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Unknown plane, 1937, Magic City.

Gao Ning wore a snow-white bathrobe, with his hairy legs exposed, and stood beside the busy pier, looking at the people coming and going in a daze.

All kinds of noises were mixed together in my ears, including the noise of children, the shouts of traders, the shouts and curses of cargo ship owners, the sounds of coolies arguing, chatting, car horns, and women talking and laughing.

It was simply very lively.

Gao Ning observed the surrounding environment, and the people around him also looked at Gao Ning with strange eyes.

Many people passing by were whispering, guessing who Gao Ning was and why he was standing here without dressing up. Could it be that he was stolen? He was robbed?

Are they foreigners? Or Chinese?

It's just that although there was a lot of discussion, no one dared to come close.

Even the police patrolling nearby just watched from a distance and had no intention of approaching to talk to him.

This situation lasted for about more than a minute and was interrupted by a group of children wearing ragged clothes and with yellow faces and skinny muscles.

A very courageous little boy rushed up first. Regardless, he grabbed Gao Ning's snow-white bathrobe with his dirty little hands and begged: "Sir, give me some change, give me some change!"

Someone set an example, and a group of children gathered around to work, grabbing their clothes, shaking them, and asking for money one after another.

Gao Ning really didn't react for a moment.

If, he confirmed one thing, that wishing talisman was actually effective!
Chapter completed!