Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

It’s 9 o’clock in the evening and the night is dark.

Sai Wan Pier, Hong Kong Island.

Speaking of Sai Wan Pier, there is quite a story behind it. It was originally one of the three major piers on Hong Kong Island. However, two years ago, it was almost razed to the ground in a huge explosion.

The person who planned and carried out the explosion was former CIA Deputy Director Allen, with the aim of getting rid of the scourge Du Weiguo once and for all.

However, Allen's grave is now covered with grass, while Du Weiguo is still alive and well. One can only sigh that the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit.

Not only that, the British Empire and Citibank had a lot of arguments over the reconstruction of the dock and almost had a falling out.

After being delayed for half a year, the rebuilt Sai Wan Pier actually became private property.

The owner is Huang Qifa, just an unknown person. He is not even in Hong Kong Island, and no one knows whether he is dead or alive.

The actual owner of the wharf is, of course, Du Weiguo.

In addition, a huge fish market has been newly built next to the pier. Although it is called a fish market, it actually sells everything including rice, flour, grain, oil, meat, eggs, vegetables.

Sai Wan Fish Market has now become the largest, most comprehensive farmers' market in Hong Kong Island with the most comprehensive variety of dishes and the cheapest prices.

At the same time, the evening is also the most lively because of the night market.

Surrounding the fish market, the nearly four-kilometer-long road is filled with all kinds of stalls selling food, drinks, toys and daily necessities.

In the night market, there are even flesh-and-blood Buddhas selling prostitution. It is truly all-encompassing and has everything.

The reason why this night market has developed into what it is today is inseparable from the hard work of Du Weiguo, this big moth.

Too many immigrants have poured into Hong Kong Island in the past two years, and the total population in the urban area has now exceeded 500 million.

According to the original historical trajectory, this population size should have appeared in the early 80s. But it has been brought forward by more than ten years, allowing Hong Kong Island to reap the demographic dividend in advance.

Of course, there are also many disadvantages.

Housing in Hong Kong Island is now very tight. There are many makeshift shanty towns, and many people even sleep on the streets or under bridges.

Under such circumstances, public security in Hong Kong Island naturally declined, but housing prices did not skyrocket.

In the past, housing prices in Hong Kong Island were driven up to sky-high prices that were beyond the reach of ordinary people. The savings of several generations could not even afford a pigeon cage.

The root cause is not a lack of land in Hong Kong Island, but a lack of housing.

As for why there is a shortage of houses? It is nothing more than hunger marketing, using the trick of making things more valuable because of scarcity. More than 60% of the developable land in Hong Kong Island has been suppressed by the government and certain individuals, and they will not be developed no matter what.

However, in this life, with the unexpected appearance of Du Weiguo, this situation is unlikely to happen.

At least as long as he is alive, there will be no real estate bubble in Hong Kong Island and the few territories that he actually controls.

Damn, I have strayed off topic without realizing it.

There are a wide variety of food in the Sai Wan Night Market, and it is full of the flavor of life.

Because the vendors are all immigrants from all over the world, most of the local Chinese delicacies can be found here.

Steam pot chicken from Yunnan Province, snail noodles from Guangxi Province, Bobo chicken from Sichuan Province, pig-killing dishes from Northeast China, and roasted lamb from Northwest China.

As soon as he entered the night market, a strong, mixed aroma went straight into his nose. Du Weiguo couldn't help but sniff and exclaimed:

"It's delicious!"

"Sir, with your status, is it really okay to eat from these street stalls?"

Azhi, who was accompanying him, seemed a little nervous. In fact, she was reminding Du Weiguo in a subtle way not to reveal his identity.

Before meeting Du Weiguo, Azhi didn't know his true identity, nor did he know that he was the evil god as others called him, and he still doesn't know it until now.

But she was not stupid. Du Weiguo was extremely skilled. Every time he came to see her, he was elusive and generous. He would give her tens of millions without blinking an eye.

Her former boss, Ma Wuye, specialized in helping Du Weiguo purchase properties all over the world, which shows that his identity is definitely not simple.

"Hahaha~" Du Weiguo laughed out loud, put his arms around her neck, and said self-deprecatingly:

"What kind of identity do I have? Ah Zhi, I also came from a poor family. In the 60s, I even went hungry."

"Really?"

Looking at Du Weiguo, who was tall and strong like a bull, Azhi's face was full of disbelief.

"Of course, I'm from the north, and I really went hungry during the three-year natural disaster."

Du Weiguo didn't want to talk about the past, so he changed the subject after saying this.

"Besides, no one would recognize me after I've dressed up like this."

He was indeed dressed in a low-key manner today, wearing a blue-gray, half-worn overalls and a duckbill work cap of the same color on his head, which covered half of his face.

This attire is typical of factory workers. There are many of them in Hong Kong Island, especially near the docks. He looks very inconspicuous.

However, due to his height and physique, it is still difficult for Du Weiguo to blend in with the crowd.

But it's much better now. Only occasionally will someone glance at him with curiosity. He is no longer the center of attention like before, like a giant panda in the zoo.

Hearing him say this, Azhi breathed a sigh of relief and was in the mood to joke around.

"Sir, you are tall and in good shape. Even if you are dressed so simply and plainly, you still look very handsome."

"Haha, is that so?" Du Weiguo leaned close to her ear and said jokingly with a smile:

"How can I have a figure as good as yours? Ah Zhi, look at you, even if you wear such loose and baggy clothes, it still can't hide your beauty."

Azhi was wearing a loose blue-gray sweatshirt tonight and a pair of washed-out jeans, which really didn't show off her figure.

But her breasts were high, and especially when she walked, they shook very thrillingly.

Feeling Du Weiguo's aggressive gaze fixed on her chest, Ah Zhi's face turned red and she clenched her hands in front of her chest in embarrassment.

"Sir~" Ah Zhi said in a long and coquettish tone.

Ah Zhi's innocent and shy appearance softened Du Weiguo's iron heart. He rubbed her little head lovingly:

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. The smell of this place makes me even hungrier. Now we're all so hungry. Let's go buy something to eat."

"Sir, what would you like to eat?" Azhi finally smiled.

Du Weiguo rubbed his stomach and said, "I'll eat anything! I'm so hungry now that I can eat a cow!"

He was not exaggerating. Before coming to meet Azhi, in order to inspect the territory, he teleported dozens of times and crossed several continents.

Although I wasn't as exhausted as before and was about to die if I didn't eat, I was still very hungry.

It was only after a moment that Azhi realized the seriousness of the problem.

Du Weiguo is not bragging, he perfectly demonstrates what a glutton is.

Bamboo noodles, noodles with gravy, noodles with soybean paste, pork trotter rice, clay pot rice, glutinous rice, wontons, barbecued pork buns, and shrimp dumplings.

This was just the staple food. Du Weiguo also ate a variety of dishes and snacks. He wolfed down at least ten pounds of food, no more, no less.

"First, sir, are you feeling bloated?"

Seeing that Du Weiguo ate so much and yet could easily finish a whole bottle of Kirin beer in one breath, Azhi's eyes almost popped out and he could no longer hold back his curiosity.

Du Weiguo patted his still flat belly:

"What are you feeling full of? I'm only 70% full now. There's a black hole in my stomach." "Sir, why is your appetite so big? It's almost catching up with me~~"

Azhi suddenly covered her mouth and stopped talking in time, but Du Weiguo smiled, lit a cigarette, and finished what she was saying.

"What did I catch? A pig? No, a pig doesn't have as big an appetite as I do. On the ground, only a camel can barely compare with me.

Did you know that a camel has three stomachs? If it is full, it can live for three months without food or water. I am similar. I can eat, so I can work. "

Du Weiguo, this bastard, he deliberately put emphasis on the word capable, Ah Zhi understood it immediately, and his cheeks turned as red as a monkey's butt.

Although she was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to hide in, she still mustered up her courage and whispered:

"Sir, I'm sorry to spoil your fun. I should be able to recover tomorrow."

"Ouch~" Du Weiguo flicked her head in annoyance. Ah Zhi gritted her teeth in pain and forgot to be shy.

"When did I spoil the fun? How can a person who is in a bad mood eat so much?"

"I, I thought you~" Azhi said embarrassedly.

Du Weiguo shook his head helplessly:

"What do you think? When you are well fed and warm, you will think about sex? Ah Zhi, I just said that I miss you, not that I want to sleep with you."

"Oh, I understand, sir." Azhi buried his head in his chest like a kitten that had made a mistake.

Du Weiguo was somewhat tempted by her beauty and smacked his lips subconsciously:

"Okay, let's go. There's a Northwest Lamb Offal Soup restaurant over there. It smells good. Let's go try it."

"Still eating?" Ah Zhi opened his mouth in surprise.

"Huh?" A few minutes later, Du Weiguo, who had just drunk two glasses of beef soup, suddenly raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look to the side meaningfully.

"What's wrong, sir? Does it taste wrong?"

Ah Zhi asked with concern. She didn't eat the beef soup. On the way here, she had been eating a lot with Du Weiguo and was so full that it was almost up to her throat.

"Boss, pay the bill."

Du Weiguo didn't answer. He put down the spoon, threw a hundred-dollar Hong Kong dollar on the small table in front of the food stall, pulled Azhi and walked out.

Pulling her to an intersection, Du Weiguo whispered:

"Ah Zhi, go home first, I'll be back soon."

Ah Zhi was very sensible. He suppressed his doubts and said obediently, "Okay, sir, be careful. I'll wait for you at home."

Du Weiguo patted her shoulder and comforted her: "Well, don't worry, everything will be fine, I will be back soon."

Xihuan Night Market is not far from the villa where Azhi lives, and it takes about 10 minutes to walk there.

Du Weiguo squatted on the rooftop of a building closest to the night market like a night owl, watching Azhi walk into the house and making sure there was no threat around.

He put out his cigarette, his eyes suddenly flashed, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

At the edge of the Sai Wan Night Market, under the street lights, a large group of people gathered. It was very lively with three layers of people inside and outside, at least a few hundred people.

The innermost layer of the circle is a small gambling den set up on the ground. The rules of the game are extremely simple, which is the most traditional bean betting on odd and even numbers.

A wrinkled red velvet cloth was spread on the ground with two circles on it and the words "odd" and "even" written in white. A green porcelain bowl beside it was filled with white lentils.

Just grab a handful of lentils and scatter them on the red cloth. The gambling den owner uses a small green stick to move the lentils four by four to see whether the last four lentils left are odd or even.

It's that simple, crude, and without any technical content, at least that's what it looks like.

At this time, there was a lot of money piled in front of the gambling den owner, most of which was won by him. It looked like there were at least a few thousand dollars.

The way to play in this gambling den is that gamblers can only bet with the boss, with a one-to-one payout ratio and a 50% chance of winning.

"Single! I'm paying for this one, flop! I don't believe I can get 7 doubles in a row!"

A burly man with short hair was obviously very angry. With red eyes, he angrily threw a few banknotes into the circle where the bill was written.

"Me too! I don't believe it's so weird!" A skinny man next to the short-haired man also threw a few coins down.

"I'll join in too!"

A few more men followed suit and paid the bill, and the total amount was almost a thousand yuan.

"Okay, everyone, the God of Wealth has made his purchase, so let's open the market!"

When the gambling den owner saw that no one was betting, he reached out to grab the porcelain bowl with a smile.

"Wait!"

At this moment, the short-haired man suddenly shouted, and at the same time stretched out his big hand like a palm-leaf fan and grabbed the wrist of the gambling den owner.

He glared at the gambling den owner and said, "Fuck you, I suspect you are cheating, I'm here to catch you!"

"Okay, okay, no problem. I'll give you the stick, and you can even count the beans for me. Boss, do you think this is okay?"

The gambling den owner was not angry. He broke free from the wrist and handed the green stick in his hand to the short-haired man.

"Okay! If this is still a double, I will admit defeat!"

The short-haired man was not afraid either. After grabbing the small stick, he scooped a handful of white lentils from the porcelain bowl without hesitation, poured it on the red cloth, and then started to pick them up with the small stick.

"Single! Single! Single!" All the onlookers screamed with red faces.

"Ah~"

When the short-haired man picked the last few beans, there were only four left, and everyone sighed with regret.

"Damn it, this is so weird!" The short-haired man angrily smashed the stick on the red cloth.

"Hehe, thank you all for the money." The gambling stall owner smiled and clasped his fists, made a round gesture towards everyone, and stretched out his hand to collect the money in the circle.

The boss is not old, about 20 years old, with big eyes, high nose bridge, and looks quite energetic, but his eyes are a little cunning and shifty.

Du Weiguo, who was mixed in the crowd, couldn't help but frowned as he looked at the young boss who was collecting money, and started to murmur in his heart.

Just now, he was drinking beef soup when he suddenly sensed a strange magnetic field unique to people with special abilities not far away.

The boss of the gambling den in front of him is the source of the magnetic field.

Just now, with Du Weiguo's keen eyesight, he clearly saw that the short-haired man had caught an odd number of white lentils, and there should be one left in the end.

However, when he scattered the lentils onto the red cloth, one was suddenly missing for unknown reasons.

This is definitely not a magic trick or a gambling technique. There is no hand trick in the world that can hide from his eyes.

He was 100% sure that the lentil had disappeared out of thin air!

The only two explanations are that the boss of this gambling den is either a person with space abilities, or he has space like him. (End of this chapter)