"Wow!"

In the rental house, Zhang Tong stood up naked from a large wooden barrel, and brown potion flowed from his body like a waterfall.

Zhang Tong bought the bucket at a hypermarket, and cooked the potion himself according to the records in the Dahong Boxing Manual.

Feeling the heat coming from his body and the extremely comfortable feeling in every muscle in his body, Zhang Tong nodded with satisfaction:

"It has been confirmed that the Dahong Boxing Book related to the White Lotus Sect is a boxing technique that can improve physical fitness!"

Although there were no substantial changes in himself, Zhang Tong was still enveloped in warmth after taking a medicinal bath, not to mention the tiredness from boxing all morning.

This gave Zhang Tong the illusion that I could hit ten.

"If I continue to practice, not only will I be able to reach the limits of the human body, I will at least be able to no longer have shortcomings in physical combat."

He waved his fist vigorously, and while excited, Zhang Tong had a sad expression on his face.

"Boxing is not difficult. As long as you combine food supplements and medicinal baths and exercise step by step, your physical fitness can be steadily improved."

“The only bad thing is that it’s too expensive!”

Zhang Tong suddenly felt heartache when he thought of the money he spent to practice boxing!

Too expensive!

It’s just too expensive!

He finally understood why Gu Dongci was said to be poor in literature but rich in military skills!

The same is knowledge. When studying literature, you can just use your brain to think about it, but what about studying martial arts?

Not to mention Zhang Tong's magical method from the White Lotus Sect, just practicing blindly will increase your appetite and turn you into a foodie.

In this comparison, the costs are definitely different.

"So, finding a job must be put on the agenda."

Zhang Tong shook his head. He suddenly discovered sadly that even a reborn person had to move bricks when faced with the pressure of life.

While shaking his head and sighing, Zhang Tong started to make a call.

The notebook contains a large amount of recruitment information extracted from the Internet, enough for Zhang Tong to contact him for a period of time.

The days passed slowly in this state of idleness.

In nearly a month, Zhang Tong's bankbook balance shrank significantly, but in exchange, his physical body improved to a great extent.

This improvement is not only the improvement of the overall physical quality, but also includes the body's instinctive memory of those martial arts routines through continuous practice.

Zhang Tong estimated that this was with the aid of food supplements and medicinal baths, otherwise he would never have gained such a huge harvest in just one month.

During the same month, Zhang Tong practiced martial arts during the day and practiced the White Lotus Contemplation on thin ice at night.

I have to say that as a visualization method, the White Lotus Contemplation Method is definitely qualified.

His mental power, which has never changed since he advanced to the extraordinary level, can achieve considerable growth almost every day with the help of this method of contemplation.

However, the White Lotus Contemplation is the method of the White Lotus Sect. Even if Zhang Tong is very careful, sometimes he still hears the indescribable whispers.

Fortunately, Zhang Tong, who was always vigilant in his heart, was not deceived by the voice.

He didn't even dare to listen to the whisper in his ear.

…

One month later, it is already the end of midsummer.

Zhang Tong took the No. 15 bus to a factory in the suburbs of Tiexi District.

"Children's Toy Factory..."

Looking at the sign at the door of the factory, Zhang Tong knew that he was in the right place, so he walked towards the communication room at the door.

"Hello, brother. I am..."

When he walked to the door of the reception room and looked at the middle-aged man sitting inside, Zhang Tong knocked on the door and planned to announce his home.

But before he could explain his origin, the middle-aged man sitting in the communication room turned sideways and glanced at Zhang Tong:

"You came here for the interview today, right? Come in and sit for a while. There are two others who haven't come. When they arrive, I will take you to see Mr. Wu."

Zhang Tong entered the communication room obediently, and at the same time looked at the middle-aged man without any trace.

Perhaps because of his age, the man's figure is a little thicker, but his dress is somewhat social.

The sunglasses were stuck on the village head, a shiny gold chain hung around his short neck, and there was a large, equally shiny gold ring on the finger holding the cigarette.

When Zhang Tong looked at the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man also looked at Zhang Tong.

Looking at Zhang Tong's not strong figure, the middle-aged man pinched his cigarette and walked over:

"Young man, look at you. You are fair and clean. You just graduated?"

Zhang Tong, who was sitting on the chair, nodded quickly and said:

"Yes, I just graduated from high school and stopped studying."

"No wonder, at first glance, it seems that he has never been involved in society."

The middle-aged man had a look of surprise on his face, and then pointed at himself:

"Do you know me?"

Zhang Tong was stunned? Why do I know you?

Seeing Zhang Tong's dazed look, the middle-aged man smiled and lit another cigarette.

He just leaned against the door frame, with his back to Zhang Tong, and said in a low voice:

"If you can pass the interview, you can fool around with me from now on. Just call me Brother Biao."

"You have never been in society, so you can be forgiven for never hearing Brother Biao's name."

"When Brother Biao was young, he was also a well-known person. The several vicious battles in Mingyang City were all led by you, Brother Biao."

Hearing this, Zhang Tong still didn't know who Brother Biao was, but this did not prevent him from being in awe:

"It turns out to be Brother Biao, disrespectful."

Seeing the unabashed carelessness on Zhang Tong's face, Brother Biao's eyes were a little erratic, as if he had returned to the prosperous days when he visited various entertainment venues in Mingyang City.

I don’t know what he thought of, but Brother Biao, who was leaning on the door frame, looked at Zhang Tong with much softer eyes:

"The young man is not bad. He is a mixed bag of society."

"If you can pass today's interview, as long as you hang out with Brother Biao, Brother Biao guarantees that you can pass the probation period."

"Thank you so much, Brother Biao."

Zhang Tong smiled quickly, then looked in the direction of the factory with some confusion, and asked in confusion:

"Brother Biao, I read on the Internet that our factory is the leader in the toy industry in Mingyang City, isn't it? Why don't I see a few people?"

The words "our factory" invisibly shortened the distance between Zhang Tong and Brother Biao.

For a person with Brother Biao's personality, Zhang Tong knew very well that as long as he supported him, there would be nothing wrong with him.

When Brother Biao heard this, he chuckled, lowered his voice and said:

"You don't know this, right? Our factory's largest distributor died some time ago. I heard that his death was very strange."

"Without shipping channels, our factory will naturally have a holiday."

"I think you're a good boy, so I'm telling you some inside information. Mr. Wu is currently considering transitioning into high-end adult products."
Chapter completed!