A Japanese steamship company passenger ship slowly sailed into the Taikoo Wharf on the Huangpu Bund in Shanghai, and the passengers who boarded the ship from Kobe couldn't help but exclaim in exclamation as they looked at the bustling city in front of them, with joyful expressions on their faces.

Hu Qing wore a black coat and put his hands in his pockets, standing on the deck and looking at Shanghai in the twenties of the twentieth century.

Although the scale of construction in Shanghai at this time was not as large as that of some developed counties 89 years later, it was the most prosperous city in East Asia, the Pearl of the Orient, the most developed city and economic center in China.

Stepping off the springboard, Hu Qing faced the prosperity of Shanghai. Huangputan Road is full of traffic, rickshaws shuttle flexibly through the crowd, and a row of T-shaped cars are parked near the Huangpu River.

Crooked nuts are extremely common on the road, and Chinese people will always subconsciously get out of the way when they pass by, and these crooked nuts show a smug and contemptuous smile, and have a sense of superiority.

Ten miles of ocean field, describing the prosperity of the city, but also the death of the city. The magnificent China was actually ridden on the head by the ghost guy as a prestige.

Hu Qing was silent, and then smiled, someone will lead the Chinese nation to achieve great rejuvenation and stand tall among the nations of the world, and it is not his turn to guide the country.

He looked up at the sky and said to himself, "The river crab god should have heard my heart, this time it's stable!" ”

"Sir, rickshaw!" A rickshaw stopped in front of Hu Qing, the driver was a thin man with slightly dark skin, no age, wearing a very old gray short jacket, and the sweat on the cold day in February also soaked the clothes on his back, revealing a kind of hardship in life.

"Sorry, I don't want ......"

The coachman looked disappointed and was about to pull the cart away. At this time, a teenager in a thin short coat accidentally knocked down a man in a suit and leather shoes, the boy picked up the man, bowed and apologized again and again, and the man scolded and punched and kicked the boy.

"Holy shit." The coachman couldn't help but scold.

"Who is the dog scolding?"

"Of course it's scolding him......" The coachman came to his senses and asked embarrassedly, "Shouldn't you scold a child?" ”

"You should be scolded for beating a child, but this teenager stole other people's money."

The coachman was stunned for a moment and sighed: "Mr. has good eyesight, that young man is not idle, please raise your noble hand." ”

"Why?"

"It's not easy, I have the strength, I can pull a car to make money to support my family, that child is at most eleven or twelve years old, eighty percent are orphans, and stealing money is also a last resort."

"Do you want to give him your money?"

The coachman smiled, pulled the car and left, he was old and young, he couldn't earn a few dimes a day, barely able to support his family, and the money was given to the child to drink the northwest wind.

Hu Qing looked at the teenager who got into the crowd, smiled slightly, and followed. The young man took out three pieces of Yuan's head from his pocket and jumped forward beautifully.

Unfortunately, in less than three seconds, the boy was targeted by several other teenagers, who rushed up to him, subdued the teenager very skillfully, robbed him of his money and walked away.

A moment later, the boy got up from the ground, his palm pierced by the gravel, oozing blood beads, he gasped, sighed and walked to a small tailor's shop, his eyes staring unblinkingly at the suit on the mold.

"You like this dress?" Hu Qing walked up to him and asked with a smile.

The young man glanced at him vigilantly and hesitated, "There are some places where you can only enter by wearing this dress. ”

"But you can't even protect the stolen money, do you know why?"

"I can't beat them......"

"Yes, you don't have the strength, give me your hand." Hu Qing said to the young man, who hesitated for a while and obediently stretched out his hand.

"The wounded one."

The young man hurriedly changed his hand, Hu Qing held his hand, took out his wand and cast a healing spell, and the wound on the young man's palm healed quickly.

"This ......" The young man looked incredulous, and rubbed his other hand against his palm, as if to prove that he was not dreaming, and that his hand was really good.

"Are you a god?" The young man looked at Hu Qing in awe and passionately.

Hu Qing shook his head and nodded again, "I'm not an immortal, but in the eyes of you mortals, I'm an immortal, how about it, do you want to get such an ability?" ”

"Yes."

The boy nodded vigorously.

"You're luckier than most people, you have the talent to gain power." Hu Qing paused, "Are you familiar with Shanghai?" ”

"There are some places I haven't been to......"

"Very good, take me to the nearest hotel, it's better to be expensive, money is not a problem."

"Yes, sir, please come with me." The teenager led the way with enthusiasm.

Hu Qing likes to find a place to settle down first whenever he goes to a place, although there is space for Taoist books, he will not be able to change this habit for a while.

"The ocean is flying!"

With a wave of his wand, the oceans flew into Hu Qing's hands from the pockets of several well-dressed people, and the young man's eyes widened with a look of envy and longing.

Noticing the young man's gaze, Hu Qing said: "I have money, but it's all dollars, and I'm too lazy to go to the bank to exchange it, so it's cheaper for them." ”

Dollar dollars flew into the pockets of those people, and the boy exclaimed, "Sir, you are so generous! ”

"When you have the ability of mine, money is just a number." Hu Qing looked unconcerned, "By the way, what's your name?" ”

"Chen has no right to ......"

"No power and no power, it fits your situation very well."

The young man retorted: "No, I chose this name myself, I have heard a saying, a husband cannot be without power for a day......"

Hu Qing looked at him with interest, Chen Wuquan was extremely nervous, he was afraid that he would anger Hu Qing, his body trembled with fear and unwillingness, and he bent down slightly, trying to show a humble appearance.

"It's kind of interesting, you don't have to be like this in front of me, stand up straight, I don't care how ambitious you are, even if you become a second Voldemort in the future, as long as it doesn't touch my interests, I don't bother to care about you."

"However, a real strong person, who can control his ambition and power, and a person whose power ambition is out of control is a beast, and he cannot be called a strong man at all."

"Is it coming?"

Chen Wuquan came back to his senses and said busily: "It's almost there...... This road is the French Concession Mansion Road (Jinling East Road in later generations), and then turn into the intersection in front of you, and the hotel is on Zhubao 3rd Road (later Xikou Road). ”

"Where have you ......heard of Zhu Bao Sanlu?"

Zhu Bao 3rd Road starts from Gongguan Road in the south, and reaches Aidoya Road (Yan'an East Road in later generations) in the north, with a length of less than 100 meters, it is a small road paved with cobblestones, and the famous bar street in the French Concession.

There are many bars on both sides of the road, and several women wearing cheongsams with heavy makeup stand on the side of the road scratching their heads and making gestures, perhaps it is rare to see a tall and thoughtful Chinese man like Hu Qing, and several women flattered Hu Qing.

Chen Wuquan's saliva was about to flow out, the corners of Hu Qing's mouth twitched fiercely, and he finally remembered what place Zhu Bao San Lu was-the big Shanghai chicken nest!