Only children in Siheyuan make choices. I want them all.

"You don't have to apologize to me! I know you have a good relationship with Mr. Chen, and I understand all this!" Zhang Jianjun smiled and waved his hands.

Hearing these words, Mr. Chen couldn't help but sigh: "Zhang Jianjun, you are such a good comrade! When I return this time, I will talk to the higher-ups about your abilities and try to get you a good position."

At this moment, the big shot's men came back with the medicine in their hands: "Report! I have bought the medicine, and I guarantee that it is genuine medicine of sufficient age."

Zhang Jianjun took the Chinese medicine and opened it to check: "Not bad! There is nothing wrong with these medicines. I will go and boil them!"

After Zhang Jianjun finished speaking, he went to the kitchen, took out a special casserole for decocting medicine, and then secretly released spiritual spring water from the space. Using spiritual spring water to decoct medicine can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

After doing all this, Zhang Jianjun returned to the house and said to Elder Chen with a smile: "Elder Chen, I am going to remove the needle now. You may vomit blood. This is a normal reaction. Don't worry."

Old Chen smiled and nodded: "Okay! Comrade Jianjun, go ahead and do it."

Zhang Jianjun acted quickly like lightning and pulled out all 107 silver needles from Old Chen's body, leaving only one silver needle.

"Why don't you pull out Jianjun? There is still a needle!" The big shot asked curiously.

"It's nothing! Everyone stay away. Mr. Chen will vomit blood soon, and it will be bad if he vomits blood on you." Zhang Jianjun waved his hand, signaling the people around him to stay away.

After everyone around had gone away, Zhang Jianjun pulled out the last silver needle. Suddenly, Old Chen opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black, sticky blood.

Looking closely, there was a lot of blood, which had already coagulated into clots. This was the culprit causing Mr. Chen's chest tightness.

"Old Chen, how do you feel?" the big shot asked with concern.

"I feel much more comfortable. It's as if the big stone in my chest is gone." Old Chen replied with a smile.

"Congratulations! Congratulations! I'm glad that you're okay, Old Chen. I feel relieved!" The big shot smiled and patted Old Chen on the shoulder.

"I would like to thank Comrade Zhang Jianjun for this. I will always remember your kindness today." Mr. Chen said to Zhang Jianjun gratefully.

"No, no! It's my honor to be able to save a hero like you!" Zhang Jianjun said modestly.

The three of them continued to talk for a few more sentences, and the medicine was ready. Zhang Jianjun took the medicine and gave it to Mr. Chen to take.

"Jianjun, why isn't your medicine bitter? And I feel very hot after drinking it. What's going on?" Old Chen frowned and asked with a puzzled look on his face. He has been drinking Chinese medicine all his life, and this is the first time he has encountered such a situation.

"Haha! This is my secret. It's normal for you to feel hot. This medicine can expel all the negative energy, moisture and other dirt in your body." Zhang Jianjun explained with a smile. He knew that his medicine was unique, but the specific formula was kept secret.

"So that's it!" Old Chen suddenly realized, and a look of joy appeared on his face. He could feel the heat flowing in his body, as if there was a force cleaning his body.

At this moment, the assistant beside the big shot glanced at his watch and said, "Chief, you have an important meeting to attend this afternoon. Time is already very tight. You must leave now, otherwise you will be late."

The big shot nodded after hearing this, then looked at Zhang Jianjun and asked with concern: "Jianjun! Is Lao Chen okay in this state? Can he attend the meeting?"

Zhang Jianjun smiled and shook his head, indicating that there was no problem: "Don't worry! Chief, Mr. Chen is in good health and can attend the meeting."

"That's good! That's good! Then we'll say goodbye and leave first! We'll come to see you again in a few days." The big shot and Old Chen said hello to Zhang Jianjun and left in a hurry.

Their pace seemed a little hurried, as if they couldn't wait to deal with the next thing.

Not long after Elder Chen and the others left, Lawrence asked anxiously, "Master, you are going to be an instructor! What should I do? Will I not be able to practice with you in the future?"

Zhang Jianjun smiled and waved his hands: "I'm going to be an instructor! It's not like I'm going to join the army. Two hours a day is enough, and the rest of the time I'll be at home."

After hearing what Zhang Jianjun said, Lawrence excitedly said loudly: "Really, Master? This is really great! I was worried that I would not be able to practice with you in the future."

Zhang Jianjun smiled sinisterly and said to Lawrence, "Lawrence, do you like practicing? From today on, the three hours of practice a day will be increased to eight hours!"

Lawrence opened his mouth in disbelief: "Ah? Master, are you kidding me? Practicing for eight hours a day will kill you."

Zhang Jianjun pretended to be angry and said, "What? With your current physical condition, you can definitely practice for eight hours a day. Go and practice for me now."

Zhang Jianjun didn't give Lawrence a chance to continue complaining, and directly dragged him out of the house...

At the same time, the big shot and Mr. Chen also drove to the meeting place.

After the meeting was over, the big shot couldn't help but say, "Comrade Zhang Jianjun, whom I told you about last time, is willing to serve as an instructor! But he also gave us a difficult problem!"

Everyone asked curiously: "What's the problem? Tell us!"

At this time, Elder Chen interrupted and said, "The technique that Zhang Jianjun practices is too powerful. He is worried that if he teaches too many people, it will get out of control. After all, ordinary people will become uncontrollable if they possess extraordinary powers. Therefore, the trainees must be strictly selected."

The big shot also spoke up and agreed, "Yes! We saw with our own eyes that Zhang Jianjun was invulnerable to swords and guns. A sharp kitchen knife chopped him, but not only was he not hurt at all, but the knife was bent directly."

After hearing the big shot's words, everyone present gasped. They didn't expect that there was someone in this world who was invulnerable to swords and guns.

At this time, someone in the crowd suggested: "Why don't we form a special operations team? All members are recruited from the second generation of the military and trained. Wouldn't this solve the problem?"

When Mr. Chen heard this, he immediately clapped his hands and said, "What a great idea! This way, we won't have to worry about anything, and loyalty and other aspects will be guaranteed."

The big shot also agreed: "Yes! I agree with this proposal. Who of you is in favor and who is against it?"

After everyone present exchanged a few words in a low voice, they all nodded in agreement.

"Okay! Since everyone agrees, let's go back and select the people!" After saying this, the big shot stood up and left the meeting room.

In the afternoon, Mr. Chen went to the army and carefully selected a thousand soldiers who were top-notch in terms of origin, bloodline, and physical fitness.

I have to say that the older generation is very decisive in doing things and never put off today's work until tomorrow.