitably, many local homeless people from Hong Kong Island and people from the north came here. Wang Yan did not drive them away, but settled them outside the walled city.
In 1946, after years of research, Gong Baosen and his team finally achieved results. Their conclusions revealed that a complete set of exercises takes approximately sixty minutes, activates most muscles, and can improve physical fitness and enhance offensive power through long-term practice. However, to achieve effective results, they still rely on traditional Chinese medicine formulas, which have yet to be refined, making them difficult to popularize.
This set of things is basically useless. If the average person has the strength to move around and stretch their arms and legs for an hour, they don't need to practice it. If you practice it in sections, it does have an effect. After all, it is exercise, but the improvement it brings to the body is not as good as running two laps.
But at least there were results, and we could just keep improving them. After much discussion, they finally decided to call it "Strengthening the Body Martial Arts Exercises." Wang Yan had considered calling it the first set of radio gymnastics, but then realized it had no musical rhythm, so he wisely refrained from saying anything foolish.
In the winter of the same year, Gong Er gave birth to a son as she wished. Wang Yan named the child "Xing". He Zhenwu, when the time comes for the child to take charge, it will also be time for Xingwu to take charge.
The historical incident of the Hong Kong government expelling undocumented residents from the Walled City in 1947 never occurred. After learning about these people's backgrounds and their strength, they abandoned the idea. It wasn't that they couldn't defeat them; if the army, navy, and air force, with their planes, tanks, and artillery, couldn't defeat tens of thousands of them, they would be doomed. Rather, considering the potential losses and the international impact, they abandoned the action and left them to fend for themselves.
The walled city is still the lawless enclave, but it is cleaner and more orderly than before.
That same year, when Gong Er turned thirty-one, Wang Yan fulfilled his promise to her and built a theater outside the Walled City. Gong Er performed on stage, her close friends in the audience. Gong Baosen, beaming with satisfaction, gazed upon his daughter on stage with soft eyes. Wang Zhilan pulled Gong Ji to her feet, wailing and groaning, having fulfilled Gong Er's childhood wish.
It was also when Gong Er was performing on the stage that his brothers came to him and said, "Sir, someone came to the Walled City looking for you. They said they had an appointment on the train that year."
Wang Yan nodded: "Please come here."
After a while, the subordinate came in with a man in a suit with slicked back hair, added a chair, said something to Wang Yan and left.
"Sit down first." Wang Yan said while staring at Gong Er on the stage.
Yixiantian ignored the looks from those around him and sat down in silence.
After a long time, Gong Er finished singing. Wang Yan smiled and brought two children to give her a bunch of flowers. He gently wiped away the tears in Gong Er's eyes. Wang Yan and the children comforted Gong Er with words.
He went on stage again to thank all the friends who came to support him, and then dispersed.
After letting Gong Er take the child back first, Wang Yan finally had time to come back to Yixiantian, who was quietly drinking tea. "Just to see who's better?"
Yixiantian put down the teacup, stood up, and faced Wang Yan: "Let's see who's better!"
After saying this, Yixiantian threw away the razor and made a starting gesture.
To show respect, Wang Yan felt around and pulled out a dagger. He gestured to Yixiantian, "Let the horse come over."
Yixiantian was a man of few words. He knew Wang Yan had fought against all kinds of sects without ever losing, so he simply attacked first, hoping to gain the upper hand. He pushed forward and simultaneously swung the razor diagonally upwards, slicing the throat.
Wang Yan's eyes and hands were quick, the dagger slicing across the razor with a resounding clash. Blocking the razor, Wang Yan flicked his wrist, striking Yixiantian's right wrist, where it held the razor. Yixiantian's right hand went numb in pain, and he let go of the razor. Then, reacting quickly, he didn't grab the razor, but instead, using the momentum from his right arm to twist his body and deliver a head-on elbow. Wang Yan leaned sideways, thrusting the dagger forward.
Yixiantian maintained the posture of elbows pressing against his heart, feeling the sharpness at his throat, and slowly retracted his posture and stood up: "You are tall." After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.
Wang Yan stopped him and said, "The city is short of a barber. Would you like to take the job?"
Yixiantian paused, turned around and stared at Wang Yan for a long time, then spoke word by word, "My name is Zhang Li."
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