I traveled through time without patched pants, I was the richest man in the Republic of China

The legal tender is a currency that was only issued this year. With the government's vigorous promotion, one legal tender can now be exchanged for one silver dollar.

Based on the current prices in Shen City, one hundred French francs can buy four thousand kilograms of rice.

For Wei Ada, Xu Ayu, or most people in the alley, one hundred French francs is not a small amount of money.

As the lowest-ranking Chinese patrolman in the French Concession, Wu Ziyang only earned 20 French francs a month.

But for upper-class socialites like Xu Manhua, this largest city in the Far East is prosperous, luxurious, romantic and fashionable.

The money they spend on a cup of coffee or a western meal is enough for a family like Wei Miao's to live on for half a year.

Such a gap between the rich and the poor has created a very cruel characteristic of this era: the average life expectancy of ordinary people is only 35 years old.

It is common for ordinary people to see people around them die or disappear.

This is also the reason why after Wei Ada was injured, people in the alley just chatted about him as an after-dinner gossip, and after saying "you have bad luck", they went on to work on their livelihoods.

Ende Church was built five years ago and was originally a chapel used only by British and American expatriates.

Today is not a prayer day in the church, so it is very quiet.

Old nun Mary is instructing young nuns to do handicrafts, usually some small wooden ornaments or hand-sewn coasters and tablecloths.

People who come to pray will spend money to buy some, and the money can be used to repair the church or distributed to believers when going out to preach.

The lives of nuns are boring. They spend most of their time in silence and do not communicate with outsiders.

If there are any external affairs, the old nun Mary will come out to receive them.

"David, my dear child, how did you get here? Is your father all right?"

Mary was a young lady from a British aristocratic family in the last century. She became a nun in order to escape marriage.

She is over eighty years old and walks with a shaky look on her face.

Wei Miao walked up quickly and helped her sit down on the chair next to her. Then she spoke in standard English:

"Thank you for praying for him every day. He has woken up this morning and drank half a bowl of rice porridge..."

After listening to this, Mary made the sign of the cross on her forehead and chest and prayed silently for a while.

Seeing the genuine concern and devotion in the old nun's eyes, Wei Miao felt even warmer in his heart.

"Mary, thank you!" Wei Miao thanked sincerely.

After Wei Ada was sent back from the hospital, Wei Miao began to quickly review in his mind the people he had met and made friends with in the past two years, as well as the various things he had seen and heard.

The first thing she thought of was medicine, a drug called sulfa, an anti-inflammatory drug that worked wonders for gunshot wounds.

If the medical journal she read from Dr. Ding in the clinic was correct, this drug discovered from the dye had just passed clinical trials.

Not many people have discovered its true value yet.

She first went to the Ciro's Ballroom, wanting to wait for White Rose, and preferably get Wells' help through her to get the medicine she wanted.

Unfortunately, she waited at the door of Ciro's for two days and spent fifty cents before she learned from the doorman:

White Rose accompanied Wells on a trip to Hangzhou.

She had come to Mary only because she had to.

Nuns, like monks, cannot be contaminated by worldly things.

They have strict rules and even complaining about the food being unpalatable will result in punishment and prayer.

If you are involved in worldly affairs, you need to pray and pray for a long time, asking God for forgiveness and pardon.

But when Wei Miao told Mary about his own affairs, the old nun in front of him wrote a letter to him without any hesitation.

"David, take this with you and go to Charles & Co. to find my nephew. I hope he can still help you for God's sake."

The sunlight outside the window shone into the solemn church and sprinkled on the old nun, covering her with a holy light.

Wei Miao said softly to Sister Mary:

"Mr. Charles was very generous. He only took a symbolic amount of money from me and let me choose the medicine as I pleased."

Sister Mary showed a loving smile on her old face and said slowly:

"If I can help you, it means God is blessing you in secret."

Wei Miao does not believe in God, but she respects Sister Mary, so she also respects her beliefs.

Pray earnestly with her.

The old nun listened to Wei Miao's generous praise of her nephew, whom she had never met, and looked at the smart and polite girl in front of her with a more friendly look.

"Thank you for bringing me good news today. I will be in a great mood all day long."

After leaving the monastery, Wei Miao took a tram to the International Settlement.

There are many shops on Wumalu Road, and the quaint two-story buildings are all shops dealing in antiques.

A large number of former Qing nobles who make a living by selling precious treasures and antiques, government politicians and bureaucrats who pretend to be cultured, and all kinds of foreign gentlemen who like oriental antiquities.

A variety of complex factors have made the antique industry very prosperous in this first city in the Far East.

There are all kinds of legends on Wumalu every day. A chicken bowl bought for one dollar can be worth one hundred thousand dollars after being resold.

The value of a bronze ornament worth ten dollars is unpredictable.

Every detail has a legendary flavor.

Wei Miao was also curious about antiques. Her family was extremely talented and could learn anything quickly, especially low-dimensional things like the human race. As long as someone taught them and they studied hard, it would be easy to get started.

In the words of the human race, it is a genius.

When she was looking for ways to make money, she also wanted to get involved in the antique business.

I also learned a little bit from newspapers and a few books.

Her target today was not the shops on both sides, but the small stalls around them.

She now had 110 francs in her hand, and she planned to try her luck with 100 francs.

This is also the fastest way she can think of to make money.

Unfortunately, Wei Miao strolled around the antique street on Wumalu for an entire afternoon and didn't find anything valuable.

Just when she was about to give up, she saw a lonely stall at the very end.

The stall owner was about fifty years old, a fair-faced, beardless man, wearing a relatively clean coat and standing in front of his stall.

There was nothing else on the stall except a Yuan blue and white porcelain vase, which seemed to emit a faint halo in the setting sun.

Wei Miao walked over, squatted, and his eyes fell directly on the bottle.

If you put your small hand into the plum vase with a Ruyi shoulder-hanging broken branch flower and fruit pattern, and place your fingers under the mouth of the vase, you can feel two very faint symbols with your fingertips.

"Little baby, this is my treasure, you are touching it recklessly and there are no rules."

The stall owner spoke in a calm tone, without any hint of scolding.

Wei Miao withdrew his hand, looked at the stall owner opposite with his dark eyes, and said crisply:

"Old man, I think this vase is very eye-catching and beautiful. I want to buy it home for my mother to use for flower arrangement."

The old man raised his eyelids, took a close look at Wei Miao, then closed his eyelids again and said lazily:

"If you want to buy a vase for flowers, go to the department store. You can't afford it here."

Wei Miao puffed up his cheeks and said unconvincedly:

"How much can a fake Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain vase be worth?"

The stall owner became interested and asked her without arguing, "Do you know how to appraise treasures?"

Wei Miao pretended to be proud, "You all have an extraordinary background, how come I don't know how to appraise treasures?"

The stall owner suddenly looked at Wei Miao coldly, and his whole temperament instantly became extremely gloomy.