money player

In 1948, the "Minor Crimes Law" enacted by Japan prohibited begging, and homeless people could only make a living by scavenging or doing odd jobs.

Since 1945, many repatriated Japanese soldiers and war orphans in Ueno, Tokyo, lived in underground passages or stations, making a living by picking up waste.

In a remote corner near the station, Ijiri Kazuo leaned against the door of the train, a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes fixed on a shack made of broken wooden boards in front of him. After two puffs of cigarettes, two people walked out of the shack, with a person who seemed to be unconscious between them.

Seeing this, Kazuo Ijiri put out his cigarette and sat in the passenger seat.

Soon, the car sank and there were three more people in the back seat. The driver stepped on the accelerator and the car drove forward.

After driving on the road for about half an hour, the car stopped at the door of a street-side shop. On the right side of the shop door hung a vertical sign that read "Fukumitsu Trading Co., Ltd."

Silently, the door was pried open, and three people from the back seat entered the store. After a few minutes, only two people came out, and a fire could be vaguely seen in the store.

After the two got into the car, Ijiri Kazuo said, "Dead?"

"Hay."

"Walk."

The car drove forward for a distance and stopped beside a security booth. Ijiri Kazuo reached out of the car window and waved to the man leaning against the booth smoking. Then the car continued to move forward...

Koya Garden.

Yoshiko Matsuda hung up the phone, walked across the hall and came to the garden outside.

At the outdoor table in the garden, Lu Yansu lay lazily on a chair, looking up and exhaling smoke towards the starry sky.

Yoshiko Matsuda sat back in her original seat, "It's done."

The pressure of survival forces people to make progress. Yoshiko Matsuda often came into contact with Americans and mastered English, which was not very fluent.

Lu Yansu sat up straight and put out the cigarette in his hand, "Thank you."

"Ms. Matsuda, the bananas in Qishan, Kaohsiung will be ripe in a few months. I must rush to Taiwan as soon as possible and cannot stay in Tokyo for long. I would like to ask for your help in contacting retailers and other follow-up matters."

"Lu Sang, don't worry about going to Taiwan."

"Ariaduo." Lu Yansu bowed slightly.

Taipei.

On the other end of the phone, Cheryl told her about Miss Wang.

"Cheryl, business is business. No matter who the other party is, we should do what we should do. It can be British pounds, US dollars, Taiwan dollars, letters of credit, any internationally circulated currency and payment method.

Credit: OK, let the biggest one come forward to guarantee. For amounts under 10 million Hong Kong dollars, the other party only needs to sign a guarantee contract, otherwise, no deal."

"Adam, you are still in Taiwan..."

"It doesn't matter." Xian Yaowen interrupted, "Do as I say."

"OK."

Just after hanging up the phone, the ring rang again. When I picked it up, it was Fei Baoshu calling. She was playing cards at Fei Baoqi's place and wanted to stay overnight and would be back tomorrow morning.

Xian Yaowen didn't complain, he just asked Fei Baoshu to have fun.

Fei Baoshu put down the phone, returned to his seat in the east and sat down at ease. He picked up the three dice on the table and said, "The God of Wealth is in the east, nine."

Before he finished speaking, the dice was thrown, hit the table, and bounced in three directions. Each of them rolled a few times and then came to a stop.

"One, three, five, it's in your hands."

"Baoshu, do you have work on your hands? If you want nine, then give me nine." Fei Baoqi, who was sitting in the south seat, said.

Fei Baoshu said jokingly, "Sister, how dare you come out to play cards these days if you don't have something to do."

She was in good luck tonight and got whatever cards she wanted.

"I'm a show-off." Fei Baoqi picked up four cards, stood them up and looked at them, a smile on his face, "Three of the four cards are flowers, it seems that the God of Wealth has come to my house."

Yao Hongying, who was sitting in the west seat, said: "The God of Wealth has big steps, and he came to my house."

Yao Hongying, a native of Wenzhou, is only 29 years old. Her father died of illness when she was 16. She took on the financial burden of the family and went to the street to do a small business selling needles and thread. The following year, malaria was raging, and she made a fortune by selling Western medicine.

At the age of 1946, she met Zhang Dezizi, a young man from a wealthy family who was years older than her. They got married in a flash. After the marriage, Zhang Dezizi went to Shanghai to open a bank. Yao Hongying gave birth to three children in a short time. In , she came to Taiwan to do business, trading goods back and forth between Taiwan and the mainland.

He made a lot of money in more than two years, but he did not escape the financial crisis, nor did he escape the exchange of 40,000 old Taiwan dollars for one new Taiwan dollar. His wealth shrunk a lot, and his business went from big businesses such as banking and shipping trade to small businesses such as running a laundry and selling sweaters.

But the positioning of her laundry shop is different from others. It only washes high-end clothes and the service is very thoughtful. The clothes will be delivered to the door after washing. As the boss's wife, she personally participates in the clothing delivery service. This allowed her to get to know many customers, and Fei Baoqi is one of them.

"Mrs. Xian, we've had four consecutive wins. It's time to stop." said Gu Zhengqiu, who was sitting in the north seat.

"I'm not going to play this banker anymore. I'll keep playing till the end." Fei Baoshu sorted out the cards in his hand and took out a card to play. "If you want to win, play to make a fortune. Make a fortune."

"Gang." Gu Zhengqiu pushed down three cards to make a fortune. "Mrs. Xian, your formula doesn't seem to work anymore."

"Don't be impatient. I'll give you some sweetness later." Fei Baoshu held a card in his hand and rotated it up and down clockwise, hitting the table again and again, hitting the edge of the card. "Boss Gu, do you know a master of antique appraisal?"

Gu Zhengqiu played the card he had won, "Mrs. Xian wants to buy antiques?"

"I've been losing for half a year and almost lost all my belongings. I have to do the antique business to supplement my income." Fei Baoshu repeated the secrets of the antique business in a casual tone.

After listening to him, Gu Zhengqiu said, "Mrs. Xian, you are not looking for an appraisal master, but a master appraiser. This is easy to do. The experts in Beigou all have disciples who need to make a living. I will introduce Minister Hang Liwu to you. You can ask him for a few people."

"What department is Minister Hang the head of?"

“Ministry of Education.”

“Does Taiwan’s Ministry of Education still oversee the appraisal of cultural relics?”

"Mrs. Xian, you don't know that Minister Hang was originally responsible for the relocation of cultural relics to Taiwan, and is now in charge of their inventory and protection. He knows all the masters related to cultural relics."

"Then I'd like to trouble you to introduce me to someone else." Fei Baoshu drew a card, "Boss Gu, are you interested in the antique business? If you are interested, I'll give you a share."

"Thank you, I have no interest in doing business."

Yao Hongying, who had just become interested in the business and had been listening attentively, said, "Mrs. Xian is looking for a partner?"

"Boss Yao is interested?"

"interested in."

"Let's make an appointment to chat. Let's play cards today."

……

After answering the phone, Xian Yaowen did not go upstairs directly, but went to the front desk to chat with Wang Chaoyun.

After chatting for a while, Xian Yaowen pointed at the wall and asked, "Qian Hui-chan can play the Persian suona?"

Wang Zhaoyun subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the wall. "I can only play the tuk-tuk. I am not used to playing the Persian tuk-tuk. This was given to me by a classmate. I hang it here as a decoration. Can Mr. Xian play it?"

"I haven't learned anything."

"What musical instrument did Mr. Xian learn to play?"

“When I have free time, I play the long and short flutes, and I also play the harmonica a little.”

"I have a polyphonic harmonica here." Wang Chaoyun excitedly opened the drawer and took out a polyphonic harmonica. "It has 21 holes. Can you play it?"

"Yes." Xian Yaowen waved his hand, then took out a chromatic harmonica from his briefcase and waved it in his hand. "The person who taught me harmonica was proficient in piano, so he started learning harmonica directly from the chromatic scale. I was forced to learn it too fast."

Wang Chaoyun smiled and said, "If you can play the chromatic scale, you can't be called a novice. Please start your performance."

Xian Yaowen nodded slightly, wiped his harmonica carefully, and played "Wang Chunfeng", a very popular Taiwanese Minnan song.

After listening to it twice, Wang Zhaoyun knew that Xian Yaowen was being modest. His level was not just knowing a little, but had already reached the stage of mastery. Intoxicated by it, he couldn't help humming, "Alone at night, guarding the lamp, the breeze blowing across, seventeen or eighteen years old and still unmarried, thinking of the young man, he is indeed handsome and fair-skinned, whose family's son, I want to ask her about the evil situation, playing the pipa in my heart..."

Stop singing.

Wang Zhaoyun said quietly, "Mr. Xian has only been in Taiwan for two days and he has already learned this piece?"

Xian Yaowen swung his harmonica and said, "I have a film and television company that is planning to enter the Taiwanese market. I have spent time studying the trends and preferences in Taiwan, and I have also studied those in Japan, and in more depth."

"In-depth? Mr. Xian has been to Japan?"

"I went there every once in a while. I settled down in Tokyo and made a lot of Japanese friends, such as Yamaguchi Yoshiko and Takamine Hideko. I was good friends with Yamaguchi Yoshiko for a while."

"Li Xianglan?"

"Yes."

"Li Xianglan's movies were often shown in Taiwan in the past. Is she prettier in person than on the screen?"

"The real person looks better."

"Why did you break up?"

"We were never together. It was just an exchange of interests. She needed something and was lonely, and I was able to give her something and was curious."

Wang Chaoyun nodded, "I see. Do you have the same relationship with Gao Fengxiuzi?"

"No, she and I are just ordinary friends. We met by chance in Paris and had coffee together. Because of work, we became closer. That's all."

"Is the mistress of your home in Tokyo also a female star?"

"Yakuza."

"Yakuza?" Wang Zhaoyun exclaimed.

"Weird?"

"A little."

"Nothing, she and I can help each other in business." Xian Yaowen paused, "I have some business in Tokyo and need someone I can trust to manage it. She is very capable and manages it in an orderly manner.

I also plan to set up some businesses in Taiwan, and I also need someone I can trust to manage them.”

"Find a woman here and build a home here?"

"I do think so, but it depends on whether I can meet the right woman. I heard that there is an amazing banana queen in Taiwan, and I plan to meet her."

"Chen Xingcun?"

"Correct."

"She is in her forties and both of her sons are older than you."

"So what?" Xian Yaowen chuckled, "Every age has its own special charm. It just depends on whether you can live out the charm of that age.

Women in their forties are like wine. After years of polishing, their temperament becomes more profound. Their wisdom, emotions and life experience are like the aroma of wine, which makes people intoxicated without drinking and attracts people's hearts.

A forty-year-old woman is like a flower, having gone through many hardships, yet not competing for the favor of a hundred flowers, she is gorgeous but not ostentatious, with the afterglow of youth and the depth of life.

A forty-year-old woman is like a mystery and will interfere with others' judgment of him. If someone analyzes his character from a woman's perspective, they will probably come to the conclusion that he has an Oedipus complex. He has never tasted maternal love since he was a child, so he has an Oedipus complex.

A person's behavioral trajectory and style of doing things will reveal his inner thoughts. In order not to be easily seen through, some of his behaviors are intentional. One day, someone will observe and analyze him with a microscope, thinking of setting a trap for him.

He was waiting for such an opponent.

Whether it is swallowing whales or eating shrimps, one cannot reach a thousand miles without taking small steps.

"Mr. Xian has a preference for women in their forties?"

"No, I don't care much about a woman's age. As I said, every age group has its own special charm. Different growth trajectories, life experiences, different knowledge and experiences will give women different charms."

Xian Yaowen looked into Wang Zhaoyun's eyes and said, "Qian Hui, your eyes are full of vicissitudes of life. You have many stories. I am willing to be your loyal listener. If you are willing, you can share your stories with me."

Wang Zhaoyun avoided Xian Yaowen's gaze and said coquettishly, "You are very domineering."

"Women always like men who are a little more domineering. Of course, the premise is that men have the confidence to be domineering, and I don't seem to lack confidence." Xian Yaowen held Wang Chaoyun's soft hand and kneaded it gently. (End of this chapter)