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

Brother Sheng looked at Aunt Pan who was carrying food, and then looked at Wei Miao who was standing at the door.

Suddenly I felt that this girl, if you look at the lower half of her face, looks no worse than A Liu.

He has fair skin and can speak Japanese, what a pity.

"Aunt Pan, let Yadan serve the food."

Aunt Pan was in torment, and was slightly stunned when she heard Ah Sheng's words.

"Yadan can understand Japanese. Maybe he can help A-Liu at a critical moment."

Aunt Pan, who was originally reluctant, actually gave the tray to Wei Miao after hearing this.

"Duck eggs..."

Before she could finish her words, she choked up.

When A Liu saw his grandmother crying, his eyes turned red again.

A Sheng quickly pulled A Liu's hand and caught up with Yamazaki in three or two steps.

He suddenly realized that maybe the Japanese were not stingy, but just had a language barrier.

If there is someone who can speak Japanese, maybe I can meet that noble person.

What if you really see it, and you are chattering away while I am just babbling?

Not only will you not be able to obtain unprecedented wealth, you might even be despised by the person you respect.

The group carried the food to another level, and Wei Miao knew that they had arrived at the upper deck.

The superior deck layout flashed through her mind. From the bow to the rear were the public cabins, the public spaces, the large first-class suite, and the grand staircase where she was standing now.

Behind him is the first-class reception room and the first-class dining room, and at the stern are the second-class cabins.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

The white gate was knocked on by the soldiers guarding it.

"Come in." The voice inside was a little hoarse.

Yamazaki looked at the innocent Liu. Apart from a little bit of uneasiness on her face, there was nothing unusual.

Wei Miao next to him was even more submissive. Just when he was hesitating whether to cover her cheek to avoid scaring the old man Murakami.

The door has been pushed open.

Although Wei Miao lowered his eyes, he was shocked in his heart. The wealth here was as rich as a treasury.

Since getting on board, Wei Miao could vaguely feel the wealth.

Lu Pingsheng told her that the gold was kept in a private warehouse at the bottom of the ship and there was only one key, which was in the hands of Murakami Kansuke, an official from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs who escorted the gold this time.

So she looked for an opportunity to leave the warehouse, and came across A Liu's incident, hoping to take advantage of the situation to get the key.

Now it seems that all these things are in this suite.

Wei Miao used great self-control to prevent his eyes from glancing at a door.

But with his eyes lowered, he could still see two pairs of footsteps approaching the door.

Obviously, he was there specifically to guard the gate.

Wei Miao felt a little melancholy. If this happened, all her plans would be overturned.

Although my mind was constantly racing, I kept walking forward.

With his eyes lowered, he saw three people kneeling around a small table.

The man at the top was in his forties. He was thin and looked quite gentle, but his brown eyes were a little cold.

Isn’t the guy on the left with a pale complexion and a long face Kazuaki Inoue, whom I met once?

At this moment, the man's hawk-like eyes slid over her. Wei Miao pretended to be afraid and shook her legs.

Perhaps this action pleased Inoue Kazuaki, and he actually withdrew his gaze indifferently.

The young man on the right is dressed in a suit and tie, with a hint of arrogance in his slender eyes and eyebrows. He doesn't look like someone who is easy to get along with.

Wei Miao put down the beautifully presented sashimi politely.

Yamazaki-kun looked at the individual servings of tableware and food, kicked Ah Sheng, and after he left, he quickly said:

"Sir, I have sent someone to get the cutlery."

He cursed his subordinates in his heart for their poor performance. There were two more people in the room, but he didn't even bother to tell him.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, otherwise he would have embarrassed himself in front of this group of elites and been laughed at again.

The gentle middle-aged man nodded at him calmly and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Yamazaki!"

After saying that, he waved to A Liu who was standing there timidly, "You, come here."

Although the Chinese was awkward, A Liu understood it.

A Liu felt that although he was smiling at him, his eyes were very scary, so he stood there without daring to move.

After Wei Miao arranged the food, he prepared to get up and leave.

"Duck Egg, don't go."

Ah Liu remembered what her grandma told her and was about to go forward obediently.

But when she saw Wei Miao was about to go out, she suddenly felt fear in her heart and grabbed the corner of Wei Miao's clothes to prevent him from leaving.

She had a timid expression and a soft voice, and her youthful and thin appearance made Murakami very satisfied.

As she moved, her eyes fell on Wei Miao, who had kept his head down since entering the room.

"You, raise your head!"

Wei Miao did not raise his head, but lowered his head even lower, his body trembling slightly.

Murakami saw the little person curled up in a ball, shaking like a poor cat, and his throat tightened.

His eyes gleamed with amusement, and he was about to open his mouth to give another order, but Yamazaki hurried forward and whispered a few words in his ear.

Murakami's originally playful look now showed a hint of curiosity.

"Raise your head." This time he spoke in Japanese.

Although Wei Miao's body was still shaking, he still obediently raised his head slowly.

She knew that her eyes were beautiful and innocent. When her long eyelashes blinked, they looked like feather fans. When she looked at people, she looked clear and thorough, with curiosity.

Murakami Anjie just looked into her eyes, his heart trembling slightly, but when he saw the scars and big moles on Wei Miao's face, he felt the heat dissipate.

It was indeed a bit ugly, so he quickly turned his attention to A Liu who was wearing a dress.

Seeing her timidly pulling at Wei Miao's clothes, a piece of white skin was revealed under the thin coat.

The anger that Murakami Kishisuke had just suppressed suddenly flared up again.

"Then just keep them all."

Ah Liu's joy was visibly evident to his eyes, and Wei Miao rolled his eyes in his heart.

Brother Lu said that the beauty trap may seem simple, but it is actually very difficult. It seems to be selling sex, but it is actually attacking the heart.

Wei Miao had sneered at first, but now he saw that this man was horny and was indeed a bit desperate.

Wei Miao was very well-behaved. He took A Liu and knelt half a step behind Murakami.

A Liu followed suit and was less nervous.

The sinister young man opposite Inoue Kazuhiro seemed to know Murakami's habit and didn't mind.

But looking at Wei Miao's ugly face, it is hard to tell what he is thinking.

A moment later, there was another knock on the door.

Yamazaki personally brought over a tray with tableware and an extra portion of sashimi. Wei Miao stood up and took it, carefully placing it.

Inoue Kazuaki looked at her fair palm and turned it around. He was about to speak when he heard Murakami Kishisuke say:

"Yamazaki-kun, you've been busy tonight, so please sit down and have a drink with me. You two are young and have a lot to talk about."

Taro Yamazaki was flattered and wanted to decline, but when his eyes fell on the young man, he changed his mind.

This man is the nephew of the Ito family in the cabinet. Even if they are not related, the fact that they had a drink together is enough for him to brag about for a long time.

Seeing that they were all ready, Wei Miao quickly opened the sake and filled everyone's glass.