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

Wei Miao had no intention of paying attention to the undercurrents of emotion among the adults.

She shook her hands and turned around, and saw a young man not far behind her, smiling brightly at him in the sun.

"Nanjing brother."

Little Nanjing was not wearing a police uniform today. The heavy woolen windbreaker did not suppress his height, but made him look taller.

"Look what this is?" Little Nanjing picked up the bag in his hand and saw the surprise in Wei Miao's eyes as he wished.

"Wan San Pig's Trotter."

This was the most delicious thing she had ever eaten before Wei A Da started making braised food.

On her birthday when she first arrived, she was extremely hungry and often went out to look for a living.

The flower-buying business was soon imitated, and not only did she fail to sell the flowers in her hands, she was also caught and spanked for failing to evade the police.

Hunger and frustration made her depressed. She wandered outside the alley for a long time before she walked home dejectedly.

Under the dim street lights, a teenage boy named Xiao Nanjing suddenly appeared and awkwardly stuffed an oil-paper bag into her arms. "Thank you."

Seeing his flushed cheeks, Wei Miao remembered that this young man who had just moved in was the one who came to him a few days ago with a group of Sanguang Code to ask for protection money, but was pulled by Wei Ada's ears and sent to find his parents.

Wei Miao rubbed his still sore buttocks and smelled the scent of meat in his arms, "What is this?"

Little Nanjing swallowed his saliva and said, "Wansan pig's trotters are delicious."

Wei Miao also swallowed his saliva, "Have you eaten it?"

Little Nanjing shook his head. He had never eaten this before. This was something he bought with stolen money from his father. As money was limited, he bought the smallest one.

The two men sat under the dim street lights, enduring the mosquito bites, ignoring the hungry stray dogs and cats in the dark, and ate with their mouths full of oil.

After Wei Miao finished eating, he patted his belly like a little adult and said to Little Nanjing:

"Don't worry, I haven't told your father about your affairs. This is our secret."

Now, several years have passed, and the once unattainable "Wansan Pig's Trotter" is now placed in front of us.

Wei Miao handed him chopsticks, "Brother Nanjing, would you like to drink?"

Xiao Nanjing can actually drink, but he has a rare day off today, and Wei Miao happens to be there too, so he has a lot to say.

"My father said I'm growing up and should drink less."

Wei Miao looked at his slender figure with envy and a little regret. In Brother Lu's wine cabinet there were two bottles of red wine which were said to be very valuable, and she had been craving for them for a long time.

"My father said that you are busy every day."

Little Nanjing has become much more mature and stable after gaining experience outside.

Wei Miao pointed at the paper forms on the coffee table and complained, "The capitalists are accumulating wealth."

Little Nanjing smiled with his white teeth, and the news that Lu Pingsheng bought the house at a high price spread throughout the area.

"When I first arrived, Uncle Zhu asked me about the housing prices in the concession, and after listening to me, he muttered that he would sell the house to Brother Lu."

Wei Miao took a bite of the soft and glutinous pig's trotter and felt much better.

"Brother Nanjing, I heard that there are always people missing on the streets nowadays. Is there any such thing in the area under your jurisdiction?"

Little Nanjing’s youthful smile disappeared, and he lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Xiao Nanjing was not surprised that Wei Miao knew all this, because most of the missing were middle-aged Chinese people, and major newspapers had already started reporting on it, with several of them clearly pointing the finger at the Japanese.

"Ah Miao, if, if, you knew about this kind of thing, what would you do?"

There was entanglement and confusion in the boy's clear eyes.

Wei Miao puffed up his cheeks, swallowed the delicious food, and said seriously:

"You know?"

Little Nanjing put down his chopsticks and remained silent for a while before he seemed to have made up his mind to speak.

When I looked up, I saw the young man opposite me gnawing on the bone of his elbow, looking very greedy.

"How many days have you not eaten?" He laughed again.

Wei Miao said vaguely: "I have to finish eating quickly, otherwise I'm afraid I won't have an appetite after you say that."

Xiao Nanjing had no choice but to wait quietly for her to finish eating and wash her hands and face. Then they moved to the sofa and he told her the story.

"A few days ago, Mr. George gave me a task to secretly transport the prisoners held in the police station to the dock. I only needed strong laborers."

If Xiao Nanjing hadn't mentioned it, Wei Miao almost forgot that the treasure map of Badaowan was not only written by the Japanese.

The eldest son of the police chief of the International Settlement, the tomb robber George was also involved.

There is also Wells, the American who took out the treasure map.

"Have all the people been taken away?" Wei Miao asked.

Little Nanjing shook his head. "Because of the intense newspaper reports, Mr. George asked me to hold off until the Spring Festival."

He was barely twenty years old, and had managed to establish himself in the police station, and everyone knew that he was Mr. George's man.

Mr. George obviously regarded him as his confidant and entrusted him with many private matters.

"Then let's wait until after the Spring Festival?" Wei Miao suggested.

Although Brother Lu did not tell her the specific plan, she felt that Brother Lu and his team also wanted to take action around the Spring Festival.

The man who could only drink medicine after listening to slogans may have been busy for more than two months.

Believe that their plan will succeed.

Seeing her innocent look, Little Nanjing smiled and agreed, "Then let's talk about it after the New Year."

Wei Miao pestered him to tell him some interesting stories about the International Settlement, and he laughed out loud.

It was as if the two of them had returned to the carefree and tacit time they had in the past.

After seeing off Little Nanjing, Wei Miao received a call from Xu Ayu.

"Ah Miao, tomorrow is New Year's Eve. Can't you go home?"

Xu Ayu's tone was expectant.

Wei Miao naturally couldn't go home, as all kinds of people gathered in this alley.

She couldn't leave until she figured out the intentions of all parties.

At least she had to keep it until Eiichi Takahashi fell ill.

"There are so many things~"

Xu Ayu felt distressed and helpless, turned around and yelled at Wei Ling and the others who were huddled nearby and listening to the phone:

"I go to school and study all day long, and I can't help my brother at all."

Wei Ling was unconvinced and said, "Ala said to cook for Big Brother, you didn't allow it!"

Wei Ran also said, "Ala is good at math and can help big brother sort out the list..."

Wei Li begged Xu Ayu, "Grandma, do you want our help, big brother? I learn very quickly."

Wei Ping went straight to hug her legs, "Ah Miao, Ala can also help Da Guo..."

When Wei Miao heard the noise on the other end of the phone, he was shocked to realize that even when he came back, he didn't spend any time with them in the past few months.

I still don’t have time to care about and implement the problems I worried about in the past.

I wonder if A-Ling is always scolded by her mother, and A-Ran still longs for her mother's love. Is A-Li's mentality stable? . .

"Mom, tell them that after I'm done with my work, I'll take them to Brother Lu's house to see the lions."

Before Xu Ayu could speak, cheers came from the other end of the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Wei Miao felt warm in his heart.

The human race is indeed very different from lions.

"Meow~"

Ali seemed to know what she was thinking and rubbed her trouser legs to act coquettishly.

Wei Miao was just about to bend down to hug him when the phone rang again.

"A Miao?" The voice on the other end of the phone was as gentle as jade.

"Mr. Zeng." Wei Miao naturally recognized his voice.

Amid the crackling sound of the electric current, his chuckle sounded a little distorted.

"I heard from your mother that you are so busy every day that you don't have time to go home for the New Year."

"I have no choice." People mentioned it one after another, and Wei Miao also felt that he should go home for the New Year.