Martial arts immortality begins with upgrading buildings.

[Wuji Stance +1]

A line of small characters appeared before Chen Qing's eyes, and another wisp of qi and blood was added to his body.

"What an terrifying absorption speed!"

He put down his stance training and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

Through conversations with Zhao Hai, it was learned that after breaking through the external force barrier, the medicinal power of ordinary blood-strengthening soup could no longer meet the body's needs.

To quickly replenish qi and blood, one must take a more potent qi and blood pill.

The speed at which the Qi and Blood Pill's medicinal power is absorbed depends entirely on the height of one's bone structure.

The better one's physical constitution, the faster one can absorb the medicinal power and the less medicinal power is wasted.

Under normal circumstances, it is more difficult for external martial arts masters to cultivate blood than for ordinary people.

However, with the assistance of the Level 2 cultivation room, Chen Qing's blood-burning speed was no slower than before, completely making up for his lack of physical strength.

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The next day, at the Micangdu Wharf.

The faces of all the laborers were beaming with barely suppressed joy.

The Yihe Gang, which had exploited them for decades, was driven away. From today onwards, the Micang Ferry will be fully taken over by the Tongfu Gang.

They had long heard the laborers at the West Ferry Wharf boast that the Tongfu Gang only took a 30% cut.

This means their future income will almost double.

We no longer have to live those miserable days of eating coarse food and barely surviving.

At this moment, everyone gathered in an open space by the river.

A platform more than ten feet wide was temporarily erected on the open ground. The platform was covered with a brand-new red cloth, and black triangular flags of the Tongfu Gang were stuck in the four corners. The two golden characters "Tongfu" were embroidered on the flags, which fluttered in the river wind.

Two bamboo poles stand on either side of the platform, with large red lanterns hanging from the top of each pole.

A row of long benches was set up in front of the stage, covered with blue cloth, specifically for the wealthy merchants at the dock to sit on.

The laborers of Micang Ferry stood behind the bench, waiting for the Tongfu Gang members to come on stage and officially announce the ownership of Micang Ferry.

The area where the Shangquan Gang is located.

Zhou Tao looked around and said with some surprise, "Why hasn't that kid A Qing come yet today?"

"Uncle Zhou, just you wait, Brother Qing will definitely surprise you!"

Da Niu, standing to the side, was so excited that his face turned red, and his voice unconsciously rose a few octaves.

"What could be bigger than a change of government at the docks?"

Zhou Tao shook his head, just about to ask Da Niu to go find Chen Qing, when he heard an excited shout from the surroundings.

"Here he comes. That's Steward Zhao from the Tongfu Gang. He was the one who killed Wang Kun from the Yihe Gang yesterday."

Zhao Hai strode up the platform, accompanied by a tall, handsome young man.

"Who's that young man next to him? He looks familiar."

"What do you mean, 'familiar'? Isn't that Master Chen?"

"Is that Master Chen? Why is he standing next to Steward Zhao?"

Among the crowd, many dockworkers recognized Chen Qing standing next to Zhao Hai.

At this moment, he was wearing a clean and tidy black double-breasted training shirt, and his hair had just been cut, making him look exceptionally energetic.

He stood tall and straight, and the youthful naiveté between his brows had been replaced by a sharper edge.

Just standing there, he exuded an air of authority that commanded respect without a hint of anger.

In the Shangquan Gang area, Zhou Tao and the others recognized Chen Qing at a glance. They were puzzled and had no idea why Chen Qing was on the high platform.

Just then, a loud voice rang out.

"Brothers."

On the high platform, Zhao Hai raised his hand in a gesture.

The noise on the dock instantly subsided.

Zhao Haiwei's stern voice echoed throughout the dock.

"I am Zhao Hai, a steward of the Tongfu Gang. I hereby declare that from this day forward, the Micang Ferry Terminal is under the control of the Tongfu Gang! All the ruthless rules of the Yihe Gang are hereby nullified!"

As soon as he finished speaking, cheers erupted from the audience. The laborers clapped and cheered wildly, some even weeping with joy.

The days when I was exploited like livestock are finally over.

"Gentlemen!"

Zhao Hai spoke again, and everyone quickly quieted down.

Let me introduce myself to you.

He turned to Chen Qing beside him and announced loudly, "This is Chen Qing, the new steward of my Tongfu Gang, and also the new leader of Micang Ferry!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience fell silent for a moment, then erupted in a commotion.

The businessmen sitting on the benches in the front row looked at each other in surprise.

"Such a young butler? He's probably not even twenty yet, is he?"

One of the middle-aged men, dressed in a silk robe, exclaimed in surprise.

"At such a young age, to be able to govern a region is truly remarkable."

The other person was also filled with shock.

For merchants who rely on this dock for shipping goods, the gangs that control the dock are indispensable if they want to operate steadily.

Therefore, they often deal with the dock managers.

As far as they knew, to be appointed as a steward in a large gang like the Yihe Gang or the Tongfu Gang, one had to be at least a martial arts master or a skilled fighter from another profession.

The young man on the stage looked no more than twenty years old, yet he already possessed such abilities; how could he not attract attention?

The dockworkers were so shocked they were speechless.

Everyone recognizes Chen Qing.

My impression of him was still that he kicked Zhang Mazi to death and refused to join the gang leader Qin Gen in exploiting them.

After such a long time, the docks remained relatively calm.

People gradually forgot about Chen Qing.

I never expected that when we met again today, he would have become a steward of such a behemoth as the Tongfu Gang.

From dockworker to gang leader, he traversed countless social classes.

"Master Chen... he actually became a steward of the Tongfu Gang?"

The leader of the Liugou gang stared in shock at the boy on the high platform.

"I heard that the deacons of these big gangs must be at least martial arts masters! Has Master Chen already become a martial arts master?"

The leader of the other small group stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

The area where the Shangquan Gang is located.

Zhou Tao froze on the spot, his mouth slightly open, unable to close it for a long time.

He rubbed his eyes, then rubbed them again, to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

That skinny boy who once needed his care, that novice laborer who could barely carry a sack of rice, has now become a big gang of stewards!

The sky at the Micangdu Wharf!

"Ah Qing has made something of herself!"

Zhou Tao's voice trembled, and his eyes welled up with tears.

"I want to be as amazing as Brother Qing someday!"

Da Niu clenched his fists, his eyes filled with admiration.

"Finally, someone from our Shangquan Gang has made it big!"

The group of laborers from Shangquan Gang looked at each other, straightened their backs, and their eyes gleamed with a burning light.

On the high platform.

Chen Qing stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the familiar faces below the stage.

Uncle Zhou, Da Niu, and all the brothers who sweated and carried bags together.

He took a deep breath and said loudly:

"My name is Chen Qing. I started out as a dockworker. A month ago, I was just like you, carrying bags of rice, eating dry rations, and being bossed around."

"I know how sore my back and legs are after a day's work. I also know that my family depends on that little bit of money to buy rice to cook, but after taking 60% of it, it's hard to even have a decent meal left."

He paused, his gaze sharpening.

"Therefore, starting today, the commission collected by the Micangdu Wharf will only be 30%."

Upon hearing this, a deafening cheer erupted from the audience.

Some people clapped and cheered, some were moved to tears, and some shouted at the top of their lungs, "Master Chen is benevolent and righteous!"

Chen Qing raised his hand to signal for quiet, and his voice became somber.

"From now on, I'll manage things at the docks. I'll be responsible for the safety of the goods. If anyone dares to cause trouble or bully you here, I, Chen Qing, will be the first to object."

He stood with his hands behind his back, his black clothes fluttering, and his brows were full of sharpness.

Having taken 20% of the profits, he would risk his life to ensure the safety of this area.