"ah----"

Ye Jindong fell from a high altitude with a long cry!

There was a loud bang!

Ye Jindong hit the fruit stall, and the fruit stall was smashed to pieces.

"Look, someone has fallen!"

"I don't know if I fell to death?"

"Ali, your stall is over!"

Several men shouted.

At this time, a bearded man came over from a distance with his belt holding his trousers and said, "What happened? I'm going to pee, who smashed my stall?"

"It wasn't us who smashed it!"

"Yes, after all, we are all neighbors, how could we smash your stall? It was that guy who flew down from the sky and smashed your stall!" a thin man gestured.

When the bearded man heard this, he became angry and ran to the stall. He saw Ye Jindong lying on it, looking miserable, with his upper body naked, and his whole body seemed to be bombed by a bomb. There were many wounds. He was breathing at this moment, and he didn't know if he was dead.

Beard wanted to beat Ye Jindong hard, but seeing how he was like this, even if he didn't beat him up, he might be almost dead.

"Hey, man, are you dead?"

He bearded and asked Ye Jindong.

Ye Jindong looked at the sky with starry eyes, gasping for breath, and said to himself: "I'm going to die! I didn't expect that the army's superpowers were so powerful that he almost got killed by the thunder!"

"Hey, I'll ask you what you said, are you dead? I'll give me a reaction!" Beard asked again.

Ye Jindong then looked at the bearded man in front of him, and said in a weak voice: "I'm not dead yet!"

"That's good, you'll lose money!"

"Uh?" Ye Jindong looked at his beard speechlessly.

He didn't care about this. He grabbed Ye Jindong's shoulder and moved him up. He began to touch Ye Jindong's body, as if he was looking for money.

"Brother, don't touch me randomly, I'm afraid of itching! You can touch me, don't touch my crotch! There's no money there!"

Sure enough, what Ye Jindong said was true. He really had no money. When he was struck by lightning, his clothes exploded? Now there is not a single one on his body.

He was discouraged and threw Ye Jindong away again. He originally wanted to find some money from Ye Jindong as compensation for his fruit stall? But he didn't expect Ye Jindong was a poor man with nothing.

"I'm making a living by this fruit stall? What should I do if you smashed my stall?" The beard felt more and more miserable as he thought about it. He actually squatted on the ground and cried with his head in his arms.

The person next to him also said, "Ali is so pitiful!"

"Yes, his mother is still sick? The whole family is relying on this stall to support him? Now even his stall is gone, how can he live in the future!"

"This person is really! He didn't fall anywhere, but he just fell to Ali's stall. Take a look? It's smashed to pieces!"

Everyone was talking about it? After a while, beard cried and started picking up the broken fruits on the ground. Then they wiped them with their hands, took the basket and put them in the broken ones. They opened their mouths and bite a few bites with tears in their mouths. It was not a waste at all.

Ye Jindong moved a little? He felt sore all over and supported him? He looked at his beard and said, "I said, you don't have to be so miserable! When I get well, I will pay you back the money!"

Beard glanced at Ye Jindong and wiped his tears: "Repay the money? Why are you paying it back? You are poorer than me!"

Ye Jindong smiled: "I am poor? Don't you ask who Ye Jindong is? The president of the Ye Group in Hong Kong? The boss of Hongxing Society of Hong Kong!

Everyone around looked at Ye Jindong stupidly.

He also looked at Ye Jindong with a beard.

Ye Jindong has long been accustomed to this shocking reaction of the audience? “How is it? Are you scared? Do you feel unbelievable when you know who I am? Don’t say you’re going to give me a broken fruit stall when I go back, even if you open a fruit shop for you, it’s OK!”

Before Ye Jindong finished speaking, he heard the person next to him pointing at him: "Did this person break his brain?"

"Yes, how do you say such nonsense?"

"I know Hong Kong, it seems to be in the south!"

"What Ye Group, what Hongxing Society? I haven't heard of it!"

Ye Jindong: “…?!”

Then I felt something was wrong.

First of all, why do these people look like they are from the Republic of China in their dress?

All of them are coats and soft-soled cloth shoes!

Some are long gowns and tall hats.

What about filming?

Huo Yuanjia?

Chen Zhen?!

Looking at the beard in front of me, I seemed to have a familiar face.

So Ye Jindong couldn't help asking, "How many years are you going to ask?"

He touched Ye Jindong's head with a beard, as if he was guessing whether he had a fever, and said, "In the tenth year of the Republic of China!"

"1921?" Ye Jindong was stunned and looked at his beard again: "Dare you ask your brother's surname?"

"Don't let your surname be Ding, my name is Ding Li!"

Ye Jindong: “…?!”

Damn it!

...

Three days later---

Zhabei, slum---

"The waves flow thousands of miles, the river water never stops

All things in the world have become a trend

Is it joy or sorrow? I can't tell the difference between laughter and sorrow

There is no sign of success or failure in the wave of success or failure…”

Ye Jindong lay on a torn and old bed, humming softly the theme song of the classic Hong Kong drama "Shanghai Bund" in his previous life.

At this time, the Shanghai beach was full of luxury and rich flowers in 1921, and everyone said that it was easy to find gold, which was a period of prosperity and darkness.

Here, there are many gangs. As long as you have the courage, motivation and a little smarter mind, you can gain a foothold in this prosperous and prosperous foreign market and make a fortune.

According to Ye Jindong's impression, the so-called "Three Tycoons in Shanghai" are now popular, such as Du Guosheng, Huang Tianrong, and Zhang Tielin, all of them are in power during this period.

What other descendants like Ma Yongzhen, Xu Wenqiang, Ding Li and others are among the top, and they are arrogant in the British Concession and French Concession.

Just as Ye Jindong was in deep thoughts, the dilapidated door was pushed open, but Ding Li walked in.

"Hey, this is the plaster I gave you credit from the pharmacy. You will get better quickly after you put it in!"

A smell of plaster that was rushing to the nose came from Ding Li's hand. Ye Jindong looked at it and said, "I don't need to paste plaster. It'll be fine if I keep it for another two days!"

Ye Jindong is telling the truth. Although only 10% of the energy left in his left arm is left, he can slowly repair the wound through this energy.

Ding Li ignored these things and moved Ye Jindong directly, pasted the plaster on his back, and said in his mouth: "If you die, who will compensate me for the fruit stall? Also, the money for these plasters is also on your head!"

"Please, Ali, don't you settle for me so clearly? At least I will treat you as a friend!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't treat you as a friend! If I hadn't been to make you lose money, I wouldn't have let you live in my house! I'm not that kind of kind person. On the contrary, I'm very fierce. If I don't pay back the money, I'll start fighting!" Ding Li pretended to wave his fist at Ye Jindong.

Ye Jindong nodded helplessly and asked, "So where is the most money nearby?"

"Of course it's a casino! The big-sea casino collects tens of thousands of oceans a day, which is more than the bank's savings!"

Ye Jindong stood up and picked up his clothes-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Walk!"

"do what?"

“Go to the casino!”

“What to do in the casino?”

"Repay you money!"

...

At the door ---

Ding Li's mother was wearing shabby clothes and sitting on a stool, catching fleas while basking in the sun. When she saw Ye Jindong and her son coming out, she said to Ye Jindong in a confused manner: "Ali, are you going out again?"

Ding Li said at the back: "Mom, I am Ali!"

The old lady squinted her presbyopia again and looked at her: "Ali's father, why haven't you shaved your beard yet?"

Ding Li: “…?!”

Ye Jindong turned around: "I'll take him to shave now!"

"Oh, shave it off! That little Shandong barber stand is pretty good!"
Chapter completed!