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

Lu Pingsheng felt angry just thinking about it. People who hate evil should charge into battle on the battlefield.

It’s best to be a fearless death squad.

Wang Dongting was a man of no mercy. He had only said two or three words when he raised his gun.

He was called a jerk all the time.

He is a bad boy. Even if he is a bad boy, he is a bad boy who is as red as the sun.

If he hadn't mentioned A Miao in the end, perhaps only one of him and Wang Dongting would have survived.

When Wang Dongting pulled the trigger, he closed his eyes and warned himself not to meddle in other people's business again.

Then he rolled on the ground and kicked Wang Dongting hard in the crotch.

Wang Dongting looked at his empty gun, his balls were in pain and he broke out in a cold sweat. He was so angry that the two of them started fighting.

No one got the upper hand.

Fortunately, there was no bullet in Wang Dongting's gun, and he didn't really want to kill him.

"Brother Wang, you're a real man." After listening to Lu Pingsheng's vague account of the whole incident, Wei Miao complimented him against his will.

Lu Pingsheng thought about it and snorted coldly, "He is nothing but a reckless man. Now I know that TV dramas are all lies."

What about being brave and resourceful, and what about serving the national cause? He was just a reckless Zhang Fei. No wonder he died at the hands of a woman!

Wei Miao admired Lu Pingsheng's colorful expression for a while, and said casually:

"Brother Wang is a good person. He is brave but careful."

Lu Pingsheng looked at Wei Miao with a slanted look, raised the corner of his mouth, and sneered: "You worship him like this?"

Wei Miao ignored his unhappy expression with a hint of evil, and said meaningfully:

"Who made us share the same hardships? Not everyone can have the feeling of being in prison!"

Seeing the twisted smile on Lu Pingsheng's face, Wei Miao continued:

"Unlike us two, we can only share wealth."

Lu Pingsheng finally laughed out loud, angry.

"Your conscience has been swallowed by Ali, who will take you to eat delicious food and drink spicy food, take you to live a life of luxury..."

Lupin spoke so confidently at the end that he felt a little guilty.

When he had nothing to do, he also analyzed that his luck had improved since he came to this era and met Wei Miao.

Blue and white porcelain vase, sulfa, penicillin, secret room treasure, casino reversal, and train treasure...

Everything is closely related to the little devil.

Sometimes he even secretly guessed that Wei Miao was the one given the golden finger by God.

A living money-eating beast system?

"Brother Lu, can we steal the bronze medallion from Yukiko Matsui's neck this time?"

When Lu Pingsheng heard the kid talking about something serious, he put away his random thoughts and shook his head, saying:

"Since she learned last time how important the bronze medal is, she won't carry it with her."

Wei Miao suddenly thought of Li Xiaoya, and wondered what her reaction was when she saw the bronze medal.

And why do Dong Ergou and Master Dong, two people with the surname Dong, also have bronze medals?

"Brother Lu, do you have any background information on Li Xiaoya?"

Lu Pingsheng was already accustomed to the little brat's constant jumping around topics.

"Yes, I'll show it to you after the party."

Wei Miao nodded. She didn’t think this was a coincidence.

After all, apart from the boxes given by Xiao Qian, the remaining three were all obtained from Juhua.

Dong Ergou was planning to take over her house, Li Xiaoya was brought by Wu Ziyang, and where was the barber Master Dong?

Wei Miao felt that compared to studying, thinking was a piece of cake.

Why use your hands when you can use your brain? Calligraphy with a brush? Who invented this torture!!!

Lu Pingsheng looked at the kid's smiling and resentful expression, and his mood, which had been full of resentment because of Wang Dongting, improved a little.

When the car arrived, the two were shocked by the tight security measures around the Far East Hotel before they even got out.

Not only were there armed gendarmes standing every three to five meters, there were also several patrol teams patrolling back and forth.

If you encounter suspicious persons, drive them away immediately.

There were four military trucks parked around the hotel, and people standing in the carriages were regular dispatched troops.

"Is this an important person?" Wei Miao saw Lu Pingsheng's frowning and thoughtful expression, and knew that he didn't know either.

Lu Pingsheng really didn’t know. How could he, a Chinese citizen working at the General Administration of Customs, know a thing?

"Get off the car!" Lu Pingsheng decided not to think about it for the time being and got off the car to find out what was going on.

After the two got off the car, they passed through numerous inspections and finally entered the banquet hall. At the last checkpoint at the entrance of the banquet hall, a military policeman saluted Lu Pingsheng and said:

"Sir, you may go in. This person is not from the Empire and cannot enter."

In the past, we could just give them some money or something and they would be able to get away with it.

Seeing the situation outside and the tough attitude of the military police, Lu Pingsheng knew that money would not be able to get him anywhere.

The more this happened, the more he wondered in his heart, wondering who the people who came today were.

Seeing that the two men did not move, the people behind them began to whisper, and the military police's attitude was not as good as before.

"Sir, please cooperate with us."

Lu Pingsheng bowed apologetically and apologized in fluent Japanese, then pulled Wei Miao to the side.

Just then he saw a group of Koreans walking in, and Lu Pingsheng's mind started working rapidly.

The last time only the Japanese and the Koreans from the colonial country participated in the ceremony was the Setsubun Festival held in Japan every spring.

At that time, all local agencies in Shanghai sent representatives.

The ceremony this time is so grand and the confidentiality is so strict, I'm afraid the person coming is quite impressive.

But he hasn't heard of any changes in the top management recently.

Lu Pingsheng lowered his eyes. His rank was still too low. Being able to come into contact with people like Captain Watanabe was already his limit.

In the past, Kudo Ishigami of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs was a good candidate, but it was a pity that this guy got killed...

"Ah Miao, Ala goes in first, Nong goes to the restaurant across the street. There is a private room on the second floor. Tell me your name and eat while you wait and see."

This was an unexpected event, not in the plan, and there was nothing he could do but take it one step at a time.

Wei Miao was a little discouraged, although of all the banquets, she disliked Japanese banquets the most.

But it’s also fun to eat some raw food occasionally and reminisce about the old days of hunting in the wild.

After Wei Miao watched Lu Pingsheng go in, he walked dejectedly towards the izakaya across the street.

Just as I was about to enter the house, I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of my eye.

After just a few days of not seeing each other, Wei Miao felt that Wang Dongting had lost a lot of weight, like one of those weak-legged and kidney-deficient men who came out of a brothel.

He was wearing Japanese samurai clothes, with dark circles around his eyes and a small tuft of beard at the corners of his mouth. Most of his hair had been shaved off and tied into a bun on top of his head with a red rope.

It is similar to the way Ah Si's head is shaved when he is one month old.

Wei Miao had read about the art of disguise in ancient books, which could change a person's appearance and form completely.

She felt that Wang Dongting was well versed in this. If it weren't for her excellent memory and full of details, even Brother Cai would probably not recognize his own boss.

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