Republic of China Tycoon Reborn

Huh? Where is this? Du Hai gradually regained consciousness and opened his eyes. The first thing he did when he woke up was reach out and touch his forehead, and then he sat up with a sigh. Something was wrong!

He was sitting under a big locust tree at this time, looking at the scene in front of him that made him unable to calm down. The road paved with bluestones seemed so narrow that it would be an understatement to say it had four lanes. There were antique streets on both sides of the road.

A blue brick house. Is this a shop? Because there is either a wooden sign or a cloth cover on the door. Well, there are no aluminum-plastic panels and no luminous characters.

There were only a few pedestrians on the road, all of whom were dressed in Qing Dynasty style. Those wearing short straw sandals and bare heads, those wearing long shirts, cloth shoes and melon-pipe hats, all had a braid hanging from the back of their heads. Many people had umbrellas under their arms, which was serious business.

oil paper umbrella.

Du Hai felt for a moment that his brain was running out of energy, and he was hallucinating. This must be an hallucination. He closed his eyes and told himself that as soon as he opened his eyes, everything in front of him would disappear and everything would become what it was. Then he opened his eyes and

Look, there are bluestone roads, cloth blankets, melon-skin hats, and big braids, all of which are missing. Du Hai pinched his arm hard, and he grinned in pain. This was not a dream!

Where are the sneakers and jeans on my body? Now I am covered by a robe with a lot of patches, and a pair of half-worn straw sandals under my feet. What's going on? Du Hai was shocked and immediately reached out to touch it.

On the top of his head, as expected, he touched a braid.

What's going on? Du Hai looked at the delicate rice bowl in his hand. It was because he accidentally broke his girlfriend Xiaojuan's rice bowl, and then ran to the Dacheng Commercial Building in front of the school to buy it for her. He didn't want to buy it for her.

Are you giving me a bowl? It seems like I fell down? But a fall wouldn’t be like this, right? The pattern of Crayon Shin-chan printed on the bowl was facing him with its mouth open, as if it was also laughing at him.

Is this a big joke? Time travel? Rebirth? Isn't this true? Is it because my character is too good? In that moment, my top character that shocked the past and the present broke through instantly.

The bondage of space and time? Breaking through all the laws of physics in an instant? Hahahaha, that must be the case! Is this the legendary general who has sent a great responsibility to this people?

There must be something wrong like this. Why can't others travel through time, but I can? It must be that God wants to give me a major task, and the people here must be eager to save them! Hehehehehehe...

Du Hai's thoughts were flying further and further. Do he want to command thousands of troops to guide the country? Or do he want to dominate the country with great power? Or do he want to embrace all the beauties in the world? Or do he want to practice it?

The shocking magical power that shocked the world? Thinking of the proud place, he couldn't help but feel elated and hummed his favorite song softly: "She is like the Gillian of Nanshan picking chrysanthemums, and I am like Edison Chen...

"

I have to figure out when it is in the Qing Dynasty, Kangxi? Or Qianlong? Again, I have to figure out where this place is. It’s time for me to show off my skills! Huh, although I am the bottom of the school, but here, who

Do you dare to say that you are the bottom of the pile?

After he straightened things out, he took a closer look at the signboards on the shops. Sure enough, he found the word "Shanghai" on several signboards. No way? Shanghai in the Qing Dynasty? Why does it look like a small county?

The Shanghai of the Republic of China was in trouble, but what happened to the Shanghai of the Qing Dynasty? It seems that the problem has not been solved yet, and I have to ask again if this Shanghai is the Shanghai I know.

Du Hai was planning his great life goal, when suddenly a strong fragrance floated into his nose. He swallowed, thinking that no matter how great his life goal was, he had to eat a lot before he could do it. Then he touched everything

He had lost all his money, not only money, but not even a single copper plate. Looking at the messy partial-breasted robe on his body, Du Hai couldn't help but get angry.

How could God so stubbornly arrange such an identity for me? Even if I don’t become the emperor, I still have to give myself a prince or general to do this unique time-travel thing, right? How could I actually make myself?

What does this mean to such a poor guy?

Du Hai cursed in his heart for a while, picked up the small rice bowl and raised it in front of his face, muttering as if chanting sutras: "Wan'er, Wan'er, I was going to give you to Xiaojuan. Now it's better, you'd better let me use it."

"After muttering for a while, he picked up the bowl and walked away.

Du Hai looked forward along the bluestone road, and sure enough he saw a food stall selling wontons. It was not a meal at this time, and four or five greasy low tables were empty. There was only one man in a silk shirt with his back to him.

He was eating properly. There was a lean man sitting next to the man, sitting upright.

As soon as Du Hai approached, the wonton vendor immediately picked up the lid and covered the soup pot with an impatient look on his face: "Little Zha San, go away."

"Who is the little bastard?" The shock on Du Hai's face was mixed with the anger in his heart.

The hawker put his hands on his hips, and his face was full of cynicism: "Look at your outfit, I'm looking down on you when I call you a bastard. What's the matter? Are you happy if I call you a beggar?"

"Would you like to say it again?"

The hawker raised his eyebrows and said, "I can just say it ten or eight times! What can you do? Hit me?"

Du Hai cursed and put the bowl in his hand on the table. He rushed to the hawker and punched him. The hawker was short and fat, like a meatball, but Du Hai was skinny and small. The two of them were incompatible.

Proportion. When the vendor saw that the skinny man in front of him was really trying to hit him, he stretched out a pair of big hands to twist his arm.

Unexpectedly, Du Hai was extremely flexible. He twisted his body to avoid the hawker's hand. Then he stretched his right hand up and twisted the hawker's ear with his backhand. Then he turned his hand into a twist circle, so that the opposite hand immediately straightened out.

, the hawker's originally straight ears were twisted to the point of being extremely deformed, almost becoming an S-shape.

The hawker immediately screamed in shock and pain. Du Hai tightened his strength and put his middle finger on the hawker's cheek. His middle finger stretched out like a pin, making his posture more stable.

Du Hai paused for a moment and said, "Looking for excitement in the middle of the day! Are you more arrogant?" The vendor stretched out his hand to resist, but Du Hai gently tightened his hand and raised his arm again. The vendor couldn't help but stand on tiptoe.

He stood on his toes and tilted his head to one side to relieve the pain.

"This move I have is very famous. It is the long-lost martial arts secret technique 'Tiger Kick'. Do you know how powerful it is?" Du Hai started to make nonsense with a serious face. The vendor said anxiously: "I understand, I understand.

You quickly let go, I’m convinced!”

Du Hai let go of his hand and looked at the vendor grinning and rubbing his ears. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This so-called tiger kick was not a martial arts trick at all. It was a corporal punishment trick used by his class teacher to deal with students when he was a child.

Du Hai had suffered enough from this trick when he was a child. As the saying goes, a good doctor is a good doctor. Unknowingly, he also learned this trick. He further improved it and added several changes. From then on, this trick

This move has become Du Hai's unique skill. From elementary school to junior high school, from junior high school to high school, over a period of seven or eight years, this tiger kick move can be said to be brilliant in his hands.

The two stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes. The hawker's face showed an eagerness to try, and he clearly wanted to fight Du Hai again. But in the end he gave up. He was really scared of the so-called "wulin secret skill".

.

"Brother, you are so awesome. I was wrong just now. Are you here to buy wontons?" The vendor changed his strategy. He deliberately emphasized the word "buy" and looked at Du Hai, waiting for the answer.

Du Hai felt guilty and scratched his neck: "Who said I want to buy wontons? Can you, a shabby wonton, be able to catch my eye?"

"Then what are you doing here?"

Du Hai rolled his eyes, reached out and picked up the bowl on the table, and knocked twice: "Look at it, sir? I have a piece of national treasure-level porcelain, and I wanted to ask you about it.

Is there anyone knowledgeable and knowledgeable——"

"So we're selling bowls." The sudden realization on the vendor's face was almost artificial.

Du Hai sighed: "I've blinded your good eyes! What do you mean by selling bowls? This is authentic good porcelain, you know nothing about it!"

He took a step forward and unexpectedly touched the man in the silk shirt who was sitting and eating wontons. Du Hai didn't bother to apologize, and pretended to add to the vendor: "I'll teach you to be good today, and don't do it in the future."

Look down on people again. Don’t you understand equality? Don’t you understand human rights?”

Before the vendor could answer, the man in the silk shirt suddenly stood up, clapped his hands and said: "What a equality, what a human rights! I didn't expect these two words to come out of your mouth!"

"Why can't I say it?" Du Hai turned his head to him.

The man in the silk shirt said nothing and winked at the lean man next to him. The lean man understood, stood up and attacked Du Hai fiercely. Du Hai, who was so impressive just now, didn't even have the strength to parry, and was struck by that

The lean man was knocked down with one move and fell like a dog chewing on the mud. Just as he was about to curse, the other party actually picked him up like a little chicken and dragged him away!