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

Charles looked at the two people's expressions, played with the Tang Sancai pony in his hand, thought for a moment and said:

"It's just that the cold wave came suddenly, and the cargo ship is resting midway. When the temperature is moderate, it will definitely arrive at the port."

Lu Pingsheng complimented Charles a few more times, and in a slightly serious tone, exaggeratedly praised the integrity of Charles' family.

Charles had a genuine smile on his face as he saw them off.

After leaving the foreign company building, Lu Pingsheng drove Wei Miao to the tailor shop.

"doing what?"

Wei Miao looked at the dazzling array of cloth and asked Lu Pingsheng.

"make clothes!"

After Lu Pingsheng finished speaking to Wei Miao, he said to the enthusiastic boss:

"Find a suit that will fit this kid, and then have two more decent suits tailored for him."

The boss nodded repeatedly:

"Master Lu, don't worry, we will make it fit you well so that you can look as dashing as you when you wear it."

After he finished speaking, he called to the inner room, "Old Feng, measure the young master's size."

Wei Miao followed his gaze and saw a middle-aged master with a shy expression stood up and walked towards him with a hunched back.

Wei Miao's expression did not change, but he muttered in his heart:

"Isn't this Mr. Sun from the alley? Although he has a beard now, his appearance and temperament have changed, and his body is a little hunched, others can't see it, but there are still traces, such as the three inconspicuous moles on the back of his white left hand..."

When Old Feng looked up and saw Wei Miao and Lu Pingsheng, he smiled and said in authentic Peking dialect:

"What kind of clothes do you two want? What are your requirements?"

The boss said to Lu Pingsheng proudly:

"This is the master craftsman we invited from Peking. His family used to make clothes for the royal family..."

As soon as the tailor shop owner finished speaking, the door was pushed open and two Japanese men with guns came in.

"Get out!" one of them shouted in very broken Chinese, with undisguised contempt in his tone.

Wei Miao clearly felt that Lao Feng's hand holding the ruler moved.

Lu Pingsheng turned his head and glanced at the Japanese. His expression changed slightly, and he thought to himself: "What are the military police doing here?"

He pulled Wei Miao and prepared to leave.

When they were leaving, the Japanese looked at the two of them arrogantly, but did not make things difficult for them.

As soon as they opened the door, they saw a car open and a couple with a child got out.

It was Tomoko Yamashita and Taro Kudo. The man in a suit next to them should be her husband Ishigami Kudo, who works at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

"Wei Sang!"

Kudo Taro cheered and trotted over.

Kudo Ishigami was stunned when he saw his son's cheerful footsteps, then he turned to look at his wife.

Yamashita Tomoko nodded at him with tears in her eyes.

Wei Miao looked at the child in front of him, who seemed to have grown a lot taller than the last time he saw him.

"Kudo-kun." Wei Miao greeted.

Lu Pingsheng, who was standing next to them, walked forward with a smile on his face, bowed slightly to the Kudo couple, and then took out his ID.

Kudo Ishigami glanced at his ID and said calmly:

"Lu Sang actually works in the customs?"

Lu Pingsheng bowed slightly and said, "Thanks to my family's connections, I found a leisurely job in the customs of the International Settlement."

Kudo Ishigami's expression remained indifferent. He was an elite in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and his brother was a second-rate figure in the gendarmerie.

A wax bearer who got into the customs through connections was a small figure whom he did not need to take seriously.

"Lu Sang, are you also here to make clothes?"

Tomoko Yamashita had chatted with Lu Pingsheng in a coffee shop last time, and Kudo Dalang's illness had made great progress under the intervention of the doctor recommended by him, so she had a good impression of this knowledgeable and polite young man.

Lu Pingsheng said respectfully: "Take Ah Miao to make a set of clothes, and let him be the interpreter at the cocktail party at the Huizhong Hotel tonight."

Tomoko Yamashita looked at Wei Miao who was chatting with her son, and her eyes flashed.

"Lu Sang, what a coincidence, we are here to pick up clothes too."

After she finished speaking, she asked Lu Pingsheng, "Have you picked up your clothes?"

Lu Pingsheng looked at the two gendarmes at the door without saying anything.

Yamashita Tomoko whispered a few words to her husband, and then said to Lu Pingsheng:

"Lusan, let's go together."

There was just the right hint of surprise on Lu Pingsheng's handsome face, which was neither flattering nor rude, and made people feel very comfortable.

The boss, who was originally trembling with fear in the room, felt relieved when he saw Lu Pingsheng and Wei Miao coming back and chatting and laughing with the Japanese.

After the Songhu Incident a few years ago, the decade-long prosperity of the International Settlement came to an abrupt end, and everyone was in panic.

But the world is so big, where can we go? It is better to be a dog in peacetime than a man in troubled times!

Kudo Dalang watched Wei Miao measure his clothes, and he also clamored to do it again.

The boss smiled and said, "We have this little lady's size here."

After being glared at by Kudo Ishigami, he fell silent.

Old Feng was very skilled and finished the exercise in a short while. He continued to ask in Peking dialect:

"What kind of fabric do you need, young masters?"

Kudo Dalang looked at Wei Miao, and Wei Miao looked at Lu Pingsheng. She had no idea what material would make good-looking clothes.

The most important thing is that she doesn't want to spend her own money.

Lu Pingsheng looked at her expression and knew what she was thinking, and he laughed out of anger.

At this time, the little brat is still thinking about money.

Lupin said generously, "Use the best materials you have and make a set of the latest styles for the two young masters. I'll pay for it."

When Wei Miao heard this, her eyes lit up and she pulled Kudo Dalang to pick out clothes.

"How about lots of fish?" Kudo Taro likes lots of fish.

Wei Miao said: "She is at home."

Kudo Dalang felt a little lost and whispered, "I miss her so much, can I ask her to come to my house and keep me company?"

Wei Miao's heart skipped a beat. This was not a good sign.

"What are you doing at home now?" Wei Miao changed the subject.

"Nothing to do." But the child, who was only six years old, had a maturity that did not match his age.

Wei Miao had read in a book that this kind of person was extremely intelligent, but lacking in other aspects.

What Lu Pingsheng called "autistic disorder in emotional contact" is a very apt description.

"But I've been studying numbers recently, it's very interesting." Kudo Taro spoke slowly.

Wei Miao looked at the little boy wearing glasses and confirmed once again that this was a person who was extremely smart in some aspects.

Lu Pingsheng, who had paid the bill behind him, was chatting with Yamashita Tomoko, "I am happy from the bottom of my heart to see the young master's state change."

When Yamashita Tomoko heard him mention her son, she bowed slightly to Lu Pingsheng and said gratefully:

"I have to thank Lu Sang for introducing me to Professor John from the United States. With his guidance, Dalang has changed a lot."

Hearing his son's words, even Kudo Ishigami's arrogant and smug expression softened a bit:

"Lu Sang, thank you for your contribution to our Kudo family. If there is anything you need help with, please ask."

After watching the Kudo family of three get into the slowly moving car, two military police trotted away on both sides of the car.

The owner of the tailor shop, who was hunched over at the door, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.

Lu Pingsheng looked at the refreshed Wei Miao and said:

"Let's go."

The tailor shop owner handed him the check from Lu Pingsheng and said with a smile:

"Mr. Lu, thank you very much for today."

Lu Pingsheng waved his hand, not touching the check, squinted his eyes and glanced at the sun in the sky and said:

"We do business honestly and without guilt."

After Lu Pingsheng got into the car, the tailor shop owner put away the check and spat in the direction they left.

"Traitors, bah!"

Old Feng stood beside the boss, looking at the backs of the two people, one big and one small, getting into the car, and pondered for a long time.