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

His shout was so earth-shattering that people in the shops across the street craned their necks to look over here.

The onlookers all gasped, but Lu Pingsheng turned a blind eye and squatted down to say to the stall owner:

"I know that this is against the rules, but you owe my uncle a favor, so it's understandable that I break the rules this time, right?"

The stall owner then looked at him straight in the eye, then stared at Wei Miao and said, "My dear friend, what do you think?"

The confusion in Wei Miao's eyes flashed away, and then he spread his hands and muttered softly:

"Mr. Al only gave me the authority to do 20,000."

Others couldn't understand it, but Lu Pingsheng, an elite from the 21st century, understood it.

The last bit of doubt in his heart was dispelled. This person was not a time traveler, nor was he reborn.

He felt that he had seen the truth: a poor kid wearing patched clothes could not only speak standard foreign language, but also had a crush on street vendor goods. . .

He looked around, especially at the second floor of the shop opposite, where he saw several foreigners leaning against the window looking over here.

He was more certain of his guess that there was someone behind the little guy, probably a foreign official who wanted to take advantage of the situation and was reluctant to come forward himself. . .

The stall owner slowly stood up from the small stool. He was not tall, and his back was a little hunched. He looked at Wei Miao with drooping shoulders and said:

"Little boy, why don't you ask the person behind you to add another one?"

Wei Miao was a small person, not showing any fear at all, he spread out his hands and said:

"No need. No matter how much you add, it won't be enough to make up for the favor you owe me."

The old stall owner laughed out loud, very happily but with a hint of shrillness. He coughed a few times and said:

"It's been a long time since I met such an interesting doll."

Wei Miao pursed his lips. What he said was that he hadn't encountered it for a long time, not that he had never encountered it before.

Seeing that the matter was settled, Lu Pingsheng said anxiously:

"I don't have that much money with me. You have to go to the bank with me to withdraw money."

The people around just reacted at this time. Some of them exchanged glances with each other, while others stared at the blue and white porcelain vase with burning eyes.

They were just there to watch the show, who could have known they would see a scene like this.

The next day, Wumazhai had a new legend, and the storyteller had another story to tell.

Especially those stall owners who also set up stalls, looking at the people leaving, they wanted to snatch the blue and white porcelain and hold it in their arms.

With 25,000 US dollars, you can buy a small Western-style house in the concession and live a stable life for many years.

If it really doesn't work, go back to the countryside, buy land and become a local landlord, which is also very comfortable.

"Oh, this old man has been setting up a stall here for a month, and he only has one bottle on the stall, and no one pays any attention to him."

"That's right. He comes every day at dawn and leaves at dusk, as if he is waiting for the young master of the Lu family."

"Oh, if I had known..."

They didn't say the rest, but everyone thought so. Unfortunately, there is no way to know it in advance.

Money can't buy it, I already knew it.

It was Wei Miao’s first time riding in a car, and the speed was not fast, but when she looked out the window at the bustling foreign land on the Bund side, she felt deeply moved.

This place is in stark contrast to the cramped alleys where they live.

In her previous life, she was a male lion living in the tropical savannah. She had hardly ever seen humans, let alone such a glorious scene.

Thinking of this, her eyes fell on the young master of the Lu family sitting in the co-pilot seat.

This person was different from everyone she had met here. Even the playboy Wu Ziyang in the alley did not have the arrogance of this person.

Yes, even though he tried hard to suppress it, he still gave off an air of superiority, and occasionally there was a flash of pity.

Wei Miao wandered around Wumazhai for a long time, waiting for just such a person, an "outsider" who was incompatible with this world.

"Old man, take the kid with you. I'm a little suspicious that you two are making condoms for me now."

Lu Pingsheng turned his head and suddenly spoke.

The old stall owner, who was pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed, said calmly: "Then Master Lu can also let us go."

Lu Pingsheng choked for a moment, and then asked Wei Miao, who was curiously looking at the scenery outside the window:

"Little brat, who is behind you?"

Wei Miao looked at him with disapproval in his eyes, and said maturely: "Don't listen to anything inappropriate."

Lupin's handsome face turned red with anger. Everything had been going smoothly for him since he came here, but today he ran into two troublemakers and suffered a loss.

Wrong!

The China Hui Bank was built last year by Green Gang leader Du Yuesheng. From a distance, the tower is tall, majestic and beautiful, and it still looks very impressive among the tall buildings on the Bund.

Lu Pingsheng strode forward, and the two lackeys who arrived first were waiting for their young master at the bank door.

He watched his young master coming from afar, nodding and bowing, very considerate.

The old stall owner looked at Wei Miao who was holding the blue and white porcelain vase and said, "Hold it tight, kid."

Wei Miao nodded, her hands were steady.

The group entered the bank and a bank teller saw them and came out to greet them.

Twenty thousand US dollars is not a lot, but not a little either. After a while, the two stacks of dollars were exchanged for the blue and white porcelain vase.

Lu Pingsheng got into the car holding the bottle and turned to look at the old man and the young boy who disappeared in the crowd.

“Young Master, should we…” The subordinate made a nodding gesture.

"roll!"

Lu Pingsheng finally had a place to vent his depressed mood.

The two men sitting in the back seat immediately shrank their necks like quails.

Lu Pingsheng held the blue and white porcelain vase in his hand and had already made up his mind. He would also raise the price and sell it to the foreigner for 35 US dollars.

He spent 20,000 yuan to buy a fake and sold it to a foreigner for more than ten times the price. After thinking this, he felt better.

Wei Miao followed the old stall owner through many twists and turns before finally getting on a rickshaw.

"Go to the French Concession..." the old stall owner gave a place name.

When the rickshaw driver in a jacket heard that it was a big job, he was delighted and said loudly:

"Okay, you two sit tight."

At this time, the setting sun has already disappeared into the horizon, and the merchants in the foreign concessions have already impatiently turned on the neon lights to welcome the most prosperous moment of night Shanghai.

Seeing that Wei Miao didn't show any surprise when he heard the address he gave, the old stall owner's eyes flashed with a gleam, and then he closed his eyes to rest.

Wei Miao let the cool breeze hit his face, his eyes falling on the people and scenery on both sides of the street.

For a moment, the only sound was the rickshaw driver's running footsteps, and neither the old man nor the young man spoke first.

The rickshaw drivers worked hard, shuttling back and forth through the busiest streets of the French Concession.

The foreign women in Western dresses and the girls in cheongsams are so lively and vivid, and even the air exudes a faint sweetness.

The car entered the alley, turned several turns under the instruction of the old stall owner, and finally stopped at the end of an alley.

The old stall owner threw a dollar to the sweaty rickshaw driver.

The rickshaw driver was about to take change from his coat, and the old stall owner said calmly:

"Here's your reward. Go down."

After hearing this, the rickshaw driver didn't care about the sweat dripping into his eyes. He thanked the driver repeatedly, wiped his neck with the towel, and drove away happily.

Wei Miao looked at his back for a long time, wondering if Wei Ada was also so humble and flattering when he was outside.

She suddenly felt uncomfortable and her nose felt a little sour.