During the Republic of China era, I achieved unparalleled success by returning to the past.

"Place your order now and you won't regret it!"

"Big! Big! Go all out!"

Haha, we won! Liangxipi, another small win! Excited laughter and frustrated resentment mingled in the casino.

Carrying a black umbrella, Song Beiyou, familiar with the route, headed straight for the stairs on the right.

A henchman dressed in a black jacket and shorts quickly stopped him: "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for Second Master. I am Song Beiyou."

The underling sized him up a few times, then turned and stepped aside: "Go on, Second Master is waiting for you."

Song Beiyou nodded slightly and went up the wooden stairs to the second floor.

Ah Dong waited upstairs with a sullen face, five bright red finger marks on his cheek. "You've got guts, this slap wasn't for nothing. Come with me."

Song Beiyou stretched his arms and followed behind. At the same time, he had a thought and adjusted his mask, changing "Butcher Ding Carving an Ox" to "White Ape with Eight Arms".

The two walked to the outside of a luxurious private room, and A-Dong knocked on the carved wooden door: "Second Master, he's here."

"Come in."

As Song Beiyou entered the room, a large executive desk came into view. Zhang Feilong was leaning back in the boss's chair, his feet propped up on the desk, a Fushou brand cigar dangling from his mouth, puffing out smoke.

Seeing him approach, he chuckled and said, "Ah You're here. What brings you here?"

The bright ceiling lights illuminated all the decorative items in the room, making them shine.

Song Beiyou smiled and said, "Second Master has very good taste. This old plum tree stump is quite artistic."

Zhang Feilong glanced at the potted plant on the table, stretched out his fingers, picked up a cigar, tilted his head and smiled at him, a smile that was somewhat eerie.

Song Beiyou, however, sat down on the opposite sofa and smiled, saying, "I want to discuss a business deal with Second Master."

Zhang Feilong narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint in them, and asked casually, "What kind of business?"

"I want to borrow another three hundred silver dollars from Second Master so that he can earn some interest."

Zhang Feilong paused for a moment, then grinned and laughed heartily: "Interesting."

His smile vanished instantly, and his demeanor changed drastically! His feet, which were resting on the desk, suddenly twisted and turned, and his body, which had been leaning against the boss's chair, sprang up and was now standing on the desk. With a twist of his waist, he used the momentum of the turn to raise his right knee and sweep horizontally!

Bang! The fine old plum bonsai tree was shattered into pieces, with the largest piece shooting towards it.

"A master!" Song Beiyou's eyes narrowed, and he reacted instantly. Without moving his waist and hips, his upper body swayed like a pendulum, and the fragments flew past his ears.

Before you could catch your breath, a strong gust of wind brushed your face, and a fierce high kick was already upon you, the taut instep like an iron shovel.

Song Beiyou swayed his upper body again, relaxed his right shoulder and elbow, and unleashed a long whip-like hammer that struck straight at the back of Song Beiyou's knee.

Seeing the situation, Zhang Feilong moved his right knee to the side, and the back of his knee immediately became his kneecap.

Bang! Fist and knee collided with a dull thud. Song Beiyou's right arm jolted as a strange force surged through it, making his whole body numb. It was a perfect blend of soft and hard power! Zhang Feilong, a master of internal force, came to this conclusion, and a chill ran through him.

Zhang Feilong used the momentum to withdraw his foot, flicked his long robe, and held a cigar between his fingers, the ash still visible. He didn't attack again, took a deep drag of his cigarette, tapped his temple with his finger, and sneered:

"You want to borrow another three hundred? Do you think there's something wrong with me? You were all those sweet talkers in front of me back then, promising to get me all sorts of good stuff if I got into the hospital. And now?"

His menacing expression was fully revealed; the veins on both sides of his neck bulged, and the ferocious blue dragon twisted as if raising its head.

Song Beiyou knew that the fact that this guy hadn't made another move meant there was room for negotiation, so he sighed helplessly, "Second Master, this isn't my fault. That foreign doctor suddenly disappeared and they blamed me. If it weren't for a benefactor's help, I'd still be in the police station right now."

Her tone softened, "Second Master, to be fair, if this hadn't happened, could I have brought you some nice things?"

Zhang Feilong's eyes changed: "What's the use of saying all this now? One hundred silver dollars, compounded interest, becomes one hundred and sixty-nine dollars in two months. I'll round it down for you, one hundred and sixty."

Song Beiyou shrugged: "Even if you sold me, Second Master, I wouldn't be worth sixty yuan. You'd lose a hundred. Second Master, you're such a shrewd man, why not give me another chance?"

"Opportunity? Last time I lent you money because you speak European and are quick-witted. What makes you think you can convince me this time?"

Song Beiyou pretended to ponder: "I have connections and can get better Western medicine, such as penicillin. Second Master, you just need to pass it on to the mainland and you'll make a fortune."

Zhang Feilong, cigar in hand, frowned and thought for a moment: "Penicillin is a valuable substance. Do you have connections for such a large deal?"

Song Beiyou waved towards the door: "Could you please bring me my umbrella, Brother Dong?"

Ah Dong's lips twitched, but he dared not disobey, and silently handed over the curved black umbrella. Song Beiyou handed it to Zhang Feilong: "Second Master, please take a look."

Zhang Feilong took it and shook it. The black umbrella opened, and after looking around, he said unhappily, "It's just a foreign umbrella. It's not like I don't have one myself."

Song Beiyou smiled and said, "Second Master, why don't you call someone who knows their stuff to take a look?"

"Go and call the clerk over."

A moment later, a man in a suit and gold-rimmed glasses arrived. Zhang Feilong tossed him over: "Strategist, open my eyes."

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses took the black umbrella, first examining the canopy, then looking up from the hook to the ribs, before saying, "Covered in fine silk, without folds or seams. The hook is made of South Sea white rattan, and the ribs are made of white oak and cherry wood. It's a custom-made, high-end item."

"You can't even buy it at high-end boutiques?"

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses shook his head: "You probably can't buy them."

Song Beiyou always liked to make the most of resources, and he had naturally made preparations before coming. He then reminded him, "Please take a look at the markings on the umbrella handle, sir."

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses raised his eyelids and carefully felt around the hook for a while. He saw a special emblem at the bottom and immediately gasped.

Zhang Feilong leaned closer and whispered a few words in his ear. His expression immediately turned serious.

After dismissing the strategist, Zhang Feilong silently took two puffs, stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray, and sat back down opposite him, leaning forward: "I can't do this business. I, Zhang Feilong, come from a humble background, and my legs go weak when I see important people."

Song Beiyou remained expressionless, pondering: Could it be that this fellow saw through my feigned ignorance? Then he heard Zhang Feilong continue:

"However, if you still want to borrow three hundred, I can give you a chance."

"Please speak, Second Master." Song Beiyou rested his hands naturally on the armrests of the sofa, his fingers tapping lightly.

"Ah Dong, call Ah Biao over."

A short while later, it was over.

The light inside shifted, and a bear-like figure appeared in the doorway: "Second Master, did you call me?"

Zhang Feilong waved and introduced Song Beiyou, "This is Biaozi, my best fighter, one of the Thirteen Bodyguards of the Horizontal Legion." He grinned, "I saw you were quite skilled earlier. If you can beat him, I'll lend you not just three hundred, but five hundred too."

Song Beiyou slightly raised his eyelids. The person in front of him was probably 1.9 meters tall, wearing a sleeveless short jacket. His two arms were muscular and about the same thickness as a normal person's thighs. His latissimus dorsi muscles under his armpits looked like two fleshy wings.

"So? Dare to fight? If you want to borrow money, you'd better prove your worth. Otherwise, I'll have no choice but to sell you like a pig to Southeast Asia and cut my losses."

Ah Biao grinned, revealing his blood-red maw: "Second Master, aren't you afraid I'll punch this kid to death and make you lose money?"

Song Beiyou narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold glint flashing in them: "Alright, I'll spar with this brother."