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

Wei Miao sat in the cab of the truck and looked around at the street scene.

The prosperity of Hong Kong Island is not much different from that of Shanghai.

When the car reached an intersection, it was stopped by a uniformed patrol officer.

"The royal family is traveling today, so traffic is restricted."

The driver, Ajin, was a talkative young man who could speak Cantonese and spoke fluent Beijing accent to Wei Miao.

Wei Miao knew that after the fall of the previous dynasty, many members of the royal family and the Eight Banners had come to Hong Kong or gone to Southeast Asia.

“Do members of the royal family come to Hong Kong Island every year?”

The truck was high, and Wei Miao could stretch his neck to see a group of people wearing black clothes, white pants and hats, carrying a sedan chair in front of him.

Guards with bulging bellies stood on both sides, blocking the way for the waving foreigners who were bustling about in the street behind them.

They were dressed in their best clothes, waving their arms and shouting various words of respect with a hint of fanaticism.

Wei Miao curled his lips. How could he not be happy when someone came from his distant hometown?

"Why are they riding in sedan chairs when they have cars?"

Eight people in front and back were carrying a rather gorgeous sedan chair. In the middle sat a man wearing a top hat, waving to the people outside from time to time.

Ah Jin looked outside for a while before speaking with a look of disappointment:

"Maybe it's a kind of pomp and decency."

The royal family's three luxurious guards of sixteen people passed by for a long time, but the white-skinned foreign devils still refused to disperse.

They seemed immersed in excitement, chatting with each other with shining eyes.

This is a kind of self-confidence that comes from the bottom of their hearts, and the pride in the country is what Wei Miaoshao sees in the Chinese people.

This is not a sense of superiority that comes from being well fed and clothed, but a recognition of the country's strength from the bottom of one's heart.

Looking at this picture, Brother Lu and his team have a long way to go.

As for her, she could only swallow more of the enemy's gold.

Wars are fought for interests. The concrete manifestation of interests is money, and the embodiment of money is gold.

Wei Miao leaned his elbows on the car window, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, looking a little bit arrogant.

She felt from the beginning that only by solving the problem from the root could the battle be won without bloodshed.

The white gentlemen and ladies finally dispersed, and the car was able to move slowly.

Wei Miao looked at the sparse crowd around him with somewhat boredom.

His gaze suddenly stopped at one place.

Only after the honor guard and foreign devils in the inner circle withdrew did the Chinese people on the periphery of the crowd appear.

"Everyone, come and see, these two people abandoned their seriously ill employer on the street, occupied their employer's property, refused to give it back when asked for it, and even wanted to beat him up!"

Qin A'man's voice was extremely provocative, and the two men he held in his hands were one in a suit and the other in a slicked-back face.

Looking at the people who gathered around, the one in a suit had a gloomy face, while the one with a greasy hair and powdered face had an arrogant expression.

"You are a country bumpkin from the mainland. You must be crazy because of poverty. You bite people randomly."

Mr. Hu, who was standing behind Qin A'man, coughed a few times and raised the newspaper in his hand.

"Everyone, my father is Hu Zhiyong, a textile tycoon in the mainland. Three years ago, he hired a team of bodyguards to transport his family property to Hong Kong Island. When he arrived on the island, my father suddenly fell ill. The escort team suddenly had evil thoughts and divided up the property my father brought..."

I don’t know if Mr. Hu was taking medicine or was too angry, but he spoke a lot in one breath.

When the common people heard the words "millions of taels of gold, countless jewels, and a number of antiques," they looked at the two men with strange expressions.

The two wanted to resist, but unfortunately Qin A'man's grip was so strong that they were caught by him like little chickens.

"This is too immoral. They are stealing from the company."

"Yeah, these mainlanders are really annoying. They come here and make our lives a little harder."

Mr. Hu took the opportunity to distribute the flyers in his hand to the people around who were watching the fun, even the foreign ghosts were not spared.

"Pay your debts! Pay your debts!"

I don’t know who took the lead, but everyone started shouting with their fists raised.

Ah Guang looked at the chaotic crowd and smiled, "It won't work."

Wei Miao asked curiously why?

Ah Guang motioned for her to look into the distance, and sure enough, she saw a team of patrolmen in white uniforms and with their feet wrapped in white cloth jogging towards them.

They entered the crowd, and in no time, four people including Mr. Hu were taken away.

No matter how good Qin A'man's kung fu was, he had to raise his hands when facing the raised guns, and was kicked twice by the patrolman.

Wei Miao stared at the man in a suit and tie, who was smiling apologetically and secretly stuffing money into the patrolman's face for a long time.

Her second uncle, the biological father of A'ran and the others, actually lives such a glorious life in Hong Kong Island.

Uncle Wei is very different from the honest Wei A.

He has a sweet mouth and loves to smile. He has an extremely handsome face. With a little dressing up, he is very eye-catching.

When Wei Miao first came, Uncle Wei always went out early and came back late, saying that he was out there with his friends looking for ways to make money. This made the Wei family's grandparents smile and always praise their youngest son for his success.

This also gave Aunt Wei the confidence to provoke Xu Ayu, and she felt that she was superior.

He often didn't go home for several days, and when he came back occasionally he would bring back some new and interesting things.

For example, colorful candies, pink hair flowers, and facial oils...

Wei Miao liked his second uncle very much for a while and asked him to take him out to play.

Although Aunt Wei kept nagging, Uncle Wei still took her and A'ran to the prosperous French Concession.

Although it was just a budget trip, it was Wei Miao's first time to realize the prosperity of Shanghai. After seeing the kid selling newspapers and cigarettes, he decided on the route to make his first pot of gold.

"Master A Miao, what are you thinking about?"

A Guang's voice brought Wei Miao back to his senses.

"What will happen if those people go to the police department?" Wei Miao asked.

Ah Guang laughed, "If you have money, let him go. If you don't have money, give him a beating and let him go."

Wei Miao raised his eyebrows. It turned out that all patrol police in the world were one family.

After the car drove out of the wide concrete road, it gradually began to go up the mountain. The scenery on both sides was not desolate, but instead looked like it had been carefully maintained by someone.

"This is Wangxiang Mountain, where the wealthy Chinese live."

Wei Miao thought about it and it made sense. With Brother Lu's current wealth, he was definitely a wealthy man, so it was normal for him to have a mansion or villa.

"Are all of them people like Brother Lu?" Wei Miao tilted his head and could see the harbor in the distance halfway up the mountain. He felt a little bit of admiration for the person who chose the mountain to build a house.

"There are nobles from the previous dynasty, warlords from the Northern War, large families fleeing the war, and wealthy merchants."

Ah Guang spoke very convincingly, his tone unable to conceal his envy.

Nowadays, the status of Chinese people in Hong Kong Island is low, and the foreigners occupy the best positions. It is difficult for people like Mr. Lu to break into their circle.

They can only build their own circle. The foreign devils eat the meat, they drink the soup, and the people below them live in a miserable way.

"Just like the family of Mr. Hu on the street today, even if they managed to save their millions of gold and jewelry, they would probably have to settle down in this apartment at the foot of the mountain."

When A Guang said this, there was a hint of ambiguous pride in his tone.

Wei Miao saw houses hidden in the woods on both sides, three-story buildings with red roofs and white walls.