As he thought about himself running all over the place these past few days without a mont of peace, he couldn't help but feel even angrier.
I am a billionaire!
How can I do everything myself?
After so thought, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and made a call.
"Boss."
Wan Dandan's leisurely voice sounded:
"Rest assured, with watching over the store, nothing will happen."
Of course, nothing will happen.
There are hardly two custors in a day, you're either watching videos or cracking sunflower seeds all day in the store, while your boss, I, am constantly running around outside.
Comparing the two, Fang Zheng felt even more unwilling.
"Co over here once."
His voice was cold, he said:
"Co to the recruitnt fair in the Southern District to help the company recruit so employees. After the fair, go to Wenchang Mansion to supervise the renovation work."
"Southern District? Wenchang Mansion?" Wan Dandan's voice was full of reluctance, and the sound of cracking sunflower seeds stopped:
"Boss, what if a custor cos to the store when I'm gone? Besides, it takes more than two hours to get from Seven Miles to the city, how do I get back tonight?"
"Just lock up the store," Fang Zheng said:
"You can stay at a nearby hotel tonight, I'll reimburse the lodging expenses."
"But..." Wan Dandan said:
"I get a commission for selling goods here."
"One thousand!"
Fang Zheng took a deep breath and said:
"I'll give you a one thousand yuan raise this month."
"One thousand." Wan Dandan hesitated a bit:
"Alright."
This girl has beco so lazy that even a thousand yuan can't motivate her? She'll eventually get as fat as this little fatty beside .
"Little fatty."
Fang Zheng's mind moved, and he turned his head to ask:
"What's your na?"
"?" The little fatty was taken aback:
"My na is Zhu Yang."
"Zhu Yang," Fang Zheng said:
"Are you willing to work at my company?"
"Ah!" The little fatty looked confused.
"It's settled then." Fang Zheng waved his large hand:
"Rest assured, I won't treat you poorly."
At the sa ti, he said to Wan Dandan on the phone:
"When you arrive at the recruitnt fair in the Southern District, look for soone nad Zhu Yang. I'll send his phone number to you later; he's also an employee of our company."
"..." Wan Dandan spoke softly:
"Boss, were you just recruiting soone forcefully?"
"Clap!"
Fang Zheng decisively hung up the phone.
"Zhu Yang, what's your number?"
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Finally, he could calm his mind.
On the second floor of Square Porcelain.
Fang Zheng slowly put away the Observation thod, his mind clear as a blank slate.
"Whew..."
His body swayed, and he leapt into the air, both legs kicking out in quick succession, the sound of his clothes slicing through the air exploding with a 'crack'.
There's a saying in Traditional Martial Arts: a crisp sound is worth a thousand gold.
But Fang Zheng.
The ability to create a crisp sound with his power had beco effortless, and even when force changed between soft and hard to a certain extent, the crisp sound would be hidden within the power.
A seemingly casual strike, yet it harbored overwhelming force.
Twelve Springing Legs!
"Swish!"
His figure flickered, Fang Zheng's hands danced, and his footwork shifted, moving left and right like a prey-seeking mantis.
Mantis Fist!
His boxing technique captured both form and spirit, already grasping its essence.
"Clap!"
His arms swung, the air burst with a bang, and the arm, which should have reached its limit, suddenly extended by a section, his five fingers stabbing fiercely into the void.
"Boom!"
A muffled sound rang out.
Long Arm Fist.
Fang Zheng's expression remained unchanged, and his body moved back and forth in the space.
Xingyi, Tai Chi, Eight Trigrams, Hong Fist...
Nurous boxing, leg skills, and claw techniques were perford one by one in his hands, and all were proficient, leaving any martial artist who witnessed it in awe.
Thirty-seven kinds!
In just a brief mont, Fang Zheng executed thirty-seven different martial arts.
Moreover,
Each one reached an extrely high level.
Unbelievable to others, yet for Fang Zheng, it was nothing, he was a Second Blood Martial Artist, with physical qualities far superior to ordinary people.
Additionally, martial arts have their similarities, after mastering Xingyi Fist, receiving guidance from Otherworld martial arts, all kinds of Traditional Martial Arts were easy to grasp.
Compared to Martial Arts.
Fang Zheng paid more attention to the changes in power within them.
"Clap!"
A crisp sound ca from his arm bone, the tingling feeling made Fang Zheng's body shudder, and he paused his movents, falling into deep thought.
That feeling just now...
"Power into the Marrow?"
Thirty-seven types of Martial Arts, each with its own Force Application thod, so excel at the skin and mbrane, so at circulating qi and blood, others emphasize the harmony of heart and intent.
Each Force Application thod stimulated the flesh bit by bit.
Until...
Power into the Marrow!
"Swish!"
Fang Zheng's body transford again, this ti becoming wild and frenzied, countless boxing techniques changed in his hands, even gradually showing signs of integration.
"Clap!"
"Clap clap..."
Crisp sounds continued to echo, starting as one or two, gradually connecting like a string of firecrackers.
As ti passed, the crisp sounds grew more rapid, until they beca deep and dull, like a tsunami, raging wind, until it felt like an impending earthquake.
"Buzz..."
Fang Zheng pushed gently with both hands, and the ground beneath his feet twisted like fabric, the deep roaring sound followed shortly.
"Boom!"
Half a ter away, the papers and brush on the desk trembled in unison.
After a long while.
Fang Zheng exhaled a long breath, his breath shooting out like a sword over a ter away, before dispersing gently.
"Finally..."
"I've entered the Second Realm of Martial Arts, Power into the Marrow!"
The rapid progress was due to many reasons.
The solid foundation laid by the Hundred Days Foundation Establishnt, dozens of Force Application thods available for practice without secrets, and the high-level guidance from Otherworld martial artists.
Of course.
The recent rapid progress was mainly thanks to the One-Character Heart-Clearing Slash.
Training this technique gathered the internal power throughout the body, comparable to the Third Realm of Martial Arts where the fist possesses divine power, making it easier to push back into the Second Realm of Power into the Marrow.
"Although it's only the Second Realm of Martial Arts, it surpasses most Otherworld martial artists, and Du Qiaoyun, despite years of practice, has not truly stepped in."
"Not just her."
"Even so Three Blood martial artists reportedly have not comprehended Power into the Marrow, and Master Du, who mastered Power into the Marrow, can take on multiple Three Bloods at once."
"Hmm."
Fang Zheng pondered:
"Now, even though I'm a Second Blood martial artist, my strength is almost on par with a regular Three Blood martial artist, and if I use One-Character Heart-Clearing Slash..."
"Even Three Blood martial artists might not be my match!"
"Beep beep..."
The phone notification sound rang.
Upon opening it, Fang Zheng's eyes lit up.
"Double joy, just after breaking through to the Power into the Marrow realm, I have obtained the Fishing Toad Force."
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