"Next ti, it’ll be your arm that gets broken." Wang Longhu swung his arm, and the punk spun like a top, getting flung over three ters away and slamming hard onto a table, collapsing the entire surface.
Those students who hadn’t yet left the tiered classroom couldn’t help but show expressions of surprise when they witnessed this scene.
To be able to single-handedly toss a grown man such a distance, this kind of strength was truly boundless. Among the people present, not many could confidently claim they could do the sa.
Simply ignoring their words led the other party to launch an attack for intimidation—this was unexpected for Wang Longhu, revealing just how domineering these people typically were.
"Kid, we run with Brother Leopard. You’ve offended him in this place, and you won’t have an easy ti hereafter." Another punk helped up his injured companion, boasted quickly, and hurriedly fled with him.
The other person wasn’t foolish either—they could tell Wang Longhu’s strength wasn’t simple, not just standard martial arts skills. This ti, they really hit a brick wall.
Wang Longhu watched as the two left in panic. At his level, dealing with these people was like dealing with kids, truly lacking any sense of accomplishnt, and involving more would just waste ti.
Leaving the classroom, he asked people along the way where the factory manager’s office was and headed there.
Upon pushing open the office door, the exquisite traditional Chinese redwood decor filled his view. Wang Longhu saw Zheng Dongliang sitting in a grand chair, brewing and sipping tea with a look of pure contentnt.
It seed that wealthy people in Min Province and Guangdong Province really favored this traditional wooden style. Their tables, chairs, and cabinets had to be made from high-end woods like gold-threaded nanmu to match their financial capabilities and status.
Upon entering the office, Zheng Dongliang imdiately stood up and greeted, "Brother Hu, done with class? Co sit, have so tea. This is top-grade Biluochun. See how the tea leaves are silver and green, slender and twisted like spirals, grown in East Dongting Mountain. Try it."
Zheng Dongliang busily poured Wang Longhu a cup of tea, and a unique, intense fragrance imdiately wafted over, making Wang Longhu involuntarily sniff at the aroma.
With the current dry weather in May and June, it’s the perfect ti to drink this green tea like Biluochun, which can quench thirst, relieve dryness, and invigorate the mind.
Wang Longhu downed it in one gulp and asked, "Where’s your father? Isn’t he here?"
"He went out for business negotiations and won’t be back soon. He just instructed , after the kidnapping incident, to stay in the factory and not go out while he’s away."
Leaning back in the grand chair, Zheng Dongliang leisurely stared at the ceiling, "This place is safe, but unfortunately, the network base stations can’t be installed here. The internet speed is so slow that I can’t even play gas."
"Can I shop online? I want to order so custom items," Wang Longhu asked.
"Brother Hu, just tell , and I can have soone go out and buy it for you."
"I want to order a custom 100-kilogram weighted vest, and a pair of 40-kilogram wrist and ankle weights. If possible, I’d like so potent dicinal wine that replenishes Qi and Blood—the stronger, the better."
Wang Longhu cautiously stated his requirents, which gave Zheng Dongliang quite a shock.
A 100-kilogram vest, 40-kilogram wrist weights, and 40-kilogram ankle weights add up to a whole 260 kilograms!
This weight is comparable to two Zheng Dongliangs. Is Wang Longhu going to use it for training?
"Brother Hu, can you handle that?" Zheng Dongliang couldn’t help but feel a bit worried.
After all, he was an ordinary person with limited thinking capacity. For a typical person, 260 kilograms would render them immobile, or even pose a risk of being crushed to death.
"Don’t worry, just get it customized as I asked. I know what I’m doing," Wang Longhu said calmly.
The previous 90-kilogram set was worn by Wang Longhu with no feeling at all. With this new order, he’s directly increased the weight by one and a half tis, considering it a challenge to his own limits.
They stayed in the office until alti, when the factory’s bell rang crisply. Upon hearing that, Zheng Dongliang imdiately stood up, ready to take Wang Longhu to the factory canteen for a al.
The Zheng family’s factory has a unique feature, which is having two canteens—one for the workers who grow dicinal herbs and one for those hired to go into the mountains to gather herbs.
The factory’s managent doesn’t get any special als; they just choose randomly between the two canteens for their food. Of course, the al quality is the sa—there’s no hierarchy or quality difference.
The reason for this setup is that many of the herb-picking workers have rather fierce tempers, and separating them from the ordinary workers effectively reduces unnecessary fights.
Zheng Dongliang naturally led Wang Longhu to the canteen where the workers ate.
Upon entering the canteen, Wang Longhu could clearly feel an atmosphere of desolation perating the place.
Looking around, there were only about forty people in the large canteen, split into three distinct groups dining separately, each to their own faction.
"There are three skilled fighters in the factory, and because they’re pretty good, many people follow them around. They usually form teams for herb picking, looking after each other. Generally speaking, if you don’t join them, if the hired workers aren’t picking herbs in the mountains and are resting in the factory, they’ll often be harassed. It’s quite unpleasant," Zheng Dongliang whispered.
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