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

Lu Pingsheng's expression did not change, but there was a barely perceptible glimmer of confusion in his pupils.

Wei Miao scanned him almost quickly, and when he found nothing unusual, he walked to the food area and picked up a glass of strong liquor.

When he handed the bottle to Lu Pingsheng, his hand shook slightly and the wine spilled on his expensive custom-made suit.

The strong smell of alcohol instantly dissipated the barely perceptible smell of blood around his body.

Wei Miao sniffed and sat down next to Lu Pingsheng, "Brother Lu, have you drunk too much? Are you talking nonsense?"

It was the first time in Lu Ping's life that he had planned to murder someone. The fear he felt after watching the man's life fade away bit by bit at close range also disappeared without a trace when Wei Miao acted as if nothing had happened.

"Ah Miao, thank you."

Wei Miao was concentrating on eating her food. It was not her turn to participate or interfere in what Lu Pingsheng was doing.

The less she knew, the better it was for herself and her family.

"Bring me some fruit to eat. I'm really hungry. After the banquet is over, I'll take you to a restaurant for a good meal."

Wei Miao's eyes lit up and he said expectantly:

"When will it end?"

Lu Pingsheng tapped her forehead lazily and said with a smile:

"It's early."

Seeing Wei Miao's dissatisfied expression, he smiled and lowered his eyes. He only hoped that the inconspicuous elite of the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs whom he killed would be discovered as late as possible.

Wei Miao said "Oh" in disappointment and continued eating.

In her eyes, food is not divided into high and low, but the genes evolved by human beings over thousands of years have instinctively divided food into delicious and unpalatable, and she is helpless about it.

Everything was calm until the banquet ended in the evening.

Durand, who was drunk, came over to say goodbye to Lu Pingsheng, hugging a beautiful Japanese woman.

"Dear Luka, I'm sorry that you didn't find a dance partner for tonight's party. It's my birthday next month, you and your little friend can come over, I will prepare everything for you..."

Lu Pingsheng shrugged and avoided his drunken embrace, "Durand, a night of spring is worth a thousand gold, I wish you happiness."

Watching the two men leave, the Japanese woman beside Durand said softly, "These two Orientals are very different."

Durand held her cheek and kissed her, "Beauty, I can't wait any longer."

The Japanese woman's timid look with her head down made his heart even hotter, so he hugged her and went straight to the room upstairs.

On the way back, Lu Pingsheng gave Wei Miao a big yellow croaker.

"so much?"

After the Chinese New Year, a small yellow croaker weighing 30 grams can be exchanged for more than 40 dollars, and a large yellow croaker weighing more than 300 grams is worth more than 400 dollars.

Lu Pingsheng said nonchalantly: "The rest will be paid next time."

Wei Miao happily held the large yellow croaker weighing more than half a pound in his little hands.

Although the blood in her body was boiling, she did not absorb the wealth in front of Lu Pingsheng.

"Have you seen Li Xiaoya today?" Wei Miao saw that Lu Pingsheng had a serious expression and changed the subject.

He nodded, having already decided in his heart to get rid of Li Xiaoya. Even though doing so would make Wu Ziyang resent him, he did not regret it.

The sulfa drugs they had were about to arrive at the port, and coupled with what he and Wei Miao had done, they wanted to prevent the Japanese woman from finding any clues.

"Do you want to kill her?" Wei Miao asked directly.

Lu Pingsheng paused with his hand on the steering wheel. He hated children who were almost as smart as demons.

"She deserves to die, Ah Miao. All those who occupied our country, massacred our people, and plundered our wealth deserve to die!"

Maybe because he went on a killing spree tonight, his tone was particularly cold.

Wei Miao has also studied the situation in recent years, but she is not a human after all. In her eyes, the law of the jungle is normal.

Moreover, she felt that people like Lu Pingsheng in the East would not necessarily be swallowed up.

It's just that the process will be a little more difficult, but this is her home. The more she reads, the more she understands the principle that no egg will be left unbroken when the nest is overturned.

As long as it does not affect the cause and effect, she is willing to contribute.

For example, the penicillin that Lupin had been thinking about all his life, and the news she heard tonight.

"Yes, today I listened to Louis and several other nobles chatting and analyzed a lot of interesting things."

Lu Pingsheng slammed on the brakes and Wei Miao's head hit the seat in front of him.

“Brother Lu, you are too immature.”

After a while, Lu Pingsheng was ready to restart the car.

"In addition to weapons and oil, Japan's orders from European and American countries also include medicines, sugar, and even fleets and aircraft. As for the location of the warehouse, I think it's better to go to the Qing Gang instead of focusing on this gang."

Lu Pingsheng's expression was uncertain. He couldn't go to the Green Gang as it would be too easy to be exposed. He also couldn't send a secret message to Jinling as it would be bad to alert the enemy.

In fact, the Jinling spy organization at this stage was very powerful, and they had many means to deal with Japan and the Red Bandits. In order to gain merit and get ahead, those people in power would do anything.

Look, Lu Pingsheng is about to start the car again.

Wei Miao rubbed his forehead which was reddened by the sudden braking and said quickly:

"You'd better wait a moment. I'll tell you everything I know before you drive."

Lu Pingsheng's throat felt like it was clogged with cotton. "Anything else?"

Wei Miao analyzed the various news he heard at the party tonight and told Lu Pingsheng one by one.

"The French Consul General has hemorrhoids, but it does not affect his cooperation with Nanjing. He has stepped up efforts to capture underground organizations."

"Japan has been recruiting a large number of soldiers on its home soil, and they are getting younger and younger."

"Britain has increased the proportion of opium and sugar grown in India."

"Germany is preparing to send a delegation to visit the Japanese mainland..."

Seeing Lu Pingsheng's increasingly solemn expression, Wei Miao continued:

"The scandal between your good friend Durand and his widowed cousin is talked about with great relish."

On the way home, Lu Pingsheng and Wei Miao stopped talking, and it was already twelve o'clock in the evening when they returned to the alley.

Lu Pingsheng parked the car on the side of the road at the entrance of the alley, and the two walked inside on foot.

When passing by the barber shop, I heard the sounds of whipping and begging for mercy from inside again.

Lu Pingsheng pulled Wei Miao, who was still trying to eavesdrop, and walked away quickly, lowering his voice to teach him a lesson:

"You are a little kid who hasn't even grown all his hair yet, but you like to listen to this."

Wei Miao curled his lips, "It's obviously Master Dong's fault that he beat a woman to vent his anger."

Lu Pingsheng, who was opening the door, was so angry at his words that he laughed, "You know what's possible."

In his previous life, Wei Miao was the most majestic lion king on the grassland. When the lionesses were in heat, they would linger around him.

Seeing that she is really ruthless, I can only go to the wild.

Fortunately, Wei Miao was broad-minded. Even though the child was not his own, he still raised him to be a plump and happy child.

The two of them went into the house and washed up.

Wei Miao entered the laboratory that Lu Pingsheng built for him, took a look at the mold he had cultivated, and found everything was normal, so he lay down on the small bed in the compartment.

The moonlight outside the window sprinkled into the room. Wei Miao held the big yellow croaker in both hands and closed his eyes.

Lu Pingsheng sat at the desk with a serious look in his eyes.

He sorted out the information that Wei Miao had heard, and finally set his sights on the name Ozawa Masako.

After a long time, he took out a pen and drew an "X" on it.

He then set the written paper on fire and used his hands to stir up the burnt ashes before stopping.