1994 was the year of the dog. For China, it was the 45th anniversary of the founding of the new dynasty. However, Lu Li couldn't go back to China to share this. What he needed to think about now was how to make money. In America, money was not everything, but it could at least do a lot of things. Lu Li was planning to practice martial arts and flying swords again, which would cost a lot of money. He had to work hard to make money.
Fortunately, 1994 was a lucky year. It was the year that the United States successfully hosted the World Cup of Football. Although Lu Li didn't like these sports, he remembered that Brazil won the championship, followed by Italy, Sweden, and Sofia. He took advantage of the opportunity to gamble and successfully increased his 100,000 dollars by more than ten times, making him a millionaire.
Millions of assets were nothing to a capitalist country like the United States, and to Lu Li, it was nothing. His cultivation required more money than this, so Lu Li once again put the money into the market to buy some stocks. Of course, he definitely couldn't get shares of a transcendent firearms company like Stark Industries and Osborne, but he could get money from other places, such as the Internet and entertainment. With the guidance of his original world, although he didn't win all of them, he had managed to make a name for himself after a few rounds. He found some ordinary factories to produce items to accumulate wealth and pay taxes. He also had tens of millions of dollars in savings and officially settled down in New York.
"Phew!" Lu Li sat in front of the fire in his villa and gently stretched out his hand. He placed his hand above the fire to warm himself up, but Lu Li only grabbed the fire as if he was playing with it. He felt the heat and pulled it back. This was a way to train his Vitality.
It had been two years since Lu Li had transmigrated to this world. 1994 had turned into 1996. His body seemed to have been transformed by time and space. Although he had shrunk in age and lost his flying sword, he still had his strength. He was brave and unhurried. In two years, he had accumulated wealth and gradually recovered his strength, planning to reforge his flying sword.
Martial arts practitioners had to practice three types of power: open power, hidden power, and neutral power. These three types of power weren't layered, but rather, they were all at the same level. Perhaps beginners needed to take it step by step, so it gave people the feeling that they would practice open power first, then hidden power, and finally neutral power. Lu Li was an exception. He had mastered all three types of power, just like how he would be able to practice his character easily after reaching the maximum level in a game.
There were three types of strength in martial arts. The open strength strengthened the bones and muscles, the hidden strength strengthened the internal organs, and the transformed strength regulated the blood and Qi. If the bones and muscles were not strong, one could not practice the open strength, or else it would break them. After learning the hidden strength, one could not practice it too often, because it might weaken the heart muscle and shorten one's lifespan. The transformed strength could not be practiced recklessly, either. If one lost their temper, the blood and Qi would attack each other. In the light, they would be seriously ill and paralyzed. In the serious case, the blood and Qi would attack each other and they would die on the spot.
"Collapse!" Lu Li grabbed the flame with both hands. Soon, his palms were red. It was not the pink of burns but the red of blood. He pinched his fingers into sword fingers and started to hack, flick, break and lift. He practiced all kinds of sword moves. As he moved, the tendons on his fingers made a sound like a bowstring being pulled. As he moved, the tendons on his fingers absorbed the Qi and blood in his hands, making them tougher, stronger and more flexible. At the same time, the red color on his palm began to fade.
"Beep beep beep!" The phone on the table next to him suddenly rang.
"Hey!" Lu Li put away his sword finger and picked up the phone.
"Boss!" Lu Li's subordinate Jack's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Jack, what's wrong?" Lu Li stood up and walked to the kitchen. He opened a pot that was stewing on the stove. There was a whole black chicken stewed in it, along with herbs such as Angelica and Ginseng that could replenish Qi and blood. These were specially used by Lu Li to nourish his body. Martial artists needed nutrition, and it was definitely a bottomless pit. Therefore, in the past two years, Lu Li had quickly started to earn money. When he had earned enough money, he began to practice martial arts and prepare to forge flying swords.
"Boss, I've found what you need.”Jack was a Chinese and was Lu Li's partner. He helped him manage the factory and handle some small matters.
"Oh, good news!" Lu Li said.
"I've already spent some money to buy it. I've already sent it to you along with the receipt.”Jack said.
"Okay, thank you, Jack!”Lu Li nodded and said a few polite words before hanging up the phone. He grabbed the clay pot with a rag and scooped the chicken and soup into a plate. He brought it to the living room, turned on the TV, and began to enjoy the delicious food while watching the daily news.
"Ding dong!" Someone knocked on the door.
"Please come in!" Lu Li put the chicken drumstick in his mouth, along with the meat and bones. He chewed and swallowed. Then he stood up, grabbed a towel to wipe his hands, walked to the door of the house, and opened the security door.
"Sir, your express delivery!" Outside the door was a pretty woman. She said to Lu Li expressionlessly and handed him a long parcel.
"Yes! Jack's movements are quite fast!" Lu Li raised his eyebrows. He took the long package and was about to close the door, but the woman outside blocked him.
"Hello, sir. My name is Maria Hill. I'm an agent from the National Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau!”The woman looked at Lu Li with emerald green eyes and introduced herself formally.
" Land…!" Lu Li was holding the long package. He finally noticed the pretty girl. He opened his mouth. The name was a bit long and hard to pronounce.
"Anyway, you're not a courier, right? This isn't a bomb, is it?" Lu Li looked down at the package in his hand.
"It's the National Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau. My name is Maria Hill! Mr. Calcifer, this is the ancient sword that your agent, Mr. Jack Li, bought from the auction house. It's not a bomb. We're not a terrorist organization.”Maria Hill looked indifferent.
"I'm sorry, this name sounds familiar, but I can't remember it clearly. Hmm, come in first. I'm sorry, I'm eating. Why are you looking for me? Which side are you from?" Lu Li nodded as he listened to the woman's voice. Homeland Strategic Defense, Attack, and Logistics Support Bureau. He remembered that this was the full name of the S.H.I.E.L.D., but he didn't seem to have caused any trouble. How did he attract the attention of these people?
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