At that moment, Niu Bi felt extremely pleased.
"It seems that in the Shanghai Bund world, opening the portal anywhere will take you back to your living room in reality!"
This portal is such a thoughtful design!
"That's right, I can also use this Overlord's Hall as a warehouse!" Niu Bi thought of the projector and other large items, and immediately had an idea. If he moved those projectors and other things into the Overlord's Hall, he could put them down wherever he wanted.
Wouldn't that save a lot of effort in moving things?
Also, from now on, we don't need to bring gold bars and other items to the real world anymore. We can just keep them in this Overlord's Hall. It's safe there!
Niu Bi stood at the entrance of Da Niu Trading Company, watching the customers coming and going, and nodded to himself.
Business is good.
At this rate, once the bodyguards are in place, we'll have to open several branches.
"Hmm, there are too many gangs here, it's too unsafe. We must find bodyguards quickly. Today is a good day to go to the Jingwu School!" With that thought, Niu Bi went into the shop, told the manager, and then stood on the street and waved.
A rickshaw stopped, pulled by a kind-looking man.
"Jingwu School." Niu Bi gave the location, pretending to close his eyes and rest, but actually keeping an eye on his surroundings, using the tracking skills he had learned from the rickshaw pullers to see if anyone was following him.
"Okay!"
The driver agreed and happily pulled the rickshaw through the streets and alleys. Jingwu Gate wasn't nearby, but he could earn several copper coins today.
......
Niu Bi stood at the entrance of Jingwu Gate, looking at the three powerful characters, his heart filled with excitement.
Having watched too many TV shows and movies about Fist of Fury, I've always hoped to join the Fist of Fury. Little did I know that the flashlight-powered portal would make my dream come true.
The Jingwu Men training ground is not large, only about a thousand square meters including the training area, and the training equipment is quite old.
In the courtyard, forty or fifty young men and women were practicing their skills. Some were lifting stone weights, some were practicing with sticks, and some were practicing boxing.
Niu Bi took out two silver dollars before he could meet Zhao Jingheng, the current head of the Jingwu School.
"Mr. Niu, I heard you're looking for a bodyguard?"
Zhao Jingheng sat in the armchair, picked up the teacup, and gently blew on it.
"Yes, that's one reason. But the most important thing is that I also want to become Master Zhao's disciple and learn boxing techniques," Niu Bi answered truthfully.
Niu Bi knew in his heart that he needed to find bodyguards, but he also needed to improve his own strength.
The world in Shanghai is not very peaceful, so it is essential to have martial arts skills for protection.
Another benefit is that it allows you to fulfill your childhood dream of practicing martial arts!
"May I ask how old you are, Mr. Niu?" Zhao Jingheng looked Niu Bi up and down and asked.
"I'm 23 years old this year."
"I see..."
Zhao Jingheng looked troubled. “Mr. Niu, if you really want to learn kung fu, I can give you some pointers. But as the ancients said, ‘One should not learn a skill after the age of twenty.’ I’m afraid that learning this thing now will not be very effective.”
Upon hearing this, Niu Bi knew that Zhao Jingheng thought he was too old, so he said, "Although I am 23 years old, I can endure hardship."
Niu Bi believed that persistence and hard work would eventually pay off.
“Mr. Niu, let me be frank so as not to delay you! Martial arts training is not something that can be achieved simply through hard work. Your bones are already set, and your flexibility is too poor. Practicing the Lost Track Fist probably won't be very effective, alas…” Zhao Jingheng said.
"I can agree to the bodyguard thing. I will send one of my disciples to accompany you and protect you at all times."
"Master Zhao, am I really beyond redemption?" Niu Bi asked, his face showing disappointment.
Lost Track Fist was his childhood dream, but unexpectedly, he couldn't practice it.
“There’s no chance now. If you want to improve your physical fitness, I can teach you a set of fitness techniques,” Zhao Jingheng said. “If you want to improve your abilities, I suggest you practice marksmanship!”
"While marksmanship does require talent, one can improve their combat effectiveness through diligent practice."
"After all, this is the age of guns and cannons, and martial arts are gradually declining." Zhao Jingheng said with some helplessness. In this era, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, you are still made of flesh and blood. If you get shot, you will die.
Many times, Zhao Jingheng questioned himself whether it was worth it to persist in practicing martial arts in this era.
The conclusion reached was that he must pass on the Mizongquan (Lost Track Fist) and the martial arts spirit of Jingwumen.
"Practicing marksmanship?"
Niu Bi was stunned. Although he had gotten a Mauser rifle from Manager Yan, he had used it a few times in the suburbs of Shanghai and found its accuracy to be terrible!
“Yes, once you’ve mastered marksmanship and can hit the bullseye from a hundred paces away, you’ll have a significant advantage as long as you don’t get close to someone who’s a martial artist!” Zhao Jingheng said frankly.
"this......?"
Niu Bi was very disappointed at this moment. How could marksmanship be improved overnight?
Seeing Niu Bi's expression, Zhao Jingheng said, "If you want to practice your marksmanship, I can introduce you to someone who can teach you."
"who?"
Niu Bi asked curiously.
"Lu Mingtang".