The beginning of the silly uncle, the true love is full of the courtyard

The next morning, just after dawn, the Lou family couple took Lou Xiao'e out of their room. It was obvious that they were not used to the environment here. Looking at He Ping'an sitting outside, Lou Bancheng rubbed his slightly haggard face and put on his signature smile:

"Director He, I got up early enough, but I didn't expect you to be even earlier than me!"

"Hehe...you're overthinking it. I just simply can't sleep! Mr. Lou, this is Hong Kong and Kowloon, you should call me Mr. He or Mr. He. Also, here you are my employer and I am your temporary bodyguard. Have you ever seen a boss who wants to take a rest and has to ask his bodyguard for help?" He Ping'an, who had not slept all night, did not look tired at all.

"Sorry, Mr. He. I just arrived last night and I felt a little uncomfortable." Lou Bancheng knew that He Ping'an was dissatisfied with his performance last night, so he hurried to explain.

"I guess Mr. Lou doesn't want to stay here any longer. I'll go call Mr. Xu, and we'll set off now!" There was no need for a heavy hammer to sound the drum. He Ping'an waved his hand to stop Lou Bancheng's apology, and turned around to call Old Xu to get up.

"Mr. Lou, Mr. Ho, we are now in the northern New Territories. After the New Territories were colonized by Britain in 1898, they were not developed like Hong Kong Island and Kowloon, and are still poor and backward today. If you want to make money, you have to go to Hong Kong Island and Kowloon." Old Xu had done his homework before coming here, and now he was acting as a guide to introduce the situation in Hong Kong and Kowloon to the two of them.

"According to what you said, the land in the New Territories should be very cheap. Although it is not suitable for making money, it is a good choice to open a factory!" After He Ping'an's reminder, Lou Bancheng has already got into the role, and it seems that he is in good shape at the moment.

"Mr. Lou, Mr. Xu, we can think about making money later. I think our top priority is to apply for a Hong Kong ID card. Otherwise, we will be caught by the police on the street!" He Pingan knew what kind of people the Hong Kong police were at that time. I wonder if the inspector of the New Territories is still Lei Luo.

"Don't worry, Mr. He. Ever since the disaster at home, the Hong Kong and Kowloon governments have promised that anyone entering Hong Kong is a Hong Kong citizen. But what you said makes sense. It's better to be cautious when you go out! Mr. Lou, what do you think?" Old Xu knew that Lou Bancheng would not refute, but he still had to give him the necessary face! For the sake of that half of gold!

(In 1960, due to natural disasters in the country, Guangdong experienced a large-scale exodus to Hong Kong. People from all walks of life in Hong Kong helped them, and the British Hong Kong government also promised that as long as they arrived in Hong Kong, they would be considered Hong Kong citizens. In 1974, the resistance policy was implemented, and only those who arrived in the urban areas of Hong Kong and Kowloon were considered Hong Kong citizens.)

Lou Bancheng naturally would not refute He Pingan, and the group then took the tram to Kowloon. Then, they took the ferry to the core of Hong Kong Island (Hung Hom Tunnel, construction started in 1969 and opened to traffic in 1972). Thanks to the fact that most people in Hong Kong and Kowloon at that time came from the mainland, He Pingan and his group did not suffer the discrimination they did in the s and s.

Coming out of the Hong Kong and Kowloon Municipal Services Building, He Pingan looked at the name of He Dongfang on his ID card and smiled. Then he took a deep breath, held his breath, and slowly exhaled the foul air in his chest after a long time. He Pingan proved with facts that the air of capitalism is not sweet at all.

"Mr. Lou, Mr. Xu, it's almost noon. Let's find a place to fill our stomachs first, and then go to the tailor shop to buy some clothes! Don't worry, I'll treat you!" He Ping'an looked at Old Xu and Lou Bancheng, who looked embarrassed, and shook the wallet he had just "picked up".

"Mr. He...!" Old Xu looked at the wallet in He Ping'an's hand and smiled without saying anything. He knew the owner of the wallet. Just now at the Municipal Building, an Englishman saw that his group was dressed in rags and said in English that they were country pariahs who were not worthy of living in Hong Kong and Kowloon, and complained that the Hong Kong and Kowloon governments should not take in refugees from the north.

When Old Xu heard what the Englishman said, he was scared. He was not worried that the Englishman would cause trouble for him, but he was mainly worried that He Ping'an would not be able to stand the humiliation. After all, this is still a British place, and it would be very troublesome if a conflict broke out! Old Xu saw that He Ping'an had not made any move for a long time, and thought that he had considered the overall situation and did not act rashly, but he did not expect...

Because of the long journey, including He Pingan, no one had much appetite. The five of them just found a noodle shop and had wonton noodles. The owner of the noodle shop was a nice guy. After learning that He Pingan and others came from the mainland, he specially added more noodles to each person's bowl.

Since they make clothes and are located in Hong Kong Island, there is no reason not to go to Dejilai Street on Queen's Road. Not to mention Zhang Kuohai's ability, just based on the word "brother", you have to go and patronize it.

There were no clothing stores in Hong Kong and Kowloon at that time. Most people made their own clothes. If they were better off, they would go to a Western-style clothing store and ask a tailor to tailor their clothes. The more sophisticated wealthy Chinese would even go to Shanghai to hire a veteran tailor to make clothes for them.

"Boss, we want to buy clothes!" He Ping'an pushed the door of the largest tailor shop on Dejili Street and saw a middle-aged man cutting cloth.

"Hey guys, we only accept custom orders here, we don't sell ready-made clothes!" The man looked up and saw the five people dressed in their fleeing clothes. He was a little surprised, and then he said in embarrassment.

"Add twenty for each item!" He Ping'an took out the gold bull from his patched pocket and shook it.

"Okay, even if I get scolded, I still want to help others! Judging from your appearance, you all came from the north. You found my tailor shop as soon as you entered Hong Kong Island. We have a deep connection!" In capitalism, there is nothing that money can't solve.

Looking at the man with a sense of righteousness, He Pingan said with a smile: "May I ask your name, boss?"

"My name is Zhang Huohai, and I'm from eastern Guangdong! I've been making clothes since I was a kid, and I've been doing it for decades! I'm not bragging, I'm the best in Hong Kong and Kowloon in terms of Western-style clothes. If you don't believe me, just look..." Zhang Kuohai pointed to the photo on the wall of him and Marlon Brando, and boasted

He Pingan turned around and looked at the photo of Zhang Kuohai and Marlon Brando, and smiled knowingly. It really is him... Then he looked around, hoping to meet the little boy. Unfortunately, until everyone changed their clothes, there was no sign of the child.

"Mr. Lou, I'm sure your wife and daughter are tired. Why don't you and your family go to the Peninsula Hotel to rest first. Mr. Xu and I will go see if there are any ways to make money. We can talk about other things in the evening!" After the group left the dress shop, He Pingan looked at the haggard Lou family and gave a 'thoughtful' suggestion.

"Then thank you both for your help!" Lou Bancheng thought that He Ping'an was doing a no-cost business like Outer Mongolia, so he nodded in agreement immediately.

"Mr. He, next..." Looking at the Lou family leaving in a rickshaw, Old Xu turned to look at He Ping'an.

"It's still early and there are few people in the casino, so it won't be fun! Come with me to visit a friend first, and then go to the casino later." He Ping'an turned his gaze to a letter in the space, and couldn't help but sing praises for Minister Luo in his heart!