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

Li Xiaoya looked at the polite and noble man in front of her, and suddenly she couldn't see Lu Pingsheng clearly.

In the first two rare contacts, she clearly felt that this person disliked her.

Even with undisguised disgust.

But looking at Lu Pingsheng and Wu Ziyang in front of him, they were treating each other like brothers and were so affectionate, it didn't seem like they were pretending.

Thinking about all the information she had recently about Lu Pingsheng, she felt that she was overthinking it.

He is just a lackey working for the empire, not worth her attention.

Maybe this dude really felt that he was the one who made Wu Ziyang decadent, and therefore resented himself.

People like them, relying on their wealth, look down on women.

Li Xiaoya lowered her eyes and suppressed the resentment in her eyes. As long as she could accomplish the task at hand, those people would definitely look at her differently.

Not to mention Yukiko Matsui, even her father has to respect her a little.

Only when she has power can she live up to the hardships she has suffered.

After Li Xiaoya left, Lu Pingsheng walked to the window and pushed it open.

Looking at the lush greenery outside the window, he took a deep breath and then slowly said:

"Dr. Ding and Bai Meigui will be here in half an hour. There is a problem with the goods."

"what?"

Wu Ziyang, who was lighting a cigarette, paused, his face full of surprise.

After calculating the time, he also knew that the goods would arrive at the port in the next few days.

He had made all the arrangements, but when he heard what Lu Pingsheng said, it took him a long time to react.

Seeing that he did not seem to be pretending, Lu Pingsheng calmly told the story again and said at the end:

"Charles was also helpless. He only found out last night that the ship did not stop at Shilipu Wharf this time, but at Huajie Wharf instead."

Perhaps it was because the relationship that had been entangled for many years finally had a solution, Wu Ziyang regained some of his clarity of mind and became a young and promising deputy chief patrolman in the French Concession.

"Are you saying that someone knew in advance that there was a large amount of sulfanilamide worth gold on the cargo ship, and deliberately designed to stop the ship at the Huajie Wharf to muddy the water, and then everyone relied on their own abilities?"

The two discussed for a long time but could not come to any conclusion.

Or it could be said that Wu Ziyang did not come to a conclusion, and Lu Pingsheng became more and more certain of his guess.

But he shouldn't make this guess.

Bai Meigui and Dr. Ding entered Lu Pingsheng's house one after another.

When I entered the study, I was quite surprised to see Lu Pingsheng and Wu Ziyang acting like good brothers.

"You two are really the ones who fight at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed."

White Rose was in a bad mood and spoke with a hint of unknown sarcasm.

She was wearing a black dress today, a red velvet hat on her head, and a pearl necklace around her neck, looking charming and beautiful.

Lu Pingsheng brought her tea and said with a smile: "Men's friendship is gained through fighting."

Dr. Ding pushed his lenses and said nothing.

"Where is the little brat?" Bai Meigui looked around the room and didn't see Wei Miao, so she raised her eyebrows and asked Lu Pingsheng.

Lu Pingsheng's expression remained unchanged, and he said as a matter of course:

"Even if she was there, she couldn't help much, and she didn't get involved anymore. She knew the less the better."

Bai Meigui raised her eyebrows and stared at Lu Pingsheng for a moment, sneering: "You men are really good at crossing the river and destroying the bridge."

The three men looked at each other, not knowing what had provoked this person, and decided not to respond to her in order to avoid being scolded.

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Wei Miao naturally didn't know what the four of them discussed.

She was now chattering with her five children in the last row of the tram.

"Cauldron, why is there no tram where we live?"

The car was crowded, and Wei Miao sat in his seat hugging Wei Ping.

Wei Ran, Wei Ling and others also huddled together. Even though the smell in the car was bad, the kids were all grinning from ear to ear.

A pair of eyes is not enough, I look inside the car and then outside.

From time to time, he covered his mouth and made a surprised sound, and the corners of his dark eyes moved in a sly and cute way, showing the innocence and vitality that only a child can have.

Fortunately, they were good-looking, their clothes were clean and decent, and their hair was neatly combed, so the other people in the car just thought they were just children's mischief.

Instead, he would answer their questions while they were chattering, and the atmosphere at the rear of the car was very friendly.

Before Wei Miao could answer the boy's question, a young man in a sweater jacket beside Wei Miao said:

"Route 2 runs from the dock to the city center, passing through the downtown area. It is an important route in the French Concession. It requires a lot of money to pave the road and build electric tracks. The Chinese Concession is poor, so I'm afraid it would be difficult to build such a road."

As soon as he finished speaking, the car stopped at the station, and the outside of the station was full of people waiting to get on the bus.

People were getting on and off the train and it started to get crowded. The carriage was suddenly filled with cries of grief and swear words in various dialects.

Wei Miao saw that the young man in the sweater jacket was also pushed to the back by the crowd.

Then, the box of vegetarian snacks from Dalaifang in his hand was squeezed out of his hand in the blink of an eye.

Just at this moment, someone in the front carriage shouted:

"Thief! Catch the thief."

The car became even more crowded and chaotic, which made Wei Miao alert.

The conductor was already suffocated by the pressure and could only hold up the ticket holder and shout:

"Everyone must buy a ticket. If you don't buy a ticket, you will be fined double the amount!"

The tram door slowly closed. Among the crowd at the station outside who had not yet gotten on the train, two inconspicuous people looked at the chaotic situation with different expressions.

"What did you do?"

The middle-aged man in a long gown looked sinisterly at the pale and short man beside him.

Zhu Yan's body trembled slightly, and he shook his head repeatedly:

"Captain Feng, what can I do in my current situation?"

Feng Chuanfeng looked at this traitor who had survived several assassination attempts by the Red Bandits. While he felt contempt for him, he also had to sigh that he was so lucky.

Seeing Feng Chuanfeng's gloomy expression, Zhu Yan's face turned even paler, and he said anxiously:

"I got this information about the tram connection accidentally when I was a liaison officer. It's not from my line, so they must have been using it all along."

He spoke anxiously and coughed heartbreakingly unconsciously. The people waiting for the bus around him instantly moved away from him.

These days, tuberculosis is contagious.

Zhu Yan also felt bitter in his heart. He did not swallow the poison immediately after being caught. Once the courage to die was gone, he wanted to live madly.

After only the first of those torture methods was used, he couldn't bear it and confessed everything.

In the end, the information was leaked, and all his contact lines were evacuated before the arrest.

He became a useless chess piece. After finding out someone was trying to assassinate him, the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics actually used him as a bait.

If he hadn't racked his brains last month to think of this information that he had almost forgotten, he would have become fish food in the Huangpu River long ago.

"If my memory serves me right, the information was exchanged at the dim sum shop in Dalaifang."

Feng Chuanfeng cursed inwardly, and as he watched the tram slowly move away, he winked at several of his men who had already squeezed onto the car.

After the young man lost his hands on the snack, his face turned pale for a moment, but he immediately held it back.

"Don't push, don't push. The more chaotic the situation is, the easier it is for thieves to steal." He shouted at the top of his voice while lowering his head to look for his snacks.

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