The shock Zhang Feng brought them was beyond compare.
They profoundly understood at this mont that witnessing the birth of a new era was not sothing that could be expressed in simple words.
"Just follow the recipe and keep boiling it."
Zhang Feng’s hand was slightly trembling and a bit painful, but ordinary people couldn’t see it,
"Regarding the practice of chemical energy, there’s more to discuss.
When the equipnt is sorted out, first select a hundred students to receive the formula and cultivation technique."
Zhang Feng looked at Master Wang, "Regarding martial arts and chemical energy cultivation techniques, I’ve already organized them. Please help with making copies when the ti cos."
"Alright..." Master Wang looked at Zhang Feng as if he were seeing a deity, filled with disbelief.
Zhang Feng paid him no mind and instead looked at the enthusiastic manager, "Can you find so executives and have them find more executives?
My idea is to invest large sums and open martial arts schools nationwide.
Expand the scale."
Initially, Zhang Feng didn’t have this idea, but after thirty years in the world of chemical energy, and with the ergence of ’complete and perfectly replicable chemical energy,’ his thoughts changed.
Of course, this would likely lead to contact with the authorities.
But contact is just contact; my constitution is nearly 50, and after returning from the next world, my strength will increase further.
So it doesn’t matter.
If the next world doesn’t touch , even better, I’ll be stronger.
At that ti, there won’t be so much ssy stuff.
I just want to establish martial arts schools and promote training with big data.
"When building these martial arts schools or acquiring a venue for renovation, rember to include study rooms and eting rooms..."
Thinking about martial arts schools, Zhang Feng didn’t forget these impressive room configurations.
"Alright..." The manager feared he wouldn’t rember after Zhang Feng listed many nas, so he took out his phone to take notes.
"The room facilities at the martial arts schools will be like this for now," Zhang Feng concluded and looked at the equally excited Dr. Wu and others,
"I’ll leave the matter of the formula to the hospital staff."
"Don’t worry, Zhang!"
"Yes! Leave it to us!"
Dr. Wu and others were thrilled to be part of the ’New Era Plan’ and took pride in it.
"You can also collaborate with other hospitals to refine it together," Zhang Feng instructed further, "The refined dicine should be abundant.
Besides our hospital, as long as their dicine ets the efficacy, we’ll accept it.
Even if the refining fails, we’ll provide a subsidy."
Here, Zhang Feng looked at the manager, "Manager, find so people to handle business with other hospitals regarding refining dicine.
Otherwise, everything will fall on Dr. Wu, which is too much burden."
...
That night, Master Wang and Zhang Feng returned to the martial arts school together and began printing and copying various martial arts materials.
Dr. Wu and others took the opportunity to familiarize themselves with the dicinal herbs, inviting less busy doctors and nurses to learn as well.
This way, when other hospitals join the refining dicine plan in the future,
at least they can send so ’master refiners’ as technical instructors.
As for the manager.
For the next two days, his hand was numb from making calls, his head fuzzy from drinking, engaging in endless social interactions to prepare a super-rich gathering for Zhang Feng.
During these two days, Zhang Feng printed all the materials and went ho to rest.
Because he was too exhausted.
Two days spent summarizing a century of chemical energy and martial arts, along with visualization.
Zhang Feng experienced a hundred years worth of reminiscing in a brainstorming storm.
However, this reflection also evoked a sense of ’understanding the past to think anew, thinking anew to be useful.’
So minor foundational inadequacies were invisibly eliminated in this brainstorming.
Likewise, if it wasn’t for too many mories making it easy to mix things up,
Zhang Feng felt he could spend his free ti frequently shuffling through these mories, reviewing and learning new things.
But precisely when he thought of the Heart Demon.
Zhang Feng longed for that ’carefree Reincarnation Driver World.’
A good career, beautiful scenery, a relaxing journey on an ordinary path.
Thinking of this.
Zhang Feng took his portable music player, playing "Ordinary Path," preparing to go for a night run.
...
(I once crossed mountains and seas...)
In the evening, he went ho after an early leave.
Zhang Feng humd happily as he relaxed, showered, and lay on the bed, joyfully watching the countdown.
...
...
"Wake up... Wake up quickly..."
’Am I starting with a coma?’
Upon hearing the voice calling, Zhang Feng opened his eyes, sat up, and saw collapsed shelves everywhere, scattered food, and black blood strewn about.
The air was thick with the sll of rotting flesh and blood.
With a sudden world switch, Zhang Feng was accustod to it, quickly surveying the surroundings to first determine if there were any current threats.
"Are you alright?" A young man who hadn’t washed in a long ti looked at the equally disheveled Zhang Feng, "How long have you been here? Is there anything to eat here?"
"Yes." Zhang Feng replied from mory and pointed to the collapsed shelves in front of the supermarket.
It was dayti outside, but there were several shelves blocking the door.
Through the gaps, one could see overturned cars and what seed to be human bones, along with large bloodstains on the street.
Additionally, there were fresh scrape marks on the tiles at the door, the scraped tile debris very fresh, with no signs of being touched by many people.
Zhang Feng’s instinct as a detective made him deduce that the young man must have moved the shelves and crawled inside from the outside, leaving these marks.
"I’ll go find sothing to eat first." The young man said casually after surveying the area and ignored Zhang Feng.
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