The next day.

Zhang Chu got up early and burned incense to take a bath.

Then he put on a clean and loose white robe, held the lacquer box and walked into the seclusion stone room located in the deepest part of the Zhang Mansion.

Open the paint box.

Open the cast iron box.

A light red hot stream visible to the naked eye surged out of the cast iron box, instantly roasting the less spacious closed stone chamber into a hot summer.

Zhang Chu was amazed at the black object in the cast iron box.

This earth fire fell into his hands for at least half a month.

Although I was kept very carefully and did not let the fire in the box see the wind and snow, I did not deliberately replenish the heat for the fire in the box... Master Gui knew whether this rare thing was picky about food or not, and would replenish the heat randomly?

Will it affect its own quality?

But now he opened the cast iron box, the state of this fire seed was exactly the same as when he first opened it, and the temperature did not drop significantly!

If we include the distance from Jintian Mansion to Taiping Town.

In other words, this kind of fire has been taken out of the flame for more than twenty days!

Keep it for twenty days without any fuel, and maintain an almost constant terrifying high temperature.

This is obviously unscientific!

"Could it be that the so-called fire is actually a nuclear fusion object similar to the sun?"

Zhang Chu pinched his chin and tried to use his poor physical knowledge to define this magical object.

But he soon gave up on the idea.

Dali is not the earth.

It's not necessarily true even if it's not in the Milky Way.

Using the scientific view of the earth to analyze everything about Dali is a very stupid and meaningless thing no matter how you look at it.

No one will award him the Nobel Prize in Physics in Dali.

Zhang Chu complained secretly and slapped the cast iron box with a palm.

The powerful transformation force surged out, and the thick cast iron box suddenly shattered countless pieces and scattered all over the ground, and did not touch the seeds of earth fire in the box.

The black earth fire seed, which was like a weight, was finally completely exposed.

It's so black that it's reflective.

Zhang Chu leaned closer and looked carefully before finding that this Earth Fire seed was a bit like obsidian formed by the cooling of lava.

He withdrew his gaze, surrounded the fire seeds with his hands, and with a thought, strands of blood and energy spurted out from the palms of his hands, and quickly poured into the earth's fire seeds.

A surprising scene happened!

As soon as his blood and energy entered the seed of earth fire, the seed of earth fire that was still black the previous second suddenly lit up like a red charcoal fire!

Zhang Chu did not expect this change, and he panicked and withdrew his blood and energy.

As he retreated, he immediately felt a sense of burning fire, surging from the palms of his hands along his arms into his body.

However, the more you go, the less the feeling of burning fire becomes.

Before it reached its chest, it completely disappeared.

Zhang Chu did not lose his composure.

He calmed down and felt his blood and energy, and found that the fire in his blood and energy had been slightly enhanced.

Very subtle.

If you don’t perceive it carefully, you can hardly perceive it!

"Is this the silk drawing method for refining fire seeds?"

Zhang Chu browsed in confusion, always feeling that something was wrong, but for a while, he couldn't think of something wrong.

At this time, the importance of the master is reflected.

If Zhang Chu's master is still there, he can ask his master to solve his doubts at this time.

A qualified and qualified person to be his master will inevitably solve his confusion.

Perhaps it was a few words of guidance.

Maybe it's a demonstration myself.

The so-called true transmission is often just a sentence.

But that sentence pointed out a layer of window paper.

If you break that layer of window paper, you can enter the room and go up to another floor.

If you can't break the window paper, you can only stand still and get the door without entering.

Unfortunately, Liang Wufeng died early...

Zhang Chu thought about it for a while, but he still couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Yes, there is fire in his blood and energy. If he absorbs new fire and enters his body, will it become more intense?

Nothing wrong!

Zhang Chu felt that maybe he was too nervous and wanted to split, so he meditated and adjusted his mindset.

After his mood calmed down, he continued to use the "silk extraction method" to use his own blood and energy to extract the fire from the seeds of earth fire bit by bit and incorporate it into his own blood and energy.

...

Inside the lobby of the Taiping Club.

Wu Qianyuan sat on a large cast iron chair, with several stacks of documents neatly stacked on the long cloud pattern table in front of him.

Under the hall, Mule, Sun Si, Zhang Meng, and Jing Wuyang's four main hall masters were separated from each other, lowering their eyebrows and raising their eyes, and subtle eyes were conveying back and forth.

"The Qingmu branch in Qingmu Town is too close to the Jiayu branch in Jiayu County, so there is no need to open another rudder. It will be scrapped on the spot today, and the veterans of the head rudder will be recalled, and the branch rudder gangs will be merged into the Jiayu branch!"

Wu Qianyuan in the hall said without raising his head, and finally grabbed a book and threw it under the hall.

"Bang."

The thick papers fell heavily on the smooth ground, and the slightly dull slap sounded particularly loud in the empty lobby.

All four people in the hall had their eyelids leaped suddenly.

Sun Sier, who has a temper more and more like his elder brother, has a tight body, her steel teeth are chewing, and her veins as thick as a little finger on her forehead are constantly rising and falling. She sits down on the armrest of the chair

He had already made it into powder.

He was trying desperately to restrain himself.

Desperate patience.

Wu Qianyuan was not enough to make him so patient.

Even if Wu Qianyuan has someone stronger than him, he can't stop him.

He followed his elder brother to chop people on the streets in his early twenties. If he was afraid of death and cherished his life, he would not be able to live now and would not be able to take the position of the Red Flower Hall.

He would be so restrained and so patient.

It was because Liu, holding the Jingyun knife that they all knew, stood on the side of the steps under the cast iron chair.

They know the meaning of it.

"A huge Qingyetang manages such a small property and actually supports more than 200 accountants?"

"Master Zhang, I don't care what method you use, you can only leave fifty best accountants, and all the others will be dismissed to me. The industries they control will be taken over. I will arrange personnel to take over as soon as possible.

!”

"Bang."

Another book was thrown into the hall.

Zhang Meng's eyelids jumped suddenly.

As soon as I touched my mouth gently, I cut off more than half of my accountant?

Do you know how difficult it is for me to train these accountants? You cut off most of them?

What should I do if I check the accounts in the future?

Also, I led people to do so many businesses bit by bit. You just took them away? Have you asked the leader?

But Liu was standing on the steps. No matter how anxious Zhang Meng was, he would not dare to openly refute Wu Qianyuan. He could only look at the mule with his help.

The mule's eyes look at the nose, and the nose looks at the heart.

Don't look at me!

The gang leader greeted this matter himself, and I didn’t dare to interrupt!
To be continued...