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

The extremely comfortable environment will make people forget the passage of time.

In the luxurious cabin, Wei Miao was eating a ham sandwich with relish.

"Brother Lu, what are Mrs. Kudo and the others doing in Hong Kong Island?"

Wei Miao tried his best to ignore the sharp cursing coming from the woman in the next cabin.

"Remember the foreign doctor I found for Dalang?"

Wei Miao thought about it, like a doctor treating mental illness.

"To treat Dalang?"

Lu Pingsheng put his legs on the solid wood desk, leaned back slightly, and said:

"Give it to herself."

Wei Miao looked at Lu Pingsheng suspiciously, "Are you investigating her?"

Lu Pingsheng raised the corner of his mouth and denied: "Don't talk nonsense, I didn't."

Wei Miao looked like he didn't believe you.

She even suspected that Lu Pingsheng had deliberately chosen to stay in a luxurious first-class cabin this time.

After all, Brother Lu, who is generous to others, always complains to him about how much food, cotton and medicine he can buy with one hundred yuan.

Would he spend hundreds of dollars to stay in a luxury cabin?

Wei Miao took a sip of the iced orange soda and continued to ask:

"I think Mrs. Kudo seems to be very traumatized and filled with hatred."

Lu Pingsheng straightened up slightly, with a strange light in his eyes, and said lightly:

"is it?"

Wei Miao felt that Lu Pingsheng was very strange, "What do you want to do?"

Lu Pingsheng tapped his thigh with his fingers and whispered:

"Tell me, if the family of the commander of the gendarmerie killed the mistress of the French consul, would it be a serious diplomatic incident?"

Wei Miao swallowed the smoky sandwich in his mouth and said, "Then Mr. Durand may be troubled for a few days."

Lu Pingsheng sneered with indifference to human life. His handsome face flickered under the swaying chandelier, making him look like a villain.

Wei Miao felt nothing and just buried his head in eating.

In the next cabin, Kudo Taro was sitting quietly and eating in a serious manner.

My ears were filled with my mother's slightly neurotic words.

"Lusang, it would be great if he wasn't a candlestick man?"

"Da Lang, when you see your uncle this time, you must ask him to send you to a special school. Only there can you quickly grow into someone as outstanding as your father."

Kudo Taro put down his chopsticks and nodded respectfully, "Hi!"

Looking at her son's well-behaved and obedient appearance, Tomoko Yamashita felt relieved but also heartbroken.

The child she held in her hands must now grow up.

"Da Lang, I'll let Aizi accompany you."

She covered her chest and spoke softly.

Kudo Dalang raised his dark eyes and glanced at his mother, then nodded respectfully and said:

"Thank you mother!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the woman who had been as gentle as a loving mother just now suddenly rushed towards him like a madman.

In an instant he was pinned to the ground, the skinny hands on his neck kept exerting force, and the woman let out a beast-like roar.

"You useless bastard, why don't you have any emotional fluctuations towards your parents, but you care so much about a candlestick woman."

"You are not my son, you are a devil, you are a devil!"

Kudo Taro seemed to have gotten used to this kind of scene. He looked up at the chandelier on the top of the cabin that was swaying slightly, feeling his neck tightening, the air he could breathe getting less and less, and the groggy feeling in his head intoxicated him. . .

Suddenly, the skinny hands on his neck loosened, and his mother looked at her hands in horror, as if she had seen a monster.

She nervously held the child with empty eyes in her arms and said "I'm sorry" over and over again.

The cruise ship arrived at the Shanghai port on the afternoon of the fourth day.

The top deck has an excellent view and you can see the busy scene at the dock from afar.

Just looking at the picture seems to be able to hear the familiar voice.

When the ship approached the dock, Wei Miao was happily pointing at a stall selling osmanthus cakes on the Bund and said:

"Brother Lu, I wanted to eat his sweet-scented osmanthus cake as soon as I got off the boat."

Lu Pingsheng straightened his white suit and re-tied the red scarf around his neck.

Wei Miao looked at him and said, "You are so charming and suave, but there are no women who appreciate you. Why bother?"

Lu Pingsheng tapped her newly-cut head and said happily:

"This is called respectability, respectability, you know?"

After saying that, he saw Wei Miao covering his forehead and glaring at him accusingly, but he put his hands in his pockets, whistling happily, looking like a very happy mood.

Fortunately, since she would see her family soon, Wei Miao felt very good and didn't bother with him.

While the two were talking, a military policeman came up on deck and gently knocked on Mrs. Kudo's cabin door.

"Lu Sang, Wei Sang, let's leave first and meet again another day!"

Mrs. Kudo was still wearing a kimono today. The winter in Shanghai was a bit colder than that in Hong Kong Island, and her cheeks soon turned a little red in the cold wind.

"Hey! Take care." Lu Pingsheng bent over and hunched his back, being more respectful than these gendarmes.

After they got off the deck and disappeared, Wei Miao tugged at his clothes and reminded him:

"People are gone."

Without looking up, Lu Pingsheng said loudly: "I want to send off the widow of the imperial hero in my own way..."

Wei Miao: ...

The two men tipped the crew and got off the boat carrying their bags.

"You are quite famous in Shanghai, why didn't anyone come to pick you up?"

Lu Pingsheng looked around and was about to speak when he heard someone shouting in the crowded crowd:

"Wind, wind, wind!"

It was just three simple words, but they were shouted out at the top of their lungs.

Wei Miao looked over curiously in the direction of the sound.

"boom!"

After a gunshot, some people screamed and some cursed.

Lu Pingsheng grabbed Wei Miao and trotted towards the car on the side of the road.

"Ah Miao, don't come out of the car."

Wei Miao was stuck in the car and faced Yang Qiushi's dark and honest face.

"Brother Yang." Wei Miao called out.

Yang Qiushi agreed casually and turned to look out the window to follow Lu Pingsheng's back.

"Someone was shot." Wei Miao explained to him.

"Many people die at this dock every day, otherwise the fish in the Huangpu River won't get used to it."

Yang Qiushi spoke sullenly, obviously he had seen more things like this than Wei Miao.

Shanghai was in chaos, as if all the forces in the world were madly pouring into this modern and fashionable gold-consuming den.

Everyone wants to live a good life.

Lu Pingsheng, whose red scarf had disappeared from his neck, was standing among the crowd watching the excitement, his fists clenched tightly.

His eyes searched the crowd, and rows of fonts appeared before him.

After more than a dozen 'Special High Technology Operations Teams' passed by, they finally landed on the man lying on the ground.

"The Chinese Communist Party's Special Operations Department, boatman."

Lu Pingsheng looked through the gaps in the crowd and suddenly saw the Special High Technology Technology people carrying the boatman onto a stretcher. The dripping blood seemed to be beating on his heart.

Historically, this boatman comrade died in the winter of this year.

The only difference is that this winter Comrade Boatman died for him.