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

Lu Pingsheng naturally did not tell Wei Miao that White was a comrade of the International Communist Party.

The plan he designed to get injured seemed comprehensive, but it was actually full of loopholes. If Lu Shaojie's father denied it in public, he would arouse suspicion, especially to Yukiko Matsui and Kazuaki Inoue who were secretly investigating him.

As for the evidence, the spy agency's suspicion is the evidence.

Now that he is seriously injured, the Aso family is probably thinking about how to erode his shipping shares, and it is good enough that they don't add insult to injury.

After all, a useless person lying in bed is of no use.

Even if the person lying on the bed is fake, it will become real. How can the Aso family be involved with anti-Japanese elements?

White is the most crucial person and the one who can no longer stay in Shanghai.

He and White agreed that after the mission was completed, he would go to the northwest to train medical soldiers in the rear.

White agreed very readily and was even eager to try. The only requirement was that his fees be paid annually.

The price was very expensive for Northwest, but for his medical skills, it was very reasonable, even cheap.

After sending White away, Lupin only had one hidden danger to be eliminated.

He was very conflicted about Xu Manhua. Before he was injured, he had not received a reply from Jinling, which made him very passive.

Wei Miao saw him lost in thought, stood up, brushed off the non-existent dust on his body, and walked towards the stairs yawning.

She went without food or water for three days and three nights, but she kept waving her arms. Fortunately, she had her favorite gold bars for support. When she was too tired, she switched hands, which made her feel half as relieved.

When she was changing hands, the other side sent another signal, and she had to find time to record it.

After I came back, I saw the telegram translated by Brother Lu. He was probably asking, has the comrade who sent the message been replaced?

Wei Miao curled his lips and said, the comrade didn’t change, but his hands changed!

Now that the mission is completed, she just wants to eat a stack of scallion pancakes, ten bowls of lard wontons, and then have a good sleep.

As for the subsequent messy work that Brother Lu mentioned, let’s put it aside for now.

Thinking about the huge sum of money he had just received, Wei Miao happily came out of Lu Pingsheng's room and sat on the sofa in the living room. He raised his eyes and saw Yang Qiushi talking to someone outside at the gate of the courtyard.

After a while, Yang Qiushi closed the gate and came in. Seeing Wei Miao's sleepy head nodding, he felt both distressed and amused.

"Ah Miao, there are a man and a woman outside the door. They say they are Mr. Rong's relatives and are here to collect his belongings."

Wei Miao, who was feeling very sleepy, woke up immediately when he heard Mr. Rong.

"Mr. Rong's family?"

Yang Qiushi nodded, "He said he received a telegram and came all the way from his hometown."

Does Takahashi Eiichi still have relatives?

Is it the people from Inoue Mansion or the ones who took the radio that night?

Wei Miao stood up and walked out of the courtyard gate. After opening it, he saw a man and a woman at the door.

Both of them were dressed neatly and decently. The man was about 30 years old, with ordinary looks and a solemn expression. The woman next to him was older, probably in her 50s, and her eyes were red, as if she was very sad.

The expressions of these two people are very consistent with the state of losing a loved one.

But Wei Miao is very sensitive to emotions, and his superficial sadness is hard for others to empathize with.

"Are you the landlord?" The middle-aged man asked in a surprised tone, but there was no surprise in his eyes.

Another poor actor, Wei Miao commented in his mind, "The landlord is sick and bedridden, but he can also handle related matters."

This is a well-known fact and there is no need to hide it.

The woman stared at Wei Miao with her red eyes and shouted:

"You have to pay for my brother's life. We have been looking for him for years. We finally got a message, but it turned out that the old man sent the young man away."

The woman was so sad that she fell into the man's arms and sobbed.

"He was renting your house and it was burned to death. I will see my smart and filial brother in a few days. My 70-year-old mother is still waiting for him to return home. You must give us an explanation today..."

When the woman finished speaking, a hint of greed flashed in her eyes, without any trace of sadness for losing her brother.

Wei Miao was not afraid and took out a piece of paper with an official seal from his bag.

"You came at the perfect time. Your brother rented my house and played with fire, burning the whole yard to ashes. The fire department was fined, and the police department was involved. Even if we rebuild the house and buy furniture, it will cost 1,690 dollars. Who will pay for it?"

The woman who was about to throw a tantrum choked. The man glared at her unhappily and said to Wei Miao with an apologetic smile:

"Little brother, that's not how you settle accounts. As the old saying goes, the dead are the greatest. No matter what, my brother is still alive."

Wei Miao despised him in his heart, but sighed, "Mr. Rong is a very good person. There is no one in the alley who doesn't like him. Although good people don't live long, the King of Hell can't stop people who play with fire in the middle of the night..."

Wei Miao said this as he handed the fire report from the fire department to the middle-aged man.

Written in black and white on the paper was the cause of the fire: the incense burner was overturned, the scattered papers were ignited, and were blown away by the cold wind...

The middle-aged man had a gloomy expression on his face. The report was written in great detail, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

When did such a responsible and capable person appear in an inconspicuous small department in the Republic of China?

He secretly memorized the signature of the person in charge of the report, covered his face and said sadly:

"After the September 18 Incident, we lost contact with my brother. We came to Shanghai a few days ago. If we hadn't seen the notice in the newspaper, we wouldn't have known that he had died."

Wei Miao was tired, and seeing that some neighbors were stopping to watch, he was too lazy to act with them, so he said slowly:

"Mr. Rong is a decent and good man. It's very difficult for us if he gets into an accident. If you two come to collect his belongings, I will welcome you. If you come to blackmail me, then we can both go through the normal channels, okay?"

After hearing this, the neighbors naturally supported Wei Miao.

Although Mr. Rong is a good man, there are many good people in this world. If they don't help a good man like Mr. Lu who saved the lives of their entire alley, how can they help outsiders?

"That's right, A Miao Nong, be careful. There are so many scammers these days. They say they are Mr. Rong's brother or sister. How can you prove it?"

"That's right. Allah sees that they are not sad. They don't even ask where their brother's body is when they meet. They actually ask you to pay for it?"

"Oh, you'd better report to the patrol room. If you pretend to be a relative, you will have to wait in the patrol room."

While a few people were chattering, they saw a patrolman leading some people over behind them.

The patrol chief saw Wei Miao and trotted forward, smiling flatteringly, "Hey, Brother Wei, what's wrong?"

Don't hit a smiling person. This man suffered a loss that night, and he bent over and apologized early the next morning. It shows that he is adaptable.

A righteous and rough man can be offended, but a patient and tolerant villain must be allowed to escape punishment for the sake of face.

"You came at the right time. These two said they were Mr. Rong's relatives and came to collect his belongings. Everyone is questioning their identities?"

Upon hearing this, the patrol chief quickly pulled out a certificate from his pocket and said, "I came here for this matter. The two of them left in a hurry after hearing the news of their brother's death, so they didn't bring the certificate with them."

Wei Miao looked at the paper in his hand, and smiled at the neighbors who looked uncomfortable because of the patrolman's arrival:

"Now we are relieved, otherwise we would be worried that Mr. Rong's spirit in heaven would not rest in peace."