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

Wells' driver got out of the car and opened the door. He saw his master surrounded by a group of punks and his face changed immediately.

He shouted fiercely in his own dialect:

"Go away, you little jerk. You are out of your mind. How dare you touch the foreigner's clothes? Even if I sell you all, I still can't afford to buy a piece of clothing."

Wells buried his head in White Rose's slender white neck, took a deep breath, and said ambiguously:

"Rose, your compatriots don't seem to pay much attention to hygiene. It would be great if they were all as fragrant and soft as you."

White Rose had delicate makeup on, and there was a flash of disgust in her raised eyebrows. She raised her bright red lips and smiled at Wells:

"Mr. Wells, I am in a very good mood to meet you tonight. I think these flowers are more beautiful than ever before. I like them very much."

Wells was delighted by White Rose's words. He took out a handful of small-denomination French currency from his wallet and scattered it in the middle of the road.

A group of ragged children dropped the flowers in their hands and rushed to grab the scattered coins like vicious dogs pouncing on their prey. The passing bicycles and rickshaws were frightened by the sudden appearance of the children and braked slamming on the brakes, shouting, crying and cursing.

Wells laughed happily, as if he had seen something extremely funny.

The Chinese driver next to him looked at the scattered French francs on the ground with envy and contempt.

You have to know that his monthly salary was only 20 francs, so this handful of money was at least more than 20 francs.

As the car drove away, Bai Meigui's face, as beautiful as a peach, was illuminated by the neon lights of the foreign concessions, making it impossible to see her expression.

She turned her head to look at Wei Miao, the only one who did not pick up the money. The small child had a big cigarette box hanging around his neck. He was standing quietly at the door of the busy and noisy dance hall, looking at her with clear and clean eyes.

The person watching over the entrance of the dance hall pointed and laughed at the children who were picking up the money.

In the past, they would also come forward to drive these children away, but today the real owners have left, so they naturally don't bother to do work for nothing.

We are all hard-working people trying to make a living. Everyone has gone through this. Why bother?

The children were not afraid of these people at all. At most they would disperse after being scolded.

What they fear are the patrol police, who will chase them away whenever they see them. If they are unlucky enough to be caught, not only will their goods be confiscated, but they will also be beaten.

The rickshaw drivers waiting in line nearby were also very jealous. After deducting the rickshaw fee, their income for a day of driving was only a few cents.

These little bastards earned a day's or even several days' income with just a few words. It's really enviable.

But no adults joined the children in picking up money.

Anyone who can stay at the door of Ciro's, whether they are rickshaw drivers or flower and cigarette sellers, has their own rules.

In this chaotic world, everyone follows rules set by unknown people and retains the last bit of dignity as a human being.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Gunshot?"

"Run!"

"Killing!"

After the gunshot, screams rang out, but in the blink of an eye, the entrance of the Ciro's, which was once a place of singing and dancing, was turned into chaos.

The little guys who picked up the money scattered in a hurry. The man in black who was guarding the door of the dance hall had a solemn look on his face. He retreated back into the dance hall very experiencedly and closed the door tightly.

Wei Miao was about to run away, but when he turned around, he saw more than 20 people appearing in front and behind him. They were wearing black coats and top hats, and they all had guns in their hands. They were shooting at each other indiscriminately.

Among the children who were picking up money lively and energetically, two who were tall and fast were shot and fell to the ground with blood flowing from their stomachs.

Xiao Liuzi, who took the lead in questioning her, held a few one-dollar French coin bills tightly in his hands, which were soon stained with blood.

Wei Miao immediately closed the cigarette box on his chest and quickly lay on the ground to protect his head.

The sounds of gunfire, crying, and cursing came together in my ears.

Her face was pressed against the cold ground. She felt a gust of air passing over her head and the smell of gunpowder filled her nose.

Wei Miao's cold heart once again deeply felt the world's deep malice towards humanity, or rather, the deepest malice towards this nation called the East.

"Ah Miao!"

The sudden epiphany put her into a mysterious state, and for a moment she was unable to control her body.

By the time she reacted, someone had already pounced on her and held her tightly under his body. The strong smell of blood filled her nostrils.

It was the voice of Wei Ada, the father of this body.

Wei Miao's mind went blank for a moment, and then turned rapidly: How could he suddenly appear?

Today is the first time that Wei Ada waits for a rickshaw in front of the Ciro's.

The rickshaws in Shen City all have their own territories. He saved up enough money a few days ago, and through the introduction of fellow rickshaw drivers, he spent money to establish connections so that he could come here to wait for rickshaws to pick up passengers.

Everyone who comes in and out of the Ciro's Ballroom is a person of status. They pay their fares generously and, if they're lucky, they can give tips.

He didn't have any other skills, but he had plenty of strength. If he pulled the cart a few more times, his wife wouldn't be so sad all day long, and the children wouldn't cry because of hunger.

Wei Ada, with the most simple wish, queued up and waited to recruit people.

He stared at the young men and women coming in and out of the entrance of Ciro's, calculating the number of riders in front of him, wondering when it would be his turn. Would the customers he picked up be easy to talk to?

He was so full of anticipation and excitement that he didn't even have the heart to pay attention to the bustle on the roadside.

When the gun went off, his fellow rider Liu Heitan shouted to him with great experience:

"Wei Ada, run quickly, run to the road ahead. These people are fighting and dare not go on the road."

After hearing this, Wei Ada pulled his rickshaw to the side of the road. When he looked up, he saw his "son" standing on the side of the road.

The people fighting on both sides had already started shooting at each other. Without thinking, he dropped the rickshaw and rushed towards Wei Miao who was already lying on the ground.

An unexpected knock on the door interrupted Wei Miao's memories. Her eyes quickly regained clarity and she looked up at the two people standing at the door.

"Ah Miao, Mr. Dong from the car dealership came over and said he wanted to see your father."

Xu Ayu was holding a two-year-old baby in her arms. She turned aside while talking. A short man appeared in front of Wei Miao.

The man was short and stocky, wearing a dark grey coat and a black hat, a fashionable outfit that is quite common these days.

Mr. Dong's somewhat sticky gaze fell on Wei Miao for a moment, then he waved his hand in front of his nose, took out a handkerchief from his pocket to cover his mouth, and then went into the bedroom.

With the light from the window, he stood on tiptoe to take a look at the bed, then turned around and quickly walked out.

There was a heavy sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, and a moment later Xu Ayu's pleading voice was heard from outside:

"Mr. Dong, please be kind. My Ah Da has been driving a car in the car dealership since he was fifteen years old. This time it was an accident. He is almost dead now. My family really has no money to pay for the repair of the car. Please give him a few days..."