Farmers in the courtyard

Chapter 154 Chapter 155: Save money first

He Shenghe, Xin Ngee'an, 14K, etc., flashed through Wang Zhendong's mind in an instant.

I also remember a lot of the grievances and hatreds in Jianghu, but they are just some TV series I have watched.

What Lei Luo, lame hao, and the like.

But the reality is not the interpretation of the TV series, and may be more cruel.

There is also 14K and Sun Ngee Ann. Behind them seems to be...

Of course, these have nothing to do with him, Wang Zhendong, and he doesn't want to provoke anyone as soon as he comes. Again, assess the situation, weigh the pros and cons, and I won't offend others unless they offend me.

He is here to make money and lay a foundation, but he should try to remain patient and low-key. As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot overwhelm a local snake.

Make friends with those who can make friends, and endure with those who can keep in touch with others.

Of course, if he encounters someone who goes too far, he has no choice but to fight back.

Because in Hong Kong at this time, whether doing business or opening a factory, it was inseparable from dealing with the black and white.

Whether you are doing business or opening a factory, you need to pay protection fees. Societies have to pay, and criminal police officers have to pay too.

And just as Wang Zhendong watched the two groups shouting in a few words, they started fighting. Suddenly, street vendors and pedestrians began to give way.

The fighting crowd also began to run around and chase each other. For a while, the whole street was as lively as in a police movie.

Wang Zhendong also moved and stood next to a small vendor, avoiding the road and sidewalk.

The vendor was a middle-aged man with a shaggy beard. He sold spicy fish eggs. The smell of curry made Wang Zhendong lose his appetite.

Besides, even if I have an appetite, I don’t have any Hong Kong dollars, but I do have a lot of US dollars, which were captured on the battlefields of the Northern Dynasties.

The U.S. dollar during this period can be said to be hard currency, real U.S. dollars.

In Xiangjiang, it can also be used directly, and many vendors will accept US dollars.

After waiting for a while, the people who were fighting were running around, and a few of them could no longer be seen. The situation and outcome of the battle were unknown.

The police did not appear like in police movies, but did not appear from beginning to end.

Wang Zhendong also left and walked along the street.

While wandering around here, I also asked passers-by, and I found out that it was really Tsim Sha Tsui, not very far from the Wharf port terminal.

If you want to go to Hong Kong Island, you have to take a ferry.

Not long after, Wang Zhendong could see with the naked eye the brightly lit Hong Kong Island, which was only a little over a kilometer away across Victoria Harbor.

Kowloon is a peninsula, and Tsim Sha Tsui faces Victoria Harbor on Hong Kong Island.

Naturally, Wang Zhendong will not stay here in Kowloon. He must go to Hong Kong Island, to HSBC or Hang Seng Bank, to deposit Lou Runchang's gold.

I also plan to go to the Mid-levels area and find a way to buy a Mid-Levels villa.

It is best to have a mid-level villa facing Victoria Harbour, so that the view is better, and the most important thing is that the security of Hong Kong Island is better than that of Kowloon.

But now that I'm in Tsim Sha Tsui, Kowloon, I'm not in a hurry to go to Hong Kong Island. I'll look around here first and really feel the actual situation in Tsim Sha Tsui during this period.

As for accommodation, the Peninsula Hotel is right in front of you, facing Victoria Harbour.

Anyway, I have US dollars. If I don’t stay at the Peninsula Hotel, why should I go to a small hotel facing the street?

Go get a room first, and then go out and take a good stroll.

Then Wang Zhendong went directly to the nearby Peninsula Hotel. Because of his dress and imposing manner, he looked like he was no ordinary person.

The currency was still US dollars, so everything went smoothly. I got a suite. I have to say that the service at the Peninsula Hotel was indeed very good.

And this Peninsula Hotel is also old.Wang Zhendong also knew that this was the property of the Kadoorie family, a Jewish-British family with extremely strong financial resources.

After looking around in the hotel room, Wang Zhendong did not just rest. Instead, he left the hotel and wandered around.

Very late, I went back to the hotel to rest.

Early the next morning, he checked out of the room and headed to the ferry terminal to Hong Kong Island.

He ran to the ferry terminal, which was not far away. After asking people again, Wang Zhendong quickly found the place, bought the ticket in US dollars, and got some Hong Kong dollars in change.

He also boarded the ferry that shuttled between Hong Kong Island and Kowloon for the first time, which was full of novel experiences.

I also feel that in Hong Kong at this time, there are so many people traveling between Hong Kong Island and Kowloon, and the ferries are full of people.

As the distance was more than one kilometer, we arrived at Hong Kong Island very quickly. After getting off the boat, Wang Zhendong went to HSBC Bank.

This side is more prosperous than the Kowloon side. At this time, there are already many high-rise buildings, giving the illusion of old Shanghai.

It can be said to be a lively and bustling place.

Unknowingly, Wang Zhendong fell in love with this place. After all, he was from a later generation, so how could he not like such a bustling scene.

It is unreasonable and inappropriate for a person from later generations to travel to this era and say that he likes rural life and a life of scarcity of supplies.

That can only be said to be helpless. Of course, Wang Zhendong likes it, so he still has to go back. After all, he has a family, and he has the door to space anyway, so he can come over at any time.

The place where you get off the ferry is right in Central. You can see the HSBC Bank building in the distance. You didn't need to take a taxi or anything, so you just walked there.

It’s also a way to get familiar with the streets.

Everything about Xiangjiang during this period was very novel to Wang Zhendong. Of course, it was not like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, but looking at Xiangjiang during this period from the perspective of future generations.

He has never been to Xiangjiang in later generations, so he has no specific comparison and is really unfamiliar with this place.

On Queen's Road, Wang Zhendong saw the HSBC Bank. Looking at the building made Wang Zhendong feel like he was seeing history.

It is said that HSBC was originally established in Shanghai and had a close relationship with Li Hongzhang, the son of Zeng Guofan.

It even seems that the four characters of HSBC are the name changed from Zeng Jizeti's. HSBC means remittances are abundant.

This foreign-funded bank has dominated China's blood-sucking banks since the Qing government, and has grown bigger and bigger since then.

However, when Wang Zhendong looked at the HSBC Bank building, his eyes flashed with fierceness and greed.

Starting today, HSBC will be one of his targets.

The difficulty is naturally not small, and the British will not let it fall, let alone allow the Chinese to have absolute control.

But Wang Zhendong is not worried. Just because there is no way within the rules does not mean that there is no way outside the rules.

Another target is Hang Seng Bank. Although it is now a Chinese-owned bank, it was controlled by HSBC after the bank run in [-].

Of course, let’s save the gold now and go in and talk to the manager. With so many gold bars, I think it’s a big business.

Wang Zhendong smiled and walked directly towards the HSBC building. After entering, he directly asked the manager to receive him and discuss big business.

Therefore, dressing up and bearing are very important at any time. It is true that people depend on their clothes.

Soon, a white man came to receive Wang Zhendong. He spoke in Chinese and Cantonese. Wang Zhendong looked confused after hearing this.

He doesn't understand Cantonese, and the same goes for English.

In the end, I had no choice but to replace myself with a Chinese woman, a young woman in her 20s. It was obvious at a glance that she had just started working.

But it doesn't matter to Wang Zhendong if he can communicate.

(End of this chapter)