A film series in the Republic of China: The legendary Taoist priest in Shanghai

From the moment she sold herself, Jin Zhaoli had a dream.

I hope to serve the person well in the future, steal the IOU when he is least prepared, and then run away.

But that will definitely be a long, long time later, maybe the child has already been born.

With the small wooden box in front of me, I can realize my dream by just turning around and tearing the IOU inside the box into pieces.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?"

Wencai was staring at the wooden box in Jin Zhaoli's eyes.

In fact, he knew what Jin Zhaoli was thinking. He had just taken out the property rights of Sihai Casino, and there was only the IOU in the box.

I gave the IOU to Jin Zhaoli to see her attitude.

If Jin Zhaoli turned against him and tore up the loan note, Wencai would generously let her go.

Anyway, you can stay or leave as you like.

Wencai is not a bad person who likes to force others.

"It's all right, sir!"

Jin Zhaoli held the box, was stunned for a while, did not make any move, and changed her words to call Wencai "master".

When Wencai heard the word "master", he immediately felt unhappy: "Don't call me master. I just celebrated my 28th birthday last month. Calling me master makes me sound old."

Jin Zhaoli was incredulous and thought to herself, "You must be kidding. You look older than my dad."

Unable to speak her mind, she forced a smile and said, "Old, Master."

"Yes, Master, it sounds much easier to understand. Let's go upstairs."

"What?"

"Rest, it's already late, why don't you go to bed? The earlier you go to bed, the better off you will be."

When Jin Zhaoli heard the word "go to bed", her face changed drastically, but she calmed down in an instant.

"Alas, this is something we have to face sooner or later. There is no point in being afraid."

Jin Zhaoli followed Wencai upstairs.

The villa left behind by Huang Hai was very large, with forty or fifty rooms. In his previous life, Wencai had only seen so many rooms when staying in a hotel.

With so many rooms, you can keep twenty concubines. It’s a great place to hide your beautiful daughters.

Wencai thought that Huang Hai originally had six concubines and more than a dozen children, but now they are so poor that they have to beg for food.

The villa has three floors. After asking the maid about the location of Huang Hai’s master bedroom, Wencai pulled Jin Zhaoli and opened the door.

When Wencai entered Huang Hai’s large bedroom, his eyes lit up.

"Huang Hai is indeed Huang, and he even has a hobby."

There is fierce competition among the dragons and tigers in Shanghai, and bigwigs like Huang Hai are under a lot of pressure.

When people are under a lot of pressure, they need to do something special to release the pressure, so it is normal for Huanghai to do so.

A maid called softly outside the door: "Master, Madam, the bath water is ready."

"Go take a shower."

Wencai ordered.

Jin Zhaoli responded and went out to take a shower.

Wencai lay down on the bed. The bed was a large Western spring bed, soft and springy, and many times more comfortable than the hardwood floor in the rented house in the Shikumen courtyard.

After taking a shower, Jin Zhaoli, wearing a moon-white pajamas, walked timidly into the bedroom.

……

The next day, Wencai woke up from bed and looked at the big clock hanging on the wall. It was already half past nine.

The person that Long Si arranged to take Wencai to see the casino was already waiting for him in the living room downstairs.

"Okay, let him wait."

"Yes, sir."

After the servant left, Wencai went downstairs and found Jin Zhaoli was already standing downstairs.

"Here is a thousand dollars. You can live here if you want, and you can come back if you want."

Wencai handed her a stack of green ten-yuan bills.

When Jin Zhaoli saw the green banknotes, she was extremely excited.

"Money, one thousand yuan, my brother's illness can be cured."

Her brother Jin Zhaoliang suffers from anemia, and even in Shanghai the treatment is only for the symptoms but not the root cause.

If you want to cure the root cause, you have to go abroad, which costs a lot of money, a lot of money.

If we follow this person, maybe we can send Jin Zhaoliang’s illness to a foreign country for treatment.

Suddenly, she thought the toilet head seemed pretty good.

Although he is ugly, he has never done anything bad.

Not only that, but he saved her.