Chapter 14: Striking Iron Requires One's Own Hardness
What the hell!
So, with Wu Feng's current identity as a Hung Yee Caoxie, once he possesses over two million in wealth, he could face a fatal disaster?
He felt a bit inexplicable, but he chose to trust his intuition.
Thinking about the plot of “God of Gamblers,” he basically understood what the warning sign in his heart was about.
If the outside world thought he was a capable gambler, various troubles would come pouring in.
Even the dignified ‘God of Gamblers’ was just a puppet in the hands of certain forces, constantly being threatened with the death of his family. Wu Feng didn't want to be such an unlucky person.
It was clear that the Hung Yee Society was unable to protect his safety.
Thinking darker, even within Hung Yee, there would be people targeting him!
Among other things, ever since he and his Brother rose to prominence, their relationship was clearly not as close as before.
It wasn't that their feelings had grown distant, but rather that they didn't meet often and didn't exchange thoughts as frequently as before, so their relationship naturally became somewhat estranged.
Furthermore, his Brother had enough loyal subordinates around him, and they had no personal connection with Wu Feng.
As the only big-bottom Caoxie in the Hung Yee Society, how could these guys not be envious?
It was quite normal for them to say strange things, and who knew if his Brother would be influenced over time?
If he couldn't get rich quickly through World Cup betting, then he would take it slow.
Anyway, the novels he had read contained relatively comprehensive information about Hong Kong in the 1980s.
There were many ways to make money in them; he could try them one by one.
At the same time, Wu Feng also realized that he needed to strengthen his own abilities.
Although he wasn't very keen on joining a triad, at this moment he indeed needed the power of a triad to protect his own interests, which was quite contradictory.
It wasn't that he wanted to develop triad power, but rather that he needed a group of capable fighters around him as a deterrent.
In fact, Hung Yee's situation was a bit weak!
Shanghai Street was a relatively prosperous street in Mong Kok, and the profits were indeed substantial.
But the low-level ruffians who hung out there were all impatient and not particularly strong.
To put it bluntly, there weren't many who could fight!
He didn't know what the previous Sit Lord, Zhong Ye, was thinking. Since he was a founding elder of Hung Hing, why didn't he learn the essence of Hung Hing's fighting prowess?
Anyone who had seen the movies often saw that under the various Hall Masters of Hung Hing, there were boxing gyms and the like, specifically for training their capable subordinates.
Hung Yee didn't have its own boxing gym, not even a dedicated place for fitness and exercise.
As for whether they could fight, it completely depended on the subordinates' self-awareness!
Damn it, could you expect a bunch of low-level ruffians to have extreme self-discipline, to endure the nightlife of Shanghai Street, and focus wholeheartedly on exercising and improving their strength?
Even if such people existed, they would need corresponding economic strength.
If they didn't become a Si Jiu with a territory to oversee, which low-level ruffian would dare to say he had money?
People like Wu Feng, who were willing to provide living allowances to the lowest-level Blue Lanterns, were extremely rare, even unique, among all Hong Kong triads.
That's right, the lowest-level members of a triad, like the Blue Lanterns, shouldn't expect to get any money.
Triads basically only paid salaries to Si Jiu, and even then, it was pitifully little!
It's unclear how much other triads' Si Jiu earned, but Hung Yee only paid eight hundred a month!
Damn, it was already 1986, and the monthly salary of ordinary workers in Hong Kong exceeded three thousand, but the normal monthly salary of Hung Yee triad Si Jiu was only eight hundred!
To be honest, if they saved a bit, getting by was definitely not a problem.
But could you expect low-level ruffians to have a frugal lifestyle? That was nonsense!
Now, Wu Feng not only paid salaries to his Si Jiu but also gave living allowances to his more stable Blue Lanterns, which was only five hundred Hong Kong dollars a month.
Even so, those more stable Blue Lanterns were grateful when they received the money.
It was also because Wu Feng was confident he could earn more legitimate money through other means; otherwise, he wouldn't dare to play like this, as it would easily make him a target.
Of course, when things really happened, he certainly wouldn't rely on his low-level ruffians.
As long as they didn't scatter when trouble arose, Wu Feng would already be very satisfied.
What he could rely on now was his own strength!
He hadn't been transmigrated for long, and he had joined Hung Yee for an even shorter time, but he had never slackened in his training.
Every day, he spent at least three to four hours exercising to make himself stronger.
With his golden finger, he could see the direct effects of his training, so he naturally had more motivation when exercising and didn't feel bored at all.
For example, Military Boxing could only be improved little by little in proficiency and power.
But Hard Qigong could accelerate training effects through some special means.
Such as sandbag impacts, high-pressure water gun flushing, and then soothing muscles and bones through massage, supplementing body consumption with medicinal meals and various high-nutrition foods.
Money flowed like water, indeed proving the old saying: poor in literature, rich in martial arts!
Fortunately, the progress bar displayed on the golden finger could be infinitely extended, making the progress after the decimal point, which was originally difficult to display, instantly clear and distinct.
For example, if the original progress bar was only one meter, then one point would be one centimeter in length.
But if the progress bar was extended to a hundred meters, then one point would represent one meter in length, and many details could be seen clearly, making the previously indistinct progress very clear.
Of course, the existence of the golden finger's progress bar did not make Wu Feng too addicted to the so-called progress game.
In fact, the correct use of the golden finger was to guide Wu Feng on whether his cultivation process was correct!
If the training method was correct, how much progress could be made each day was clear. But if the progress suddenly plummeted, then he would have to carefully consider his training method and where the problem lay.
With the assistance of the golden finger, Wu Feng's Hard Qigong cultivation progressed rapidly!
When he first transmigrated, the progress bar representing Hard Qigong was around forty percent.
But after more than a month of high-intensity training, the current progress had exceeded fifty percent!
In other words, his own strength had improved significantly, and Wu Feng could even sense it clearly.
At this moment, if he were to fight Kwan Tsai Sum again, he would probably be able to withstand several heavy punches from Kwan Tsai Sum and still maintain about seventy percent of his combat power. This was tangible progress.
Of course, he wouldn't be foolish enough to actually go find Kwan Tsai Sum to verify!
Wu Feng was very much looking forward to how strong he could become if he could train Hard Qigong to ninety percent of its level.
As for whether he could cultivate it to one hundred percent, he held no hope!
Don't think that because Hard Qigong is simple and easy to learn, it's not difficult to reach the ceiling.
No matter what skill it is, reaching the peak level is not an easy task.
On the other hand, Military Boxing, although slow in progress, was easier to reach the peak level.
Enough of the digression, Wu Feng gave up the idea of placing heavy bets. For now, he would focus on fully capitalizing on the World Cup traffic. Those were all gleaming Hong Kong dollars.
