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

Wei Miao put the paper in her hand away without saying anything more. Knowing Wei Er's home address, she would naturally figure out what happened next.

"Qin A'man and Mr. Hu, I had them redeemed, and they didn't get beaten up yet."

Lu Pingsheng obviously didn't want to talk about a heartless man.

"What are their plans?" Wei Miao asked.

According to the information, Wei A'er's father-in-law's family has some influence in Hong Kong Island, so it may be difficult to ask for the money.

Lu Pingsheng did not hide it:

"I asked someone to buy back Mr. Hu's cotton yarn raw material orders. With a large sum of money, I think he will return to the mainland soon."

Isn’t the raw material of cotton yarn cotton?

"What do you want to do with cotton?" Wei Miao was curious. Could it be that there was a business opportunity in cotton?

There was a hint of coldness in Lu Pingsheng's smile. Wei Miao knew that every time this happened, Brother Lu would probably be very indignant.

Anyway, someone is going to be unlucky.

"To get rich." Lu Pingsheng said softly.

Wei Miao became interested, "Count me in."

Lu Pingsheng was very generous, "I bought it with your gold, so of course it belongs to you."

Wei Miao was delighted after hearing this, "Half for each?"

Lu Pingsheng reminded her: "There are risks this time, and you may not make money."

Wei Miao raised the data in his hand and said, "There is only a golden house in the book. I have to work hard now to live up to the money."

Lu Pingsheng looked at her mischievous appearance and sighed. How could the little girl know that natural disasters can be reversed, but man-made disasters are terrible.

"Brother Lu, I have some clues about the candy factory."

Lu Pingsheng finally saw the book in her hand clearly, and leaned lazily on the sofa, "Tell me about it."

"For hard candy, just mix sugar, glucose and water in the right proportion and heat them."

Lu Pingsheng raised his eyebrows. The year was coming to an end and he had a lot of things to do. The matter of the sugar factory was not on his mind.

Before I had the chance to tell Wei Miao about glucose, this little guy had already found the key by reading a few books?

"Toffees are more complicated, with milk powder, condensed milk, syrup, gelatin..."

Lu Pingsheng listened to the little boy's clear and logical speech and suggested:

"Vanilla sister is quite good at cooking. I'll buy some tomorrow. You two can work together to adjust the proportions. I'll come and try it."

Wei Miao nodded. This was the best idea. She could do experiments, but she couldn’t cook.

If we were at home, Xu Ayu or Sister Lan could help, and maybe we could eat all kinds of candies before dark.

"Brother Lu, are you doing well?"

Lu Pingsheng smiled unconsciously, everything went smoothly.

The gold that the Japanese had originally used to pay for the goods disappeared. The Western capital that had already shipped the goods felt that they were being fooled by the despicable Japanese and had been complaining through the diplomatic department for a long time.

The Japanese said that they still wanted the things, but the payment had to be made in installments, and it would take about two years to settle the entire amount.

"They got the gold from the Marshal's Mansion and became rich overnight, so they placed large orders, made harsh demands, and had an arrogant attitude. Now they have no money to pay and are facing compensation..."

Lu Pingsheng crossed his legs and gloated over other people's misfortune.

Wei Miao's eyes rolled, "At this time, if someone has a large amount of gold and wants to buy the accumulated inventory in the hands of those people, wouldn't the price be the lowest..."

Lu Pingsheng was not surprised at the little boy's cleverness. "I have a use for the things this time, but I can't help you get rich."

Wei Miao was not disappointed. This kind of reselling of large quantities of materials was extremely risky and he had to do it if he couldn't.

"Brother Lu, you said perfume is expensive, how about we resell it?"

Compared with hard work, Wei Miao prefers to make simple money.

"perfume?"

Wei Miao nodded, eyes sparkling, and said, "Perfume is easy to make and very profitable."

Lu Pingsheng looked at the little devil for a while before he laughed out loud, "You are indeed a natural born fortune star. Tell Brother Lu secretly, are you the illegitimate son of the God of Wealth, the kind who came down to experience disaster?"

Wei Miao curled his lips, "Brother Lu, you are so naive that you actually believe in myths."

Lu Pingsheng laughed and said generously:

"I'll take care of the perfume. You just need to provide the formula. I'll find cosmetics books and information for you. If you can make it, you'll definitely make a fortune."

Wei Miao nodded with a smile. It was good to get rich. She came to this world to get rich!

The next day, Wei Miao got up from the soft big bed and met Ali's cat eyes.

After the man and the cat played for a while, Ali quickly found a comfortable corner and prepared to catch up on his sleep.

Wei Miao opened the floor-to-ceiling window and walked towards the terrace.

Looking down from above, I saw Lu Pingsheng wearing white clothes and practicing Ba Duan Jin.

Yesterday, when the two were talking halfway, Brother Lu was called away by phone and said he would not come back that night. He was actually practicing boxing at home early in the morning.

Lu Pingsheng seemed to sense her resentment, looked up at her and smiled:

"Good morning, A Miao."

Wei Miao gave a fake smile, "Brother Lu, your wounds haven't healed yet, so you can't exercise..."

As soon as Wei Miao finished speaking, he heard Vanilla Sister exclaim, "Mr. Lu is injured?"

Lu Pingsheng met Wei Miao's half-smile and touched his nose awkwardly.

"Small injury."

Sister Vanilla said, "I asked Da Zhuang to buy some supplements and make delicious soup every day to nourish the body."

Wei Miao saw the pale face of Lu Pingsheng and laughed so hard that his stomach hurt.

On the island, Aunt Jiu’s delicious traditional soup made Lu Pingsheng’s nose bleed.

Aunt Jiu stared at him as he drank it all, muttering and sighing:

"It is true that the weak cannot be nourished."

Lu Pingsheng glared at Wei Miao, and then he heard the sound of a car outside the yard.

Vanilla girl trotted to open the door, and a black car stopped at the door.

"Master, it's Mr. Ma."

Seeing Lu Pingsheng nod, Vanilla Girl made way and drove slowly in in the dark.

Lu Pingsheng was mocked by Wei Miao and had no intention of boxing, so he simply said to the people in the car:

"Please stop the car slowly. I will go change my clothes."

A hand reached out from the car and waved twice nonchalantly.

Wei Miao had discovered long ago that when they were on the boat, Lu Pingsheng did not show up, but it was Brother Cowboy who showed up.

Those guys call Cowboy Brother Big Brother.

The truck driver, A Guang, the fierce Gao Erniang, and the capable Xiangcao Mei, these people obviously call Lu Pingsheng "Mr. Lu."

Obviously, they are one of our own, just like Yang Qiushi and others in Shanghai.

But when outsiders came, they called Lu Pingsheng "Master."

Therefore, Lu Pingsheng has many identities in Hong Kong Island, and he is very comfortable with them.

Brother Lu was at home early in the morning, probably waiting for the visitor who drove over.

Wei Miao thought for a moment and felt that he needed to eat breakfast to replenish his energy.

"Ah Li, Brother Lu has a tonic soup today. The chicken legs are yours and the chicken wings are mine."

"Meow~"Ali called softly, which was considered as a consent.

Wei Miao went into the bathroom to wash and change clothes, picked up a book and sat on the terrace swing to read.

The fragrance of the plum blossoms next to her mixed with the slightly cool breeze rushed into her nostrils in gusts.

As the sun rose, the fog in the distant bay dissipated and became clearer.

Hong Kong Island is another paradise for the rich, but I don’t know how much gold the rich here have.