Heaven's Martial Fate

Chapter 92
"What, Adong participated in the qualifying competition at the pier?"

Just returned from Guangzhou, before Huang Feihong had time to wash off the dust, he heard the news from the members of the militia who stayed behind in Baozhilin.

He was a little surprised, feeling unbelievable...

"Has Ah Dong's current strength reached the level where he can continue to participate in the ring qualifying competition?"

It's not that Huang Feihong looked down on people, it's just that as the reputation of the Foshan Wharf Group Arena Qualifying Competition became more and more famous, the strength of the warriors participating in it also became stronger and stronger.

At the beginning, even the members of the militia training army who had achieved hard work could show their faces on it, and they could also fight a game by the way.

But now if they are in the competition, they will be purely abused...

For the warriors who have the courage to go up and perform, their strength has reached the level of being able to gather strength for the first time, and the threshold has been raised by a large amount.

Wu Dong's martial arts, in his impression, can only gather the strength of the whole body, but it can't reach the point of full strength.

Is it...

Thinking of a possibility, even with Huang Feihong's concentration, he couldn't help showing surprise.

Just today, Wu Dong had a match against a mantis boxer.

Huang Feihong took the excited Aunt Thirteen, and under the guidance of several members of the militia, they came directly to the bustling pier.

Feeling the noisy sound and the restless atmosphere, Aunt Thirteen, with her beautiful big eyes, couldn't help but look around, as if she was a curious baby.

Although Huang Feihong has some attributes of a straight man, he still doesn't wink at all.

Seeing that Thirteenth Aunt was interested in everything at the pier, she didn't rush to join the arena, but first took Thirteenth Aunt to enjoy the delicious food in the snack street.

The so-called snack street is a street just over 50 meters specially planned by the wharf.

On both sides of the street, there are food vendors. Due to the turbulent flow of people at the pier and their high spending power, the scale and climate here quickly formed.

Although there are different types of snacks from the north and the south, they can also make tourists enjoy the flavors of different snacks from different places, and soon became famous with the popularity of the wharf ring.

"It's delicious. It's really delicious. I didn't expect to be able to eat northern snacks here. Why haven't I heard of it before?"

Aunt Thirteen ate with a smile on her face, her mouth was full of snacks, and her hands were not idle, all of them were delicious and delicious desserts.

Huang Feihong just smiled and didn't speak. How did he know that Aunt Shisan likes snacks so much? If he had known, he wouldn't have to wait until today.

Aunt Thirteen was extremely happy, she didn't care about Huang Feihong's silence, she just ate snacks and talked by herself, feeling indescribably comfortable.

In particular, the feeling of going shopping with Huang Feihong would have been better without those group members.

But just thinking about it, Aunt Thirteen, who had seen the darkness in the world at Guangzhou Wharf, would not be so stupid as to drive people away. Even if she heard that the security of Foshan Wharf was quite good, she would not take the risk easily.

Among other things, just her face may cause trouble...

Aunt Thirteen didn't ask in detail, and Huang Feihong, a straight guy, naturally wouldn't take the initiative to tell.

Foshan Wharf is the territory of the militia, and it is extremely tightly controlled, and basically there will be no unsightly existence causing trouble.

Of course, there is no big mistake in being careful, who knows if there will be a sudden appearance of the Jiang Raptor?

"Here, is this a pastry shop?"

Aunt Thirteen was surprised at this time, looking at the pastry shop not far away, she couldn't hide her shock.

Through the transparent glass for decoration, he saw several western cakes in the store.

"This is a thing that Adong made on purpose, and he said it was specially made to make money from foreigners!"

Huang Feihong smiled, shook his head and said, "I have earned a lot of money, but I have also received a lot of scolding. I don't know if it is good or bad?"

"Why do people scold you?"

Aunt Thirteen didn't understand anymore, and her thoughts of going in for a stroll had faded away.

"It is said that it is specially preparing shops for foreigners. The militia will do everything in order to make money, and they don't even want face!"

Huang Feihong smiled wryly, shook his head and said, "This matter has been raging in the urban area for a long time!"

Seeing that Thirteenth Aunt was a little confused, he shook his head and explained: "According to Wu Dong, this is the benefit of having colleagues who are jealous of pastry shops!"

"They don't have this kind of craftsmanship, so they naturally think about destroying it!"

"How can this be?"

Aunt Thirteen felt that the three views had been subverted, and she was shocked: "What happened in the end?"

"What else can I do, just ignore it!"

Huang Feihong explained: "After all, pastry shops are really making money!"

"Of course, after the pastry shop became famous, it gradually increased our traditional snacks in it, and those foreigners gradually got used to it!"

"At this time, the business of those traditional snacks will naturally improve!"

Thirteenth Aunt was dumbfounded, feeling a little unbelievable.

From her point of view, some difficult troubles can be solved so easily?
Now, she is more interested in Wu Dong.
It seems that the previous topic made Aunt Thirteen interested in the wharf, and she looked around to see something different from Foshan City.

In the end, she really saw something...

For example, using the conveyor belt of hydraulic transmission, the packaged goods can be directly sent to the ships moored at the wharf through the conveyor belt.

In addition, there is also a cable crane with purely mechanical power, which can easily lift the boxes conveyed by the conveyor belt directly onto the ship.

Although these machines are all made of wood, the effect is quite good.

Such a sight is rarely seen even in English seaport cities, and Aunt Thirteen couldn't help being surprised again.

"These things are all made by the carpenters recruited by A Dong!"

Huang Feihong also felt strange when talking about these wharf cargo devices, and explained with a smile: "According to him, there are countless skills passed down from our ancestors, and many of them can be used to facilitate our life and production!"

"As long as your mind is not rigid, you can always think of something that can be used!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the large waterwheel that was turned by the water flow, and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, Adong also said that the power of this thing is not enough, if he can get a few sets of the latest steam boilers from foreigners, the efficiency will be even higher! "

"A Dong also knows about steam boilers?"

Aunt Thirteen's eyes lit up. She has lived in England for many years, so it is natural that she has seen that thing.

However, here in Foshan, a militia leader is actually interested in steam boilers, which is very unreal.

At this time, the Qing-French War had just ended, and there were still many years before the Sino-Japanese War and the Eight-Power Allied Forces. Chinese people were not very interested in overseas affairs, and they still regarded themselves as the kingdom of heaven. Naturally, few people knew the status of foreign machinery and equipment.

"Hehe, Ah Dong is quite diligent and hardworking. He always says that Foshan is adjacent to Guangzhou, and there will be many opportunities to deal with foreigners in the future. Not to mention what thoughts he has, at least he must know himself and the enemy, so he is very grateful for information about foreigners. interest……"

　There are individual mistakes that were not found at all, sorry for that

　　
　
(End of this chapter)