The phalanges were moistened by Zhang Chu's continuous blood flow, and were not red or swollen, and there was almost no abnormality visible on the outside.

It was easier than Zhang Chu expected.

The consumption was also much smaller than he expected.

He estimated that with his current total blood volume and blood recovery speed, he could fully support this level of consumption for two full days.

Two days are enough to nourish the injured bones to grow back and complete their tempering.

And although his blood energy can be considered strong among those in the same realm, it is not so rich that it can be compared to one in a hundred or one in a thousand.

He can, and of course other eighth-grade warriors can too!

He couldn't help but think of what the little old man had told him. It was very difficult to train the eighth-level marrow. Many eighth-level warriors who did not have the support of high-ranking officials could not complete the whole body bone tempering in their lifetime.

But this is obviously easy...

"Is it possible that my bones are different from other eighth-level warriors, or is it that my blood has a miraculous effect on marrow training?"

Zhang Chu looked at his left hand in confusion. After looking at it for a while, he suddenly slapped his forehead and cursed inwardly.

The phalanx is a piece of bone.

The arm bone is also a bone!

Are the two comparable?

No!

Ten or even twenty finger bones are not as difficult to temper as one arm bone!

Suppose it only takes one day to temper a finger bone.

It would take at least half a month to temper an arm bone!

And the consumption is at least ten times greater than that of finger bones!

This is very scary...

Zhang Chu made a rough calculation and was shocked to find that if he tempered his arm bones, his blood energy could last for half a day at most!

He is now at the eighth level, and his blood is many times stronger than when he was at the ninth level!

He had done experiments after he first entered the eighth level. His current blood energy is equivalent to about two hundred large steamed buns, or more than 70 kilograms of red meat, or more than 80 kilograms of white meat, or more than ten kilograms of artificially cultivated Codonopsis pilosula.

In other words, if he only relied on eating to withstand the consumption of tempering his arm bones, then he would not have to do anything for twelve hours a day, and he would just sit at the dining table and eat!

Don't say it's impossible for him to spend all his time recovering.

Even if he could really spare so much time, he would still be daunted by the hundreds of kilograms of food on the moving shaft.

Just because he often uses a rice bucket to bleed this golden finger to restore his vitality, he no longer has an "appetite" when eating. Any food in his mouth tastes like chewing wax. Eating has become a way to maintain martial arts practice and maintain life.

of always working.

But eating should be a kind of enjoyment in life!

"No, no, no!"

Zhang Chu shook his head like he was pounding garlic, "It's not just about tempering an arm bone. It all depends on eating. After training the marrow, I will probably be useless!"

"It's better to take drugs. Although ten pounds of Codonopsis pilosula is a lot, if you take two in an hour, it's like eating an apple."

"Artificially cultivated Codonopsis pilosula weighs twenty taels per kilogram, ten kilograms per day, that is, two hundred taels, one month...that is, six thousand taels?"

"..."

"Fuck you!"

Zhang Chu suddenly stood up with his head as big as a bucket and walked around in the living room.

The Silian Gang now has more than a thousand people and controls all side businesses in the west of the city. Its monthly surplus is only about thirty thousand taels.

He gets 20% from it every month.

But looking at the income and expenditure, it can withstand his drug addiction.

But that’s not how the accounts work out.

He is not alone now.

And he’s raising a big family!

To make some money, he took drugs all by himself, and the one or two hundred people in the Zhang family all drank the northwest wind?

“We still have to find ways to make money!”

Zhang Chu clapped his hands and gritted his teeth.

He didn't know how those eighth-level warriors who had aristocratic sects behind them practiced their marrow.

But when I think about it, it is nothing more than taking the medicinal stone internally and externally, a two-pronged approach.

They may have a unique secret method that can combine the same medicinal materials to produce stronger medicinal effects, speed up the tempering, and save money.

But Zhang Chu is confident that with the backing of a skilled golden finger, his cultivation speed will definitely not be slower than that of any eighth-level warrior.

It’s just a waste of more money!

He created such a large four-member gang just to support his various expenses!

…

Zhang Chu put on a brown shorts, wrapped his bald head with a gray scarf, and then covered half of his face. He stopped Daxiong and the others from following him, and walked slowly into the Night Shop alone.

There is no way, with his current face, he is considered a public figure in the west part of the city. If he doesn't cover his face, he is afraid that once he walks into Night Market, people in the whole street will not have to do business.

Of course he wouldn't do something stupid that would ruin his own business.

There are a lot of people in the Night Market, and a large number of temporary stalls have been set up on the flat open space on both sides that have been bulldozed before houses can be built. They are colorful and colorful. Looking around, you can't find them on both sides of the endless long street.

to a slight gap.

There are people selling steamed buns.

There is a shop selling makeup and small jewelry.

You can also vaguely smell the spicy and spicy aroma of offal soup.

It smelled very much like the various ancient towns and tourist attractions he had visited in his previous life.

Zhang Chu walked and looked around, his eyes scanning the hopeful smiles on the faces of the vendors from time to time, and he felt very sunny in his heart.

This street is a star project built by him personally. He spent so much time, energy and money on it, so of course it is impossible for outsiders to pick peaches.

These vendors are all the family members and widows of the brothers who died in the Black Tiger Hall in the past.

In early March, Zhang Meng came to discuss with him, saying that the business on Evernight Street was still too monotonous, and whether he should introduce some more businesses to increase the popularity.

Zhang Chu thought of these people at that time.

The fathers, brothers, and husbands of these people sacrificed their lives and blood for the expansion of Black Tiger Hall. They may not be good people, but they are worthy of Zhang Chu.

Even after they died in battle, Black Tiger Hall gave them a large pension.

But a sum of money cannot replace the backbone they lost.

It can't calm Zhang Chu's heart's debt to these people.

Everyone’s life is precious...

This time, Evernight Street introduced a large number of businesses to boost its popularity. Zhang Chu thought it was an opportunity, an opportunity that could bring hope to these families.

The businesses they each run may seem diverse and unrelated, but in fact they are all carefully planned by Zhuquetang. There is absolutely no stall with overlapping business contents in half a street. It can be said that the competition is extremely small.

In addition, the capital for their business was also lent to them by the Silian Gang.

If the business makes money, in addition to returning the principal, a little interest will be added, which is not much, but it is still a long way from usury.

If the business loses and they can't repay the principal, it doesn't matter. Zhuquetang will arrange a job for them and deduct a portion of their wages every month until the debt is paid off. Now the Silian Gang's plate is so big, there is no need to worry

Can't find a job.

To be honest, with the flow of people on the streets today, as long as you work hard, even if you can't make too much money, you will definitely be able to make ends meet.

Paying debts with work is aimed at those who are lazy and spend three days fishing and two days drying nets.

Those who do not cherish opportunities do not deserve opportunities.

This is an attempt.

If this can be done successfully, the line "arranging a living arrangement for the widows of the war dead" will be added to the Silian Gang's pension process in the future.
Chapter completed!