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

On Yanxi Road near the Municipal Hospital, there is a residential area surrounded by gardens, most of which are medieval-style houses.

It is said that it was once a garden of an official in the previous dynasty, and was later converted into a temporary residence by a warlord. After changing hands several times, it has now become the residence of the rich and powerful.

"Brother Lu, a cunning rabbit has three burrows, and yours has holes everywhere."

Wei Miao looked at the luxurious chandelier on the ceiling of the tall living room. It was no less beautiful than the chandelier in the lobby of HSBC Hotel that was worth hundreds of thousands of oceans.

Dr. White took off his white coat and sat on the leather sofa like a gentleman.

"Luca, if I were extremely wealthy, I would have lost my ideals long ago."

Wei Miao's eyes quickly swept across White's face, and then looked at Lu Pingsheng with a hint of uncertainty.

Lu Pingsheng took off his wig and nurse's uniform, reached out from his clothes, rummaged around in his chest, and threw the two white buns in his hand to Wei Miao.

"Let me introduce you to Brian White, a staunch international communist fighter."

Wei Miao's mouth twitched, he has such a wide network of contacts.

But when faced with the hand extended by Dr. White, Wei Miao put down the steamed bun in his hand and shook hands with Comrade White enthusiastically.

After some trouble, the three of them sat on the luxurious leather sofa.

"In the next two months, the injured Lu Pingsheng will recuperate in the ward of the municipal hospital," said Lu Pingsheng.

Dr. White shrugged, "I'll be your full-time doctor."

Wei Miao saw that the two of them were working in perfect harmony, "Then where is the real Mr. Lu?"

Dr. White looked at Lu Pingsheng who was about to speak and said, "Don't say it. I don't want to know. Or you can speak in dialect."

After speaking, meeting Wei Miao's clear eyes, White smiled somewhat restrainedly and said:

"He only paid me for helping him cheat."

Wei Miao understood that this person was a fellow traveler.

Lu Pingsheng lit a cigarette, leaned back on the sofa, and exhaled heavily as he blew out smoke rings.

"Ah Miao, I'll have to trouble you to run back and forth between home and the hospital for the next two months."

Dr. White smiled at Wei Miao and said, "Then we will see each other more often in the future."

Wei Miao discovered that this foreigner with a slicked-back hair really loved to laugh, and he looked very nice when he laughed.

But now is not the time to talk about this, she asked Lu Pingsheng, "Brother Yang said that you injured your thigh and hit the back of your head on the ground, and your appearance is completely ruined?"

Lu Pingsheng shook off the ashes from his cigarette and looked at the blue-eyed Dr. White.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, it was me who had dinner with Mr. He that day," Dr. White said.

Lu Pingsheng kicked his legs a little inelegantly and said complacently:

"That day I had blood sacs on three places on my body. The comrade who fired the gun continued to shoot as we had practiced before. I fell down in the way I had practiced countless times, and it was no problem to fool a reckless person who was scared silly by the gunshot."

You know, Comrade Boatman proposed this plan since he woke up.

Now that he is rich, this is a small scene for him.

If he hadn't spent two days looking for someone who was similar to him in both body shape and appearance, he wouldn't have gone through all this trouble during the New Year's Day.

Thinking of his comrades, the pride in Lu Pingsheng's eyes faded.

The comrade, whose name he did not even know now, smiled and said:

"Appearance is nothing. I'm a man and I don't rely on my face to make a living. It's just lying in bed without food or water. Isn't that too much of a luxury?"

White yawned and said, "You guys continue. I, the doctor who has been rescuing the patient for five hours, need to take a good rest."

The tall doctor walked towards the stairs with familiarity. As he raised his foot, he turned back and said to Lu Pingsheng on the sofa:

"Luca, I want authentic French food for dinner."

Lu Pingsheng made an "OK" gesture, indicating that he should go to rest.

After his back disappeared, Lu Pingsheng took Wei Miao into the study.

The European-style study is filled with books and antiques, demonstrating the owner's wealth and taste.

"Ah Miao, Ala may have to go to the northwest."

Wei Miaoshi was not surprised. Brother Lu would create such a big show during the New Year. He definitely didn't do this to catch He Fengqing, the "stupid" fish.

"The comrade on the hospital bed is me. He will be in a coma for at least two months."

Wei Miao waited quietly for Lu Pingsheng's next words.

"The open matters depend on you." Lu Pingsheng rubbed his temples. In fact, this was the step he least wanted to take.

There was nothing wrong with putting a young boy in public, but the fact that this person was Wei Miao made him hesitate.

There are personal emotional factors involved, but more importantly, he believes that Wei Miao is an opportunity to change history.

He firmly believed that the humiliating modern history of his country that he had studied would undergo major changes because of the little boy in front of him.

"Brother Lu, when will you release water into the reservoir?"

Wei Miao ignored his complicated look and talked about things that interested her.

Lu Pingsheng tacitly told Wei Miao about his plan slowly.

"During the Lantern Festival, the wealthy Jin family in Xiushui Town returned home to worship their ancestors. According to tradition, there would be a banquet and opera performances in Xiushui Town on that day..."

When Wei Miao heard the name Jin family, he remembered the Jin brothers and sisters he met the first time he took a boat in Xiushui Town.

The embroidered bag of the proud and beautiful Miss Jin is still in her box.

"Jin Yazhi was promoted to deputy director of the Shanghai Finance Bureau at the end of last year. He wanted to give money to the elders and fellow villagers. Adults received five dollars, children received three dollars, and even newborn babies received some."

Wei Miao looked at Brother Lu's tired face and asked, "Did you pay for it?"

Lu Pingsheng looked at her and said, "Not much money."

Jin Yazhi became the deputy director of the Finance Bureau at a young age, and there were many people who flattered him. After the people he placed around Jin Yazhi did some work, some Nanyang businessmen who sought asylum would give him face in this way.

"The Jin family's ancestral hall was built on the top of a mountain, where the terrain is high. The stage was built on even higher terrain. If someone was present that night, no one would be killed after the flood was released." Wei Miao said.

Now it is February 37, 2, and he is determined to get the supplies in the Badaowan warehouse. Even if he can't get them, he will destroy them.

This time, these things must not exist to harm his compatriots.

The Japanese frequently sent reinforcements to Kanto and along the coast, and the sense of urgency forced him to make a decision.

If the reservoir releases floodwater, Xiushui Town will definitely not be able to be saved. The only thing he can do is to try his best to protect lives.

Thinking of the words from his previous life, "It may hurt harmony among people, but it will not hurt the republic," he smiled helplessly.

"Apart from stabilizing your situation, what else do I need to do?" Wei Miao asked.

Wei Miao could feel the importance of this matter to Brother Lu.

Anyway, people like Zeng Baoshu and Bai Meigui knew how closely she and Lu Pingsheng were tied together.

"As for the shipping, given my friendship with Durand, he should be able to hold out for two months. If there are more, I'm afraid that he, a nephew of a consul, won't be able to hold out."

Wei Miao nodded, "Where are your parents and family?"

Lu Pingsheng thought of his parents. "It's okay. They will go home to worship their ancestors. My uncle will comfort him."

Wei Miao thought of Lu Pingsheng's uncle, an antique dealer who had no moral principles and was only interested in fame.

I don't know what conditions I had to set to make people willing to help.

Lu Pingsheng raised his hand to check the time, "Ah Miao, you should go back to the hospital."

"Brother Lu, I see that you look very good, but I'm afraid your acting skills are not good enough." Wei Miao looked innocent.

Lu Pingsheng looked at her with a half-smile and pointed at the pile of various documents on the desk.

"See? This is your job for the next two months."

Seeing Wei Miao's calm expression, Lu Pingsheng added, "It's like this every day."

Seeing the little boy's grinning expression, his mood finally improved for a moment.