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

Uncle Zeng Bao laughed out loud, coughed a few times, and Wei Miao stared at him for a long time before the sound came out.

"Ah Miao, please help me run errands and go find Pang Qingyun and tell him that Huang Xiaoan wants to see him."

Pang Qingyun?

Wei Miao's mind raced, oh, it turned out to be the elegant imperial guard of Manchukuo.

"Now?" Wei Miao asked.

Uncle Zeng Bao said: "Right now, thank you very much."

Wei Miao hung up the phone, but without any hesitation, he got up and went out.

Pang Qingyun shared a courtyard with other people. That night, Lu Pingsheng mentioned his proposal to rent the entire courtyard to her.

Wei Miao happened to have a suitable house, so he went to collect rent.

When she walked into the yard, which was similar in size to her own home, it was very lively inside.

"Brother Xiao Wei, what are you doing?"

"That's right, Xiao Wei, let someone check the electricity meter. It feels like this month is going by faster than usual."

"There is also a frozen water pipe in the yard, and the people who came didn't fix it..."

A flurry of questions came up, and Wei Miao wrote them down one by one, then said with a smile:

"The Spring Festival is coming soon. I remember all the problems. Once the Spring Festival is over, I will send someone to solve them."

The people in the courtyard were happy because they were actually just having some very minor problems. The house they rented was better than others and the price was lower, so it was understandable that Mr. Lu didn't care at all.

"Is Mr. Pang at home?" Wei Miao asked.

Someone who recognized Pang Qingyun thought for a moment and said, "Someone from his hometown came today, and he took him to a restaurant."

Wei Miao went out with a little regret, and when he reached the door of his house, he was stopped by Wu Ziyang.

"Ah Miao, let's go back to the French Concession together?"

Wei Miao looked at the silent Li Xiaoya and the smiling Luan Qiaoling, and had no idea what was going on.

Luan Qiaoling smiled and said, "Yes, Xiao Wei's family also lives in the French Concession. Let's go together. I have someone I know, so I won't be timid."

When it comes to being timid, she can't help but move a little closer to Wu Ziyang, full of trust and dependence.

Li Xiaoya stood quietly beside Wu Ziyang with no change in expression or movement.

Wei Miao didn't want to enter such a Shura field, so he waved his hand and said:

"Ala won't go. I need to earn money to eat."

Others don’t know, but Wu Ziyang knows that Wei Miao made a lot of money from sulfa drugs.

"Why bother?" he advised.

Wei Miao complained helplessly:

"You don't know that Brother Lu, a capitalist, is good at squeezing out every bit of my talent!"

Watching the three people leaving, Wei Miao turned around and went into the house and closed the gate.

She should study the ibuprofen that Brother Lu mentioned, and also read more about the rules of stocks and futures.

With her current knowledge, she obviously already knows how these things work.

Spring is the off-season for the textile industry, and experts in futures stocks will short sell and gradually sell their spot stocks to recover funds.

Hold on to the funds and wait until the even darker summer to cover your position and sell goods, thus earning the difference in price.

Wei Miao looked at the paper in her hand, on which she had compiled the prices of cotton yarn for the past three years.

"The difference is only six or seven dollars. This year is so abnormal." Wei Miao muttered softly.

She knew that one of the reasons for the anomaly was that Brother Lu had established a cotton yarn company in Hong Kong Island, which was owned by a British man. He had already purchased large quantities of cotton yarn when others were not selling out.

As the Spring Festival approached, when cotton yarn in Shanghai began to be sold off, he followed suit without hesitation.

Wei Miao read the newspaper every day and knew that in addition to Brother Lu, there was another playboy who was also eating like crazy.

The two seemed to be at odds with each other, causing the price of cotton yarn to change every day, and all the major newspapers had headlines about it.

"In the past, the second son of the cotton yarn old ghost and the unknown person competed for supremacy in the stock market."

Many old investment bankers were laughing at the joke of two reckless people who were wasting money.

Among them, the Chamber of Commerce and Banks, which were sensitive to stock futures, conducted some analysis and determined that it was profitable, and began to sell off their stocks in large quantities.

They wanted to bet that on the futures trading day, the two long positions who bought stocks at high prices would not be able to deliver the futures and would have to sell them at a low price; they could then buy at a lower price. This way, they could make several times the profit from the stocks in their hands, so they would naturally become more motivated.

The big investors openly exited the market, and retail investors also began to follow suit.

Even the female workers in the garment factories in the alleys were excitedly talking about the good opportunities to make a fortune.

Wei Miao really likes this simple and quick way to make money. If she uses all the gold she has to do this, then why would she have to work for Brother Lu every day?

Brother Lu didn't let her touch it, perhaps because he was worried that she would reap the people like she did with the treasury bonds before.

Wei Miao felt that he was always looking down on her. Compared to money, the merits that the old monk talked about and the national destiny in her body were obviously more to her liking.

While Wei Miao was writing and drawing at his desk, planning his fortune, Gao Qiao Rongyi, who lived in the same alley, was sitting at his desk, staring at the books in front of him in a daze. . .

Unlike the agents in Inoue Mansion who came from poor families, he came from a wealthy family and received a good education since childhood.

When he was in his teens, he was suppressed by his opponents, his family suffered misfortunes, his father committed suicide, and his mother remarried.

As an orphan, he was chosen and sent to Shanghai to receive Eastern education and influence.

The only request he made when he was recruited by Inoue Kazuaki was to wait until one day he was in a high position and take revenge personally.

Like most Japanese, he liked Romance of the Three Kingdoms, but unlike most Japanese, he was not obsessed with Zhuge Kongming. Instead, he liked Sima Yi more.

Thinking of Mr. Inoue's reply, he felt a little melancholy.

The Ume Agency was not investigating the suspects, and he didn't know why Mr. Inoue insisted that he continue with the mission.

However, it was not that they did not discover that the pretty actress had a somewhat prominent background. If they kept a close eye on her, they might be able to accomplish great things.

I hope to successfully complete Mr. Inoue's task this time and gain his full trust.

Takahashi Eiichi rubbed his temples. Perhaps it was because the Spring Festival was approaching these days, the alley was always noisy and he couldn't sleep.

Although he had been in the East for many years, he still missed the "New Year's Day" he spent in his native land. (Note 1)

My mother would instruct the servants to make rice cakes one day in advance, and she would cook rice cake soup herself on the first day of the first lunar month. . .

Lost in his memories, Takahashi Eiichiraki had a gentle smile on his face, slowly leaned over the book and closed his eyes.

The cold wind, mixed with the sounds of laughter from various families, blew on his meticulously crafted hair.

The wind made the pages of the book jump, and they stopped at the chapter he was reading:

"Cao Mao drove his chariot to death in the south palace, Jiang Wei abandoned food and defeated the Wei army"

At night, when Wei Miao was getting ready to go to bed, the lazy Ali walked out of the room.

Then there was a knock on the door.

Wei Miao put on his clothes and walked towards the yard.

"Who?"

"Mr. Xiao Wei, I'm Pang Qingyun." The voice outside the door was clear.

Wei Miao did not open the door, but told him what Uncle Zeng Bao asked her to say.

The person outside the door's breathing stopped for a moment. If Wei Miao had not had excellent hearing, he would have thought that he had gone far away.

After a while, Pang Qingyun said, "Thank you, Mr. Xiao Wei."

As the sound of footsteps faded away, Wei Miao yawned and walked towards home.

Mr. Zeng asked her to pass on a message, perhaps wanting to tell Lu Pingsheng that Pang Qingyun was not arranged by him.

Otherwise, with his means, he could just send someone over to say something, why would he have to go through the whole process and pass by her?

Unfortunately, she didn't know where Brother Lu was now, and under what pretext he disappeared to do something earth-shattering.

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Note 1: Japanese Spring Festival. Following the Tang Dynasty customs, the time is changed to New Year's Day~ There are no good pictures with elements of the Republic of China. I have been looking for them for a long time~

Fortunately, A Miao is a divine beast~~~

The title of the book cannot be changed~~~

Currently there are these two, which one do you think should be replaced?