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

Wei Miao remained calm and didn't move. After a while, he stopped moving.

"He is just a weakling who can't even tie a chicken." Although the muttering was very low, Wei Miao still heard it.

She felt a little insulted.

After all, she felt that she was now a strong human being, and there were not many humans who could eat. Brother Lu once said that if she could eat as much as she did, she could make a lot of money in a few decades.

Wei Miao, who had saved money for several years by selling flowers and foreign cigarettes, couldn't imagine what kind of a heavenly life it would be like to make a lot of money just by eating.

Wei Miao was locked in a small dark room for three days.

Lu Pingsheng searched outside for three days.

"Mr. Lu, the brothers in the gang have all gone out to inquire, especially about the alley you mentioned."

There seemed to be a thick fog brewing in Lu Pingsheng's eyes that could not be dissolved.

"Where is the son-in-law of the Lou family?"

The cowboy considered his tone and said, "His wife and twin sons died, and he has been immersed in grief. I heard that he vomited blood several times. Now he is lying in the hospital."

Lu Pingsheng lowered his eyes. The most sensational thing in recent days was that the daughter of a logistics director of a police station was hacked to death in the street.

Including the twin children and the maid, a total of four people died. The affairs of the Chinese should not have alarmed the Governor of Hong Kong.

But the royal family happened to be in Hong Kong Island, and when they saw the report in the tabloids, they said, "The subjects of the colonies are also subjects of the royal family."

In order to curry favor, the Governor of Hong Kong sent police forces and vowed to catch the murderer before the royal family left Hong Kong Island.

So nowadays you can see patrol police in white uniforms on the streets every now and then.

The people from the Red Star Gang could not be found. Could it be that the little brat had discovered some new way to make money? Lu Pingsheng's self-consolation was obviously ineffective.

"Can you tell me more about the Lou family's background?"

Lu Pingsheng calmed down and decided to sort things out.

The cowboy was well prepared and spoke slowly:

"The Lou family is from Hong Kong Island. Their ancestors were fishermen. After the previous dynasty ceded land and paid compensation, the British moved in. Their family started the human trafficking business, transporting people from the mainland back to Hong Kong Island and handing them over to cruise ships heading back to the West. Over the decades, they have accumulated a large fortune."

Wucai has been making money from human blood for nearly a hundred years, so of course he has accumulated enough wealth.

I heard that the Lou family has been entrenched in Queen's West Street for decades, with countless cigarette pipes and red-letter houses, and they are involved in both the black and white worlds.

In particular, they robbed wealthy businessmen and nobles from the mainland who moved their families to Hong Kong Island.

On the surface, the matter of Mr. Hu was that Wei A'er and his gang of bodyguards embezzled the gold and other valuables that Mr. Hu brought.

In fact, all the things were taken by the Lou family, and Wei Laoer and his companions were just there to take the blame.

The Lou family has done countless things like this, especially during the January 28th War a few years ago, when countless wealthy businessmen came from the mainland. Those who were lucky enough to find connections and settle down in advance were considered lucky.

People like Mr. Hu, who are rich but have no background in Hong Kong Island, are fat fish in the eyes of the Lou family.

Lu Pingsheng leaned tiredly on the sofa and rubbed his sore temples with his hands.

He originally wanted to wait for Wei Miao to come home and tell her about this as a joke.

Now the kid is nowhere to be seen, and the cat is nowhere to be found either.

He started a little late in Hong Kong Island, where the status of Chinese people was low and the British were arrogant. Unlike Shanghai, where the social circles were wide and problems could be solved with just one phone call, most of them could be solved.

There was no point in being anxious, so Lu Pingsheng continued to listen to the cowboy calmly.

"Mr. Lou had two sons. The eldest, Lou Ande, used to be a Chinese inspector. When he first became an inspector, his home caught fire and all his wives, concubines and children were burned to death. Lou Ande was so angry that he died on the spot in the police station."

The cowboy told every detail, and when his eyes fell on Lu Pingsheng's slightly narrowed eyes, he felt complicated.

He had known Mr. Lu for such a long time, but he had rarely seen him lose his composure like this.

"The person who was killed was the only daughter of Mr. Lou's second son, Lou Anmin, and also the only surviving grandchild of the Lou family..."

Lu Pingsheng rubbed his fingers for a while, and suddenly asked:

"I heard that the old man of the Lou family was seriously ill earlier, and the Lou family hired many Feng Shui Taoist priests?"

The cowboy nodded, "After the death of his eldest son, Mr. Lou's health has deteriorated. He always has nightmares. He asked someone to tell his fortune. The person said that he has a bad attitude and his ancestors will not bless him. He needs to change his ancestral grave..."

He didn't know whether he should tell the rest of the story or not. After all, it was just hearsay from the public and there was no evidence.

Seeing his hesitation, Lu Pingsheng asked, "What else?"

The cowboy said carefully:

"It is rumored in the market that after Lou Ande's family died suddenly, the Lou family moved their ancestral grave to a newly purchased hilltop in Gangdong, with great fanfare."

"Moving the ancestral grave?"

Lu Pingsheng was puzzled. People in Guangdong and Hong Kong believed in Feng Shui and worshipped their ancestors. They would consult a master before burying people.

"It is said that the Lou family did a lot of immoral things, and the result was that they had no descendants. The Lou family found a powerful master to break the situation..."

The two were discussing when the short and thin Da Zhuang followed Xiangcao into the hall.

"Mr. Lu, Cowboy Brother."

Da Zhuang greeted them according to the rules and stood aside.

"Go ahead." The cowboy began.

Da Zhuang was as sensible as a mouse. He nodded in agreement and then spoke respectfully:

"The old man of the Lou family went there and sent a message to the gang."

Cowboy and Lu Pingsheng were somewhat surprised.

"Do we have any dealings with the Lou family?" Lu Pingsheng asked.

Niu thought about it carefully for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"The Lou family is now engaged in smuggling business, and their gangs only operate on Queen Street West. We have never had any intersection with them."

Seeing Da Zhuang hesitant to speak, Lu Pingsheng asked:

"what happened?"

Da Zhuang said, "Qimen and all the Chinese gangs have received the invitation. I heard that the Lou family is planning to hold a grand funeral and plans to spend 300,000 silver dollars for Mr. Lou's funeral."

Wei Miao raised his head and drank the rice soup that the man fed him without missing a drop.

"If everyone was as alert as this kid and drank their porridge obediently, they wouldn't get beaten."

The black-faced girl next to Wei Miao was about to cry again when she heard this, but the man pinched her mouth open and poured the porridge into her mouth.

I poured it in too quickly and I choked and coughed.

The man cursed, "You only have a few good days."

Just at this moment, the door was pushed open, and the two men who had kidnapped Wei Miao brought in threw two people on the ground in their arms.

"Oh, Third Brother, you actually got hold of a foreign boy or girl."

The man called Third Brother said proudly:

"Just cut it off at the dock."

Someone flattered, "Third brother is really good. We wasted our time to find these peasants. Look at this couple you got. They must be nobles."

The third brother turned around and kicked the man, "Fuck you, old mother. If you can't talk, then stop talking. This is an orphan who came to Hong Kong Island to seek refuge with his uncle."

In Hong Kong Island, anyone who talks about the royal family will be arrested and sent to the police station.

He doesn't want to live anymore, so he captures the royal children. If he dares to capture them, will the Lou family dare to use them?

I knew that these foreign children were indeed naive, and I only needed a few words to trick them into obeying my orders. . .

Thinking of this, the third brother felt quite complacent.

He just wanted to wait until this job was done, then he could be in charge of the Lou family's smuggling line.

Mr. Lou is dead. Mr. Lou was a mediocre person. Chu San's good days have finally come.

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