As the saying goes, if a man has no money in his wallet, he can't stiffen his waist.

This is how Wang Yida feels now.

As long as he thought that the 100 million US dollars he had worked hard to save over the years had gone into Gu Xiaobai's wallet, or he had sent it in by himself, Wang Yida had a feeling that he wanted to hit his head against the wall.

But now, he is at a loss.

People don't care, so far, no one has been able to get close to Gu Xiaobai's side. The security forces around him are surprisingly powerful. Moreover, when he really got to Gu Xiaobai's side, God knows who killed whom?

Threats? Assassination warrants are useless, what's the use of threats?

Li Zhixun's side is already exhausted, and he has to rely on his black money to support the scene, otherwise he won't even be able to sell tickets for the concert.

Kidnapping? He did it himself, and what happened?

Woo woo woo woo, my life is so miserable......

When he returned to the island on a seaplane, he saw his nephew running over in a panic.

"Uncle, uncle, what's the matter with our money, how did you donate it to Gu Xiaobai?"

Don't open a pot and mention a pot!

Wang Yida almost slapped him.

However, this question cannot be evaded.

Then he took a deep breath and said: "Now our situation is not good, Interpol is touching the melons in Shunteng, checking our financial chain, although this money has been laundered, but it is still not safe, I want to give us that money, find a safe place......"

A safe place?

So donate to others?

Is it the kind of "I'm afraid that I will lose my money, so I give it away, so I won't lose it"?

That's pretty safe, isn't it?

His nephew looked at him with an expression of disbelief: "Uncle, didn't you donate the money?

Donating money is not an investment.

Uncle, I don't read much, don't lie to me!

Sure enough, Wang Yida glared: "In the end, am I a master of Malaysian economics, or are you?"

"Of course you are ......," Wang Yuxin said weakly.

"Do you think, now that many of our channels have been seized, the money we laundered before is still unsafe after all, what should we do if it is frozen?" Wang Yida said, "Now the safest place in the world may be Gu Xiaobai's account, no one would have thought that the pirate's money was actually with Gu Xiaobai, right? And this account is still the account of a scientific research institution in China......"

Is that so? Wang Yuxin glared.

The more Wang Yida said, the more serious he became, as if he didn't convince others, he persuaded himself first.

"When the limelight passes, we'll get the money back......"

"To ...... Do you want to come back? Can you still get the money you donated?" Wang Yuxin said that his imagination was a little insufficient.

"We're pirates! The money we want, do we want to get it back?!" Wang Yida slapped over.

Uh, is that so?

Wang Yuxin scratched his head and smirked: "I thought you had made a mistake with your slippery hand!"

"Hmph!" Wang Yida snorted angrily and turned to leave.

If you're not my nephew, I'll kill you!"

Now spare your dog's life!

When people lack something, they strive to obtain it.

Now that he has no money, Wang Yida can no longer hold his breath, and there is no way to sit firmly in Diaoyutai as before, wanting to wait for the limelight to pass.

In the following time, he began to manipulate his power to move frequently, taking risks all over the world, wanting to sell some of the goods in his backlog, and wanting to launder some money that was not easy to launder before.

However, the frequent activities have allowed the police of many countries who are tracking him to track down more clues, and further crack down on his stolen goods network and money chain.

Who would have thought that what almost broke up the world's number one pirate organization was a demon harp?

Of course, that's all for later.

At this time, Wang Yida has fallen into extreme helplessness.

In reality, he is a man with less than 100 yuan left in his pocket.

In the dream, he was even more miserable.

Zheng He's fleet is getting closer and closer to home, and he is dying.

However, the return voyage of Zheng He's fleet may only be unhappy with him and Li Zhixun, who was also locked up in the cabin.

At this moment, the whole ship is immersed in an atmosphere of anticipation and joy.

When Gu Xiaobai came out of his room, he saw two soldiers happily taking stock of some of the goods he had exchanged with the locals on his trip.

The trip was far away, and Zheng He allowed the soldiers to trade with the local residents for a limited time, and allowed them to bring the goods home.

In ancient China, the price of silver and the price of modern silver are completely incomparable, silver is a very scarce metal, the Ming army's salary is about 3 cents of silver a day, less than a tael of silver a month.

These navies who travel with Zheng He have special allowances every day, and their monthly income is about one or two halves.

And one or two halves of silver in this era are enough for a person's living expenses for a year.

In terms of average income, these soldiers are properly considered high-income people.

And with the addition of some of the goods they carried, as well as the income from bartering, they gained a lot one by one.

Not to mention, the mission of this trip was a complete success, and Chen Zuyi was captured alive, and a reward is indispensable after going back.

"This is a pearl I bought for my wife, such a big pearl, it costs a lot of money from us, but I didn't expect it to be so easy. ”

"I prepared a string of beads for Cui'er, and this tortoiseshell hair ornament, do you look good......"

"It's good-looking, when you go back, Cui'er may even have a baby!"

"Bah, believe it or not, your wife has remarried!"

As the two men talked, they began to argue.

Gu Xiaobai's eyes lit up when he heard their discussion, and he said, "We're almost there, how far are we from the coast?"

"Lord Zhong Jun!" The two of them hurriedly stood up straight and said to Gu Xiaobai: "Listen to the boatman, there are about five days left, and we will arrive at Wuhumen!"

"Ah...... It's still that long......"

Five days to go!

I'm afraid I won't be able to see Sister Zhong Jun next time, or even next time.

How many days will I stay at home? What if I don't make it in time and miss it?

A soldier looked at Gu Xiaobai's appearance of gains and losses, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

It turns out that the majestic Lord Zhong Jun also has something to be afraid of!

A soldier asked Gu Xiaobai, "Lord Zhongjun, have you prepared any gifts for your family?"

"Gift?" Gu Xiaobai was stunned.

You ask a straight man in the physics department if he has prepared such a gift......

Do you still need to guess the answer you get?

"What should I do, what should I do?" Gu Xiaobai completely forgot!

He hadn't been in this world for much, and most of it was on ships, and he had disembarked only a handful of times.

Moreover, living in the world of extremely rich materials in later generations, it is difficult to arouse his interest when he sees those simple, handmade objects and utensils, only truly exquisite works of art will arouse his interest, and he also bought many interesting swords, musical instruments and the like......

In addition to that, he buys the most spices.

Modern shipping is driven by oil, and the demand for crude oil has created a modern and extremely busy shipping.

And before oil, what drove mankind's voyages?

Not silk, not porcelain, but spices!

This expensive, can't be preserved for a long time, and retains its original flavor only at its point of origin, creates a real shipping demand.

Gu Xiaobai bought pepper, **, myrrh, benzoin, aloe vera, cloves, turtle tubes, Mubezi, and of course, he once used a barbecue to eat the withered tea that the first emperor of the Han Dynasty and the ancient army god Wei Qing almost died, that is, cumin......

No way, Gu Ping is a chef, and the most things Gu Xiaobai bought since he was a child was to help his parents buy various materials.

As for helping Sister Zhong Jun buy gifts......

Can a barbecue buy Sister Zhong Jun?

Two meals?

Three meals?

will still be twisted by Sister Zhong Jun's ears.

"You little conscienceless, I love you so much!"

As soon as he thought about it, Gu Xiaobai felt a faint pain in his ears!

"Uncle Sanbao, help!" Gu Xiaobai rushed out.

The two soldiers in the back, you look at me and I look at you, and then they couldn't help but cover their mouths and snicker.

Hearing that Lord Zhong Jun had forgotten to buy gifts for his family, Zheng He opened the hoarded goods, which were selected by Gu Xiaobai, and the generals on the ship and the envoys from various countries who went to China to meet Zhu Di with the fleet donated one after another, which can be regarded as solving Gu Xiaobai's urgent need.

However, Gu Xiaobai did not become happy because of this.

As the time got closer and closer, Gu Xiaobai had an extremely complex emotional spread.

Hometown timidity.

In a flash, it's been two years since I went to sea, how is Sister Zhong Jun?

It's been four or five years since I last saw Sister Zhong Jun, will she still be the Sister Zhong Jun she knows?

Is it still the same Sister Zhong Jun who holds her hand, points her nose, and sings to herself?

And most importantly, would she like to see herself?

Or, what she wants to see more is her real brother, Hua Xiaobai, rather than herself, an outsider who should have left a long time ago, but the ghost is still lingering and always refuses to leave?

Gu Xiaobai stared into the distance, holding a letter in his left hand.

This letter was forwarded to Gu Xiaobai by Hua Zhongjun to Zheng He.

It reads:

"Little White Brother:

When you read this letter, you don't know how long it has been. You will be there for at least a year or two, without me by your side, and you must take care of yourself on the road. My dad and I moved from Peking to Jinling, waiting for you to come back in Jinling, life is very good, you don't have to worry about ......"

The letter babbled and wrote a lot of things with Gu Xiaobai.

These days, Gu Xiaobai doesn't know how many times he has read this letter.

That kind of unspeakable longing always makes him want to cry and laugh.

This feeling is completely different from the longing for the little moth.

As long as I recall it, there is an extra warm feeling.

It's like being held in the palm of your hand.

Squishy, soft.

That's what it's like to have an older sister.

At the end of the letter, Hua Zhongjun said: "Do you still remember those wild roses outside our house in Beiping? When I came to Jinling, I cut one and planted it in front of the window, and now it is full of walls. ”

Gu Xiaobai raised his head and stared into the distance.

Then he closed his eyes.

On this day, Gu Xiaobai's third promotional song was released.

This song is called "Homecoming".