I traveled through time without patched pants, I was the richest man in the Republic of China

Just like Li Xiaoya, Wei Miao doesn't like Matsui Yukiko.

Although she is more lively and bright, she is harmless to humans and animals.

But Wei Miao knew that this girl, who was only a few years older than her, was already rotten to the core.

"Ms. Yukiko."

Wei Miao wanted to get up, but Matsui Yukiko was standing closely behind her, her body slightly bent. If she stood up, her head would definitely hit her chin.

"What are you looking at?"

After saying this, Yukiko Matsui also squatted next to the stall like Wei Miao did.

She didn't mind at all that her gorgeous kimono was dragging on the dusty ground, just like a playful girl next door.

"this."

Wei Miao opened his palm, and on it lay a small pen holder.

The blue and white sea patterns on the white porcelain are elegant and flowing, and really beautiful.

"Is this an antique?" Yukiko Matsui's eyes widened in surprise.

Wei Miao nodded and answered seriously: "It should be Yuan blue and white porcelain."

Matsui Yukiko exclaimed in a low voice, "Is it valuable?"

Wei Miao felt that her acting skills were far inferior to Brother Lu's, but she still didn't notice it and said:

"If you find a buyer who likes it, you should be able to sell it for three hundred dollars. If you can find the provenance, the price can be increased by ten to twenty times."

Yukiko Matsui looked at the small and worn porcelain in Wei Miao's hand, and suddenly felt that what they said made sense.

There is a reason why Lu Pingsheng protects Wei Miao, his little follower, like this.

Not everyone has the ability to discover antiques and estimate their value at a young age.

After all, after Lupin became a prominent figure in Shanghai, various versions of the story about him finding the blue and white porcelain vase on a street stall were spread.

Others rely on rumors and gossip, but as special agents of the Imperial Intelligence Department, they know the general ins and outs of the matter.

"Then congratulations, Wei Sang."

Matsui Yukiko smiled sweetly, then extended her hand to the two frightened young men, smiled sweetly, and said in somewhat stiff Chinese:

"Can I see this?"

The young man who was talking just now handed the thing to her with a pale face.

Matsui Yukiko nodded slightly and said, "Thank you."

This sentence successfully eased the tension of the two men, but when they saw the Japanese soldiers in uniform at the entrance of the alley, they became anxious again.

Wei Miao was doing two things at once, paying attention to Yukiko Matsui who was fiddling with the tape recorder, and bargaining with the young man at the same time.

Just now she and Yukiko Matsui were speaking Japanese, which the two young people couldn't understand, so Wei Miao had no burden in bargaining.

With the presence of the Japanese woman, Yukiko Matsui, the young man quickly gave in and sold it to Wei Miao for two dollars.

It was as if he wanted to get rid of the person quickly.

When Yukiko Matsui saw Wei Miao give the young man two dollars, her smile deepened.

"How much is this?" she said softly to the young man who was putting the money given by Wei Miao into his arms.

Matsui Yukiko's smile stunned his young companion. He suddenly felt that Miss Shizuka was far inferior to this girl.

The young man saw his companion's stupid expression and thought to himself that this was not good. He gritted his teeth and said to Matsui Yukiko:

"This is fifty-five dollars."

There was a flash of displeasure in Yukiko Matsui's eyes, but she still smiled sweetly.

"Then I'll buy it."

After he finished speaking, he blinked at Wei Miao and said, "Wei Sang, I was in a hurry to leave today and I didn't bring any money. Can you help me pay for it?"

what?

Asked to spend money, Wei Miao refused without thinking.

"keep the change."

Just before Wei Miao opened his mouth, a hundred-yuan French coin was thrown in front of the young man.

Wei Miao and Matsui Yukiko turned their heads at the same time and saw Lu Pingsheng in a suit.

Yukiko Matsui stood up happily, but maybe because she stood too fast, her body was a little shaky.

Lu Pingsheng asked with concern: "Ms. Xuezi, are you okay? You must stand firmly."

Yukiko Matsui was both angry and amused. Shouldn't he come forward like a gentleman at this time, support her and ask about the situation with concern?

This guy was just talking and he even took two steps back as if he was afraid of getting too close.

"Brother Lu, you're here." Wei Miao said in an unfriendly tone.

Brother Lu is so generous when spending money on others.

"Let's go."

Matsui Yukiko held the recorder and asked, "Are we going to Lu Sang's house?"

Lu Pingsheng nodded, "That's right."

Matsui Yukiko tilted her head and said, "I've heard that Lu Sang's new home is decorated in a very local style."

Lu Pingsheng was more tactful this time. "The decoration of the house is just finishing up. When it is all completed, I will definitely formally invite Miss Xuezi."

Matsui Yukiko smiled charmingly and stretched out her snow-white hand, "Then it's undecided."

Lu Pingsheng's hand touched hers and then left, and he watched her leave with two Japanese soldiers.

Lu Pingsheng ignored Wei Miao who was watching the show nearby, and scolded the two young men who were secretly delighted with the money:

"You two little bastards, get out of here! Don't let me see you two in the concession recently, or I'll let you know whether I can take your money or not."

When the young man holding the money heard this, he started to run away.

It was his companion who gritted his teeth, rolled up the cloth on the street, and quickly headed towards the exit of the concession.

After Wei Miao and Lu Pingsheng got into the car, she told him about the recording without waiting for Lu Pingsheng to speak.

"That tape recorder is the size of a palm and looks like a military one."

Lu Pingsheng was thinking about the two sentences Wei Miao said, and suddenly remembered something.

Yesterday he invited his men in the department to dinner, and the cheapskate Haruko Suzuki brought along her boyfriend, Captain Watanabe, the squad leader of the gendarmerie.

After eating and drinking, the group talked about the lost treasure of Ichiro Hirata, the former commander of the Kwantung Army.

The customs has its own small circle, and Haruko and others insisted that the valuables must have been swapped by ronin in the local area.

Watanabe Ichiro looked drunk and said mysteriously:

"Did you know that General Hirata Ichiro died in this way?"

Lu Pingsheng's heart moved, he poured him a glass of wine, and said casually: "I heard it was a heart attack."

Watanabe drank the wine that Lu Pingsheng poured and said in a low voice:

"I have a classmate at the Imperial Police Academy who was General Hirata's personal bodyguard. He said that General Hirata's death was very strange, and there were even people who suspected him, but he had no evidence."

Haruko seemed to know who the classmate her fiancé was talking about, and said with a sweet smile:

"Just because he heard General Hirata singing a folk song from his hometown, he suspected that there was something fishy about the general's death?"

Watanabe waved his hands and tried to open his mouth to speak, but suddenly he started retching.

Lu Pingsheng hurriedly supported him and brought him water. Just at this time, the geisha's performance began. Several other drunkards clamored to go see the show, pushed open the window of the box on the second floor, and looked at the stage downstairs.

Only Watanabe Ichiro put his arm around Lu Pingsheng's shoulder and muttered in a low voice:

"He told me that he saw with his own eyes that beautiful female doctor enter General Hirata's room..."

It took Lu Pingsheng a while to react before he remembered who the beautiful female doctor was.

Xiaolin Ying, also known as Lu Wenying, is a spy of the Green Forest.

In order to get that batch of property, he had specially collected the life and death report of Ichiro Hirata. After listening to Watanabe's words, all the puzzling details in it matched up.

The recorder is key.

It's just that they handled such a crucial thing so roughly, and now it falls into the hands of Yukiko Matsui.

I’m afraid...