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

Uncle Zeng Bao seemed to be amused by Lu Pingsheng's appearance, and he gathered his cloak and continued:

"Before being discovered, the underground party member who drank prostitute wine spent ten days in a row in a brothel. Guess why?"

"Why?" Lu Pingsheng raised his eyebrows, full of curiosity as a bystander.

Uncle Zeng rubbed his thumb and index finger together. "Of course it was because this guy named Gu Donglai did it on purpose! I heard it only took three hours from arrest to confession."

Lu Pingsheng's face was full of disdain, and he sneered, "I didn't expect that there are still such spineless people in the northwest."

Uncle Zeng Bao did not comment, and said slowly:

"The man who was killed at the dock, his real name was Luo Xiang, codename was Boatman, and he was the acting secretary of the underground special operations department. This was his first token of surrender."

There was a strange look in Lu Pingsheng's eyes, and he said jokingly with his lips curled:

"If the Japanese knew that Mr. Zeng knew everything about their powerful secret-keeping department, which they were so proud of, they would commit suicide by disembowelment."

Uncle Zeng Bao tilted his body slightly, suppressed the itch in his throat, and continued:

"After the boatman was arrested, he was tortured for a day until Gu Donglai showed up in person. The boatman was finally persuaded and said that he would meet at the dock today to meet an important mission. Mr. Lu happened to be present, so I don't need to tell you more about what happened next."

Lu Pingsheng frowned for a while before saying, "It seems that there are still some tough guys in the northwest."

Uncle Zeng Bao laughed, and then he started coughing. Lu Pingsheng handed him some tea, and he covered his mouth with a handkerchief and waved with the other hand.

After a while, the coughing stopped, and his eyes were filled with tears, which, reflected by the charcoal fire, looked like boiling water.

"I started taking medicine before I even learned to speak, and every winter was hard to get through."

When Lu Pingsheng heard his faint voice, a name flashed through his mind.

Sister Lin?

"After that person reported the news, he was shot by the reckless Japanese operatives. He is still being treated in the Japanese Army Hospital. His life or death is unknown."

Lu Pingsheng's eyes seemed to be attracted by the snow falling outside the window illuminated by the lights, and he said casually:

"Bones are tough, lives are tough too."

Uncle Zeng Bao laughed again. He always felt that the real person in front of him was not like what was recorded on the few pages of paper in his hands.

Greed, lust, selfishness, these are what he shows to the world and are also his protective coloration.

As a spy of the Party Affairs Investigation Office, he did not provide much intelligence, but sent a lot of money to Jinling.

Relying on sulfa drugs, he was able to thrive among the warlords, the Japanese Green Gang and the Gauls.

"Mr. Lu has been in Hong Kong for two months. Is everything going well?"

Lu Pingsheng smiled, "It's going very smoothly. I can have a prosperous new year."

He went to Hong Kong Island to deal with the fleet and set up a foreign trade company. For someone who could get first-hand intelligence from the Special High Technology Bureau, this was no secret at all.

It is better to admit it generously and openly.

"There was a small problem in the middle, so the arrival of the goods was delayed for a long time."

Uncle Zeng Bao said: "The goods selected by Mr. Lu's fleet are new and of excellent quality. Our mall has been competing for a long time, but the goods are still not enough."

When Lu Pingsheng heard this, he smiled brightly and said:

"What's the big deal? Brother Zeng, what do you want? Just give me the details and I'll deliver it to your door tomorrow."

Uncle Zeng Bao sat up straighter and said, "Thank you very much, Brother Lu."

Lu Pingsheng kept saying "you're welcome".

"I wonder if Brother Lu has heard about the Changping Cruise Incident?"

The Changping Cruise was the big ship that Lu Pingsheng and Wei Miao boarded in disguise.

Lu Pingsheng nodded, "I heard about it in Hong Kong Island. It's a pity. It costs millions of gold."

"It's one million tons of gold," Uncle Zeng Bao corrected.

Lu Pingsheng laughed, and with a hint of vulgarity on his handsome face, he asked:

"Mr. Zeng, can you tell me what happened next?"

Uncle Zeng Bao's hands, with distinct joints, were playing with the teacup, and he looked at Lu Pingsheng with an ambiguous gaze.

"Mr. Zeng, I know you have great connections, but this has nothing to do with me."

Uncle Zeng Bao withdrew his gaze. He certainly knew that this matter had nothing to do with Lu Pingsheng.

Not to mention that he was already in Hong Kong Island at that time. According to his confession, the gold had been kept in a closed room in the first-class cabin.

The gold disappeared, but the box was still there. Although one hundred tons of gold is not large in size, it requires a lot of manpower and resources to take it away without anyone noticing.

It is beyond human power to transport things out of the first-class cabin guarded by military police.

"I was also very surprised when I heard the story from my bank friends."

Seeing that he was eager to distance himself from the situation, Uncle Zeng Bao couldn't help but curl his thin lips.

No wonder the kid next door is willing to be with him. With such a handsome face, even if he does these actions, one can only describe him as cynical.

Unlike that idiot Zeng Baoyi, he is really disgusting.

"Murakami Kishisuke, who delivered the gold, could not stand the interrogation and swallowed the gold to commit suicide. Inoue Ichiaki had been under investigation for a long time, but he was cleared of suspicion for his meritorious service in arresting anti-Japanese elements some time ago. The final conclusion of the Military Police Investigation Department was that the Major of the Military Police coveted the imperial property and planned everything."

Lu Pingsheng was stunned after hearing this. "Can a major take such a big blame?"

Uncle Zeng Bao was in a good mood and explained to him: "The person in charge, Murakami Kishisuke, committed suicide, Inoue Kazuaki made contributions to the empire, and the young master of the Ito family is a treasure."

Seeing that Lu Pingsheng was hesitant to speak, Zeng Baoshu asked, "What do you think?"

Lu Pingsheng raised his eyebrows again and again before he said, "I heard that there was a fierce situation in the room that night?"

Uncle Zeng Bao had a strange look on his face. This kind of thing could not be kept secret at all. After all, if shots were fired on a cruise ship, the guards on the ship would definitely go and investigate.

Just at this moment, Xiao Qian knocked on the door. After getting Uncle Zeng Bao's permission, he brought in the bowl of medicine.

Lu Pingsheng also stood up and said goodbye.

When I walked to the door, I saw Huang Xiaoan kneeling on the ground under the eaves.

Lu Pingsheng did not stop, but stepped on the thick snow in the yard, making "crunching" and "crunching" sounds.

Xiao Qian went downstairs immediately and bent down to help Huang Xiaoan up. "The master told you to get up. It's snowing heavily, don't freeze your knees."

Huang Xiaoan stood up without saying a word, and Xiao Qian grumbled:

"What are you doing in the young master's study? The young master hates others entering his study and touching his things."

Huang Xiaoan turned around and went back to his room.

The dark room was cold, and his heart was even colder.

His godfather told him to come to Shanghai and seek refuge with the Wei family in Guihua Lane, so that at least he would have a way to survive and the relationship between father and son would not be in vain.

But his master told him to find Zeng's family in Guihua Lane, telling him that it was fake that he should follow his orders, and it was true that he was secretly monitoring them.

Before he left, his godfather gave him a serious warning:

"Troubled times are coming, only by living can there be hope."

The day he first arrived at Guihuali Alley, he stood in the middle of the alley, not knowing whether to go left or right.

The best you can do on the left is elusive power, and on the right is a stable life.

Huang Xiaoan rubbed his numb legs and said in a shrill voice:

"Huang Xiaoan, Huang Xiaoan, now that you have made your choice, don't regret it. One day..."