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

When I went out, I saw Xu Ayu holding a basin and towel filled with blood, with a worried look on his face.

"What's wrong with this guy, Ahri? Ah Ran used to love him very much, why did he turn his back on me now?"

While muttering, he looked up and saw Wei Miao coming out of the study.

"Ah Miao, talk to Ah Li, don't always bully Ah Ran alone..."

Halfway through his words, he saw Lu Pingsheng and said in surprise:

"Mr. Lu, are you back?"

Lu Pingsheng smiled brightly, "Aunt Ayu, Ala has been back for several days, and I just came to visit today."

While they were greeting each other the other day, Wei Miao entered Wei Ran's room.

Seeing his arms being hugged, he said helplessly, "Do you know what you are doing?"

Wei Ran turned his head to look at Wei Miao, and said with red eyes: "Brother is finally willing to pay attention to me?"

"You cry like your mother..."

After Wei Miao finished speaking, he felt Wei Ran's resentful gaze and suddenly felt regretful.

"Aran, how about sending Nong to Hong Kong Island? Or the United States, or France?"

This is the best solution Wei Miao could think of.

Brother Lu was able to study in France on his own at the age of twelve. Wei Ran is about the same age now, so he has no problem studying on his own.

Wei Ran looked into his elder brother's eyes that could see through everything and remained silent for a long time.

Wei Miao did not force him, "Think about it carefully, and I will give you the answer when Ala returns."

As the door closed, the room fell into darkness.

Wei Ran's tears finally fell, and then he thought of his elder brother's words and bit his lips tightly again.

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French Concession, Milu Road, the former French military base.

Durand was wearing a handsome uniform, tall and long-legged, and waved at the approaching black car with shining blue eyes.

Wei Miao was sitting in the car, looking through the glass at the big guy behind Durand with eyes full of amazement.

"Brother Lu, how did you get this plane?"

Lu Pingsheng looked at the pretty girl in the passenger seat and suppressed the words "Money makes the world go round."

"I watched an air show in Paris that year and was quite shocked. A few days ago, when I was in Hong Kong Island, I had a good chat with Eric from the Governor's Office. He felt that Shanghai and Hong Kong Island were not as prosperous as Paris, and they could also hold air shows."

Liu Xiafei has curved eyebrows and has the gentle beauty of an oriental woman when she smiles. "I also watched the flight show that year. I spent a huge amount of money to study in a flight school and obtained a pilot's license."

Lu Pingsheng said with a hint of regret: "Two years ago, you held a flying show in Shanghai. I was out of town and didn't get to see your heroic presence in person. I still regret it to this day."

Wei Miao put his hand under his nose, lowered his eyes and coughed lightly, afraid that he would not be able to help but pout and let the beauty see it.

Lu Pingsheng raised his eyes and glared at her in the rearview mirror.

After getting off the car, Lu Pingsheng enthusiastically went forward and hugged his good friend Durand.

Liu Xiafei, however, looked at the fighter jet in front of her with great interest.

Most of the planes she flew in the flight school were ordinary planes, and the ones she flew on a daily basis were light aircraft for performance purposes.

This was her first time to have close contact with such a heavy fighter. Although the weapons and artillery had been removed, the solemn and murderous feeling that came over her made her blood boil.

Wei Miao was small in stature, and looked even thinner standing in front of the steel plane. The model, accessories, and public parameters of the fighter plane appeared in her mind, as well as various intelligence data that Lu Pingsheng had bought with money.

After checking one by one, Wei Miao couldn't help but sigh that in this world, money really can make the world go round.

The fighter jet that Brother Lu got has the best overall performance on the market among major airlines.

But in order to achieve the parameters given to her by Brother Lu, she would probably have to break it all down and reassemble it. In the end, this iron thing that cost more than 200,000 yuan would probably become a pile of scrap metal.

More than 200,000 yuan, if exchanged for gold, can be used to satisfy her hunger!

"Luka, we have completed the task you asked us to do. Although the Americans are very greedy, they really get the job done."

As Durand spoke, his eyes were fixed on Liu Xiafei who was looking at the plane.

The girl in front of him was heroic and tall, different from all the oriental girls he knew.

"Thank you, I'll treat you later..."

Durand waved his hand, "No, no, just introduce the beauty to me."

Seeing Durand's obscene expression, Lu Pingsheng punched his chest and warned him, "Don't try to get close to her."

Durand saw that Lu Pingsheng was speaking seriously, and while feeling sorry for him, he complained to Lu Pingsheng:

"We have retired aircraft in our army. If you want them, I can get you four for the same price."

Lu Pingsheng showed no disdain on his face. "Durand, you are my best friend. Do you have the heart to let me fly your old, dusty iron lump into the sky and see God?"

Durand shrugged and said, "Well, compared to the rapidly developing industrial countries such as the United States, Germany, the Soviet Union and Japan, their aircraft are far behind in terms of performance and design."

"Luca, why do you want to play with airplanes?"

Durand was a navy man and had no interest in airplanes. He always felt that two iron wings were not safe in the air.

This is indeed the case. The requirements for air force pilots are high and difficult to train. If something happens, no one can survive.

"Do you remember when we watched the air show in Paris?" Lu Pingsheng asked casually.

Durand certainly remembered that the pilots performing various maneuvers in the sky were truly eye-opening.

But when he learned the ticket price to watch the air show, he felt that the show was nothing special.

Lu Pingsheng didn't know what he was thinking about, so he continued:

"I know Eric from the Governor's Office on Hong Kong Island. He wants to form an aerobatic team."

Durand's eyes sparkled. "So that's why you spent a huge sum of money to rent this place?"

Lu Pingsheng shrugged. This was the best way he could think of to make contact with the plane.

With the share reshuffle and the successful sale of the shipping goods, he had considerable assets in his hands. He directly exchanged the secret passage gold with A Miao and spent most of it.

"Luca, take me with you?" Durand excitedly.

His eyes lit up just thinking about the tickets for the air show.

Lu Pingsheng shrugged like him and pointed at the plane in front of him. "This is more expensive than shipping, and it also requires a lot of investment."

Speaking of money, Durand instantly became depressed, as he had no money. To redeem the cargo, he had to borrow money from the bank, and he would have to pay it back after the cargo was sold.

For this reason, he jumped off the building and had no money to buy spare parts to repair his Cadillac which was dented by the Japanese.

"Luca!" Durand looked at Lu Pingsheng pitifully.

After Lu Pingsheng had enough control, he cleared his throat and said:

"It's not impossible. France is still the boss in Shanghai. Uncle Nong is the undisputed king. If you help me purchase different models of aircraft from other countries, I will give you a commission or a share?"

Durand, who had done it once, had no psychological burden and patted his chest to assure:

"Luka, my brother, don't worry. As long as the money is in place, you can see everything you want in half a month!"

Lu Pingsheng opened his arms with a smile on his face to hug Durand.

"Oh! My best friend, I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation."

Durand stepped back slightly and muttered, "Luca, didn't David remind you that you don't look like you should smile like this right now?"

Lu Pingsheng touched the scar that ran through his cheek with a slight feeling of hurt. . .