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The person sitting next to him changed to Qiong, but she still did not disturb Xian Yaowen's enjoyment of the scenery. However, he had to do two things at once and had to take care of his own safety.

Three words after the convoy had passed, people appeared on both sides of the road and on the road. Women with towels wrapped around their faces, wearing straw hats, shorts and bare feet, carrying hay stacks or urine buckets passed by the vehicles. There were also men riding 28-inch bicycles carrying hay stacks or firewood.

Looking in the direction they were heading, he saw a green farmland. Looking around, he could not find any village. He thought it must be on the other side of the hill, otherwise the farmland was too far away from the village.

After watching the long shot, he pulls back to the close shot, analyzing the complexion and clothing of every passerby, paying special attention to whether the collar is patterned, and capturing the gaps between the buttons that accidentally widen due to body movements, revealing the inner style, the hem of the clothes fluttering, and the belt that is revealed.

These details can best reflect a person's true living standard.

At first glance, the passers-by were not living too poorly, with enough food to keep up with their body consumption, and women basically wore underwear. There were no overly colorful patches, and the patches were basically the same color as the rotten clothes.

After a quick glimpse of the rural elements, the car entered the urban area. The buildings on the street were similar to those in Hong Kong, mainly in the style of tenement buildings. The only difference was that Hong Kong had a British style, while Taipei had a Japanese style. Single-family houses could be seen at a distance, and some decorative elements tended to be Japanese.

This is inevitable. After decades of colonization, most educated people are the products of Japanese education, and their aesthetics naturally tend towards the Yamato style.

Looking at the pedestrians on the street, some are dressed in suits and some are in rags. You can even see words like "Net weight 30 kilograms" and "Handle with care" on some people's trousers. With a little identification, you can find that the cloth used to make the trousers is flour bags.

Some people's pants are richer in color, but upon closer inspection, you can still tell that the fabric is still flour bags. After a little thought, it turns out that there is a wonderful person who runs a flour mill here in Taipei.

Xian Yaowen pointed at a pair of pants and said to Qi Longque, "Ask what brand of flour this is and which factory produced it."

Two minutes later, Qi Longque reported that the flour was Jiaxin brand, produced by Jiaxin Flour Mill, and the flour bags were produced by Yuexin Textile. The two companies had the same boss, Zhang Minyu.

Xian Yaowen sounded familiar with this name. When Friendship Shopping Mall was raising funds, he visited Li Zhiqing, who introduced him to Yu Danhan. Before visiting Yu Danhan, he made up for his mistakes by studying Yu Qiaqing's lessons.

There is a story about Yu Qiaqing's elevator dragon-climbing technique. In the 1930s, there was a saying in the Shanghai-Ningbo area: "There is a big mud snail in Longshan and Brother Ade in Sanbei." Brother Ade was referring to Yu Qiaqing.

As for this fellow Zhenhai senior, Zhang Minyu, who was working on the street at the time, was obsessed with making friends with "Brother Ade". In order to curry favor with him, the first thing he did every morning was to run to the office building where Yu Qiaqing worked and wait there.

When Yu Qiaqing got out of the car, Zhang Minyu followed him into the building, pretending to have something to do, and then "coincidentally" took the elevator with him. Day after day, Yu Qiaqing finally asked, "You look familiar to me?"

Zhang Minyu hurriedly complimented him and introduced herself, "Mr. Yu, like you, I am also in the textile business, but I am a street vendor, I can't compare to you!"

After a few words, Yu Qiaqing felt that he got along well with this fellow villager, so he called Zhang Minyu to his office and said, "It just so happens that I have a batch of inventory. Can you help me sell it?"

Shanghai is an extremely realistic place. Since then, word has gradually spread in the textile industry that "so-and-so is an old friend of Yu Qiaqing." Zhang Minyu's status as a street runner "reached a higher level," which laid the foundation for him to become the owner of a textile factory in the future.

"It's interesting to work in textile industry."

Xian Yaowen muttered to himself and shifted his gaze from the people to the food on the street.

Although there are people from all over the place in Hong Kong, the population is still mainly from the south, and the food is mainly from Lingnan, supplemented by Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Unlike Taiwan, the influx of outsiders is almost half from the north and south, and the snacks are more abundant. This time, tasting delicacies from all over the world is one of the main leisure activities.

Of course, he also wanted to meet a northern girl. Unfortunately, he had dated more than ten girls, but none of them was from north of the Yangtze River, and the only one was a Japanese-produced barley porridge.

Thinking of Da Cha Zi Zhou, he got a headache. It had been such a long time, and "Li Xiang Lan" had not been finished yet. Give her another two months. If she still hadn't finished, he would promote her to Teacher Yamaguchi and let her go and shoot Super Feng Yue.

In a trance, the car arrived at Hengyang Road. During the Japanese colonial period, this place was called Rongcheng, which was the main settlement area for Japanese immigrants. The architectural style was arcades, the roads were wide, and there were signs hanging on the walls of each building, such as photo studios, pharmacies, and textile stores.

Xian Yaowen felt a sense of familiarity as he looked at the road. Decades later, Hengyang Road basically maintained its current layout, and the rebuilt architectural style also followed today's style. Some buildings were even replicas.

Suddenly, slogans were heard from the front, and a parade team was coming towards them. At the front was a banner that read "Farewell to Mr. So-and-so for his glorious service". The name was written too sloppily to be clearly visible. Behind them were many Japanese-style cloth flags that read "Congratulations on entering the camp" or "Congratulations on joining the army".

This was a farewell ceremony for the troops joining the army. According to official statements, it was a spontaneous act of the masses.

Looking at the bitter faces, Xian Yaowen said he believed this statement.

After letting the parade pass, the convoy walked forward a few hundred meters and arrived at its destination, Hengyang Hotel, a Japanese-style hotel.

It looks okay, but it's of low quality.

Rickshaw, Xian Yaowen could believe what Chen Changtong said, hotel, the meaning of neglect was obvious.

His brows were furrowed and then relaxed. He got off the rickshaw and handed his hand to Joan.

Qiong ignored him, got out of the car, stood beside him, and looked at Chen Changtong who was walking over.

"Yao Wen, the boss here is an acquaintance of mine, a Taipei native. It will be more convenient for you to live here."

If you make a mistake, you must correct it. Chen Changtong turned the act of neglect into a thoughtful arrangement.

"Brother-in-law, you are thoughtful."

Following Chen Changtong into the hotel, I saw the pure Japanese style. Even the woman sitting at the front desk looked like an oriental woman.

When the woman saw Chen Changtong, she immediately came out to greet him. She was dressed in Japanese style, but spoke in standard Mandarin, "Mr. Chen, you're here?"

"Chao Yun, let me introduce you. This is my brother-in-law Xian Yaowen." Chen Changtong said to the woman with a smile.

The woman looked at Xian Yaowen and nodded slightly, "Mr. Xian, welcome to Hengyang Hotel. I am Wang Zhaoyun. Please feel free to contact me if you need anything."

Xian Yaowen nodded and responded, "Ms. Wang, please take care of me in the next few days."

Wang Zhaoyun, Su Dongpo's concubine, was also his most important spiritual partner and confidante in his later years. This name was probably not chosen randomly, but was full of meaning. It is very likely that this woman was the confidante of a fallen official.

Chen Changtong could guess a thing or two about this from the fact that they knew each other, although they should not have any intersection. However, she did not know when the name was given, and whether the deposed official was still deposed, or had been reinstated.

"Sure." Wang Chaoyun made a gesture of invitation, "Mr. Xian, please come this way."

"Yao Wen, we won't go up. You guys settle down. I have already reserved a table at the restaurant." Chen Changtong said.

"Ok."

Xian Yaowen glanced at Qiong and saw that she had no intention of following him, so he hugged Fei Baoshu and followed Wang Zhaoyun upstairs.

His room was in the center of the second floor. Although the hostel was not big, it had a suite with a living room, an alcove, a dry and wet separated bathroom with a bath, and a separate bedroom with a double bed instead of a tatami.

It would be nice to have a bed. It is the rainy season in Taipei now and it would be uncomfortable to sleep on the floor.

Xian Yaowen took a quick look around the room, his eyes lingering on every light. He had not informed Lei Zhen that he would arrive in Taiwan today, but the other party might not be unaware. With Taiwan's intelligence capabilities, his background and what he did in Hong Kong could not be concealed. In order to attract his investment, it was not surprising that some means were used.

Although there are passive monitoring tools nowadays, the mainstream is still active. Battery-dependent ones are inconvenient to replace batteries. If there is a monitoring device in his room, it is most likely an external power supply model that needs to be connected to electrical wires. The best wiring location is above the lampshade where it is darkest under the lamp and inside the desk lamp.

Xian Yaowen stood in front of the bed with his hands hanging down. Fei Baoshu took off his cheongsam, took out new clothes from the suitcase and helped him undress.

"Master, who is that foreign woman?"

"She's a young lady from a partner family in the United States. They originally wanted me to marry her, but now it's hard to say."

"Why is it hard to say?"

"In the eyes of most Westerners, one can have countless lovers but can only have one wife. Ruoyun and I have held our wedding, and unless I divorce her, the marriage cannot go forward."

"Then why is she here?"

"I don't know. I haven't had time to communicate with her yet." Xian Yaowen stroked Fei Baoshu's face. "Don't worry. I won't ruin your plan or embarrass you."

"Ah."

"You go wash up, I'll do the rest myself."

Fei Baoshu went to the bathroom, Xian Yaowen changed his clothes by himself, took out two bulging envelopes from his briefcase, took out a stack of New Taiwan dollars from one envelope and a stack of US dollars from the other envelope, counted them, and put them in his wallet.

Today, the New Taiwan Dollar adopts a dual exchange rate system, with a basic exchange rate of 5 New Taiwan Dollars to 1 US Dollar, which is suitable for the import of important materials such as machinery and equipment, industrial raw materials, etc.; and a settlement rate of up to 7.5 New Taiwan Dollars to 1 US Dollar, which is suitable for general import and export trade.

As a result, the value of the New Taiwan Dollar is difficult to accurately anchor. It can be more valuable than the Hong Kong Dollar, or cheaper than the Hong Kong Dollar. If the upper and lower limits are opened, the exchange rate difference can be manipulated in a variety of ways, and it will be no problem to create a richest man in Taiwan.

Putting the wallet into the inner pocket of his suit, Xian Yaowen tapped the pocket. Since he had discovered a business opportunity, he would try to see if there was any. (End of this chapter)