He showcased a few turns in front of the mirror, making slight adjustments to some muscle distribution.
"Another trick for disguising as a fat man to save your life!"
Fu Qingjun grew more satisfied the more he looked; this world was too dangerous, the more means of self-defense, the safer he felt.
The use of his hair had been developed by him to become more refined.
"As for the woven clothing for the upper body, it's unnecessary. Let the hair wrap around the waist, usually as muscle shirt..."
Fu Qingjun looked at himself in the mirror, very satisfied, but suddenly frowned: "But when the woven muscles become sturdy, I seem to look shorter, developing horizontally like a stout, handsome Wu Dalang."
"But the height issue can be resolved."
"Wearing height-increasing shoes with over twenty centimeters, it'll barely be acceptable to go outside, and the sense of discord can probably be tolerated. The disguise to replace the martial arts bigwig, Fu Qingjun, is no longer a problem...."
"The appearance can be solved, but when fighting, or even pressing down on my muscles, it's clear I'm an inflatable boy..." Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, sat on a chair to calm himself down, and then shook the bell by the window.
Ding ding dong dong.
A few minutes later, the little trumpet from the downstairs tea stall came over, as she had been specially instructed to stay near him.
Even being a shut-in at home had a personal nanny; Fu Qingjun had never had such a high-class treatment before.
The little trumpet's sausage lips had visibly reduced a lot, but still looked rosy, muttering: "Brother Fu, hasn't your martial arts breakthrough yet? I've been watching over you for days."
Fu Qingjun pretended not to hear, sticking his head out and saying: "I need to get some rubber bands... If possible, fetch a pocket watch and a music box."
The little trumpet shyly said, "I don't have money anymore."
Fu Qingjun was speechless.
I just gave you money and it's all gone?
How do you, being so small, eat so much?
He's about to be so poor he can't even afford to cook; he can only hand over his last three taels of silver and ask her to buy some rice on the side, as he doesn't have any rice at home, both he and the ants eat too much.
"Trust me, if we get the music box or pocket watch, we'll have money." Fu Qingjun said earnestly.
"How much money?" The little trumpet asked curiously.
"Very, very wealthy." Fu Qingjun said: "If possible, we have a high chance of not needing to seize the train station grounds anymore. That's the old martial arts routine; we're the new era, leading the brothers into high-tech paths, mechanized production processes, assembly line production..."
"Mechanized, high-tech? Assembly line production?"
The little trumpet seemed to understand but had heard these terms.
"That pocket watch, music box must be really important, but I don't quite understand buying them, I've never played with them." The little trumpet scratched her head, the lush hair was very smooth, making Fu Qingjun uncontrollably look a few extra times.
The little trumpet said again: "But, Sister Li Mo next door definitely understands this."
"Li Mo?"
Fu Qingjun thought for a moment, Li Mo should have gone to work, "Wait for her to finish work and let her accompany you... This money might not be enough. After all, these things are expensive, but let her pay! Tell her I said so, I will give her a better job, we will produce extremely high precision music boxes, pocket watches... she can oversee these matters."
"Let an outsider do it?" The little trumpet seemed a bit puzzled.
Fu Qingjun shook his head, "You martial arts muscular folks don't understand business; she has a smart mind, perfect for this. You guys can establish a security agency, responsible for collecting the money."
"Oh, oh." The little trumpet nodded.
She thought for a moment and asked: "Recently, has anyone been injured over at our train station?"
The little trumpet was taken aback, "Yes! Qin Ru got injured, hurt her waist... really quite pitiful, her husband died, she can only move goods, but she belongs to the opposite group, not under our care... Plus, the train station is no longer ours."
Qin Ru?
She should be Qin Hong's sister.
Fu Qingjun thought for a moment, saying: "Tell me her address."
The little trumpet was dazed for a few seconds and replied: "On this street, the building next door, third floor, near the corner spot; are you going to seclude yourself and visit a subordinate, Brother Fu? But she's not even ours?"
Fu Qingjun shook his head and didn't explain.
Follow-up tracking after experimentation is still necessary.
Will the hairline regrow?
How is the physical condition?
Are the mental fatigue side effects severe?
The sister's residence must be the same as the younger sister's residence.
Moreover, follow-up experiments are possible; knowing where people live is crucial first.
Fu Qingjun dispatched the little trumpet and felt some relief in his heart.
The ant wine had accumulated quite a bit.
But it's difficult to resolve financial issues in the short term, because such products are hard to sell, due to their nature as commodities.
You must build brand reputation, which isn't resolved in two or three days.
But mechanical crafts are different, they can sell once produced.
"Music boxes, pocket watches, if handcrafted, those muscular ants should be able to manage... In this era, they are already high-end luxuries." Fu Qingjun planned to give a sample for them to study and imitate, which would bring money.
By the evening, Fu Qingjun saw Li Mo and little trumpet knocking at the door.
Li Mo handed over a music box and pocket watch, "Thirty-seven taels of silver, I'm betting my life savings on you, is what you said true?"
Fu Qingjun nodded.
Li Mo clearly trusted his character, or perhaps the original owner's prestige; as soon as he spoke, she bet everything on him, a testament to the original owner's charisma.
"Little trumpet doesn't lie; you know my character." Fu Qingjun said.
"But..." Li Mo expressed some doubts, "This is really difficult! It's not that no one has tried manufacturing them, even some blacksmiths are trying, but the speed is too slow, precision is very high, especially with pocket watches, they say the gears are precise to the millimeter level, all sorts of mechanical structures..."
"Don't worry, I won't deceive you guys." Fu Qingjun thought for a moment and said: "If it works, you guys can contact for sales, I already have channels."
"Need to contact the brothers." The little trumpet was unshakeable.
Fu Qingjun paused, saying: "Indeed, contact the brothers, but no rush, let's wait until we succeed, see how things go tomorrow."
"Alright." The little trumpet said.
...
Fu Qingjun sent them off, still feeling some hesitation.
The little trumpet, with her big mouth, while unlikely to spread everywhere, will certainly talk to people with good relations in the gang...
But he'll have to face it eventually, gradual progress is also fine.
He didn't think too much, directly paused for a moment, "Daytime has lasted three or four centuries, probably calmed down, aiming for tonight's three or four centuries, let the ant civilization produce the items, and see if it's possible to open the tunnel on that side, preliminarily explore."
Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, but at one glance at the entire sandbox, discovered the entire Demon Country was stained with blood, slaughter, all filled with an aura of death, war breaking out, unprecedentedly intense.