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

Lu Pingsheng steadied himself, looked at the kid's carefree expression, and nodded:

"After all, other countries are just looking for money. Not only do they not want Shen City to get involved in war, they also want it to remain peaceful forever."

"The Japanese are different. Since the January 28 Incident a few years ago, they have been much more obedient on the surface, but in fact they are brewing a bigger war."

"Does Little Wu know that it is Li Xiaoya?" Wei Miao asked a question that concerned her.

A hint of murderous intent flashed across Lu Pingsheng's eyes, and then disappeared very quickly:

"I didn't let him know. As for whether he noticed it or not, what would happen if he did? You and I both know the result."

He is obviously a very good person, but how could he fall for a woman?

Lu Pingsheng suddenly thought of the most romantic group of people in the Republic of China, and felt a little uncomfortable.

In this era, some people gave up medicine to join politics and start revolutions, some raised their arms and shouted to awaken the people, some people worked in a petty way just to survive, and some people indulged in luxury and sang praises of prosperity. . .

Wei Miao saw a new aura emerging from Lu Pingsheng, which was very tempting. She suppressed her greed and did not move forward.

Lu Pingsheng was thinking randomly, but when he saw the little devil's hungry wolf expression, he felt strange and continued:

"After the four of us met today, Dr. Ding and Bai Meigui had another private consultation..."

Looking at Wei Miao's sparkling eyes, Lu Pingsheng suppressed the words on the tip of his tongue and teased her:

"Little brat, don't worry about your old age. Just take the money and I'll take your mother and the others to the concession and live in a western-style building with a garden."

Wei Miao knew that he didn't want to say it, and remembering the purpose of his visit, he opened the cloth bag in his hand and told him what happened on the tram.

Lu Pingsheng, who was using a wooden rack to vent his anger, suddenly looked around quickly and resisted the urge to close the door.

He dropped the crowbar, almost dragged Wei Miao into the study by her arm, and slammed the door shut.

"Where's the stuff!"

Wei Miao handed him the cloth bag and said, "Pingmei is naughty. I don't know when she picked it up and put it in there."

Lu Pingsheng's mind began to work at high speed, "Are you sure no one saw it?"

Wei Miao recalled for a moment and said slowly:

"We boarded the tram at the starting station. I took Pingmei to sit at the back corner. I was the only one who discovered her when she was packing cakes in the coffee shop."

Lu Pingsheng breathed a sigh of relief. This was good. If he dragged several children into the vortex for this, he would have to rearrange everything.

The information here, whether it is from the ancient city or Nanjing, from the Japanese or from the West, will be useful in his hands.

"Ah Miao, today's matter is very important. As for how important it is, I don't know. The matter ends with me. Pingmei has never picked up anything on the tram, and you have never handed it to me..."

Wei Miao would have loved it if she hadn't bound her "Tao" in this life with Lu Pingsheng.

With her calm and casual personality, she would swallow the snack. As for the contents inside, she didn't know whether the fish in the Huangpu River would like it or not.

"The box just now was full of books. You can sort them out slowly. I have to go out for a while."

Lu Pingsheng hurriedly changed into his own small outfit, sprayed sawdust water on his head, and combed his hair into a middle part.

With his handsome appearance, the young master of the Lu family, who was dignified yet a little dandy, appeared.

Seeing that Lu Pingsheng's steps were no different from usual, Wei Miao withdrew his gaze and began to organize the books Charles brought him.

After Lu Pingsheng moved in, he spent some time to connect all the rooms on the second floor and built a very comfortable "workplace" for her.

There is a huge study, a dark bacteria culture room, and a dedicated lounge.

Looking fashionable and comfortable, Wei Miao really likes being with Lu Pingsheng.

Besides the various auras emanating from him that made her feel relaxed and happy, there was also the unremitting "investment" in herself that he always talked about jokingly.

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In the French Concession, the owner of a tailor shop who was about to make a sample looked at Lu Pingsheng and said with a smile on his face:

"Mr. Lu, the suit you wanted altered last time has been finished. I was just about to call you."

Lu Pingsheng put his hands in his pockets and walked into the tailor shop leisurely. He looked around at the hanging cloth and said pickily:

"You are too slow in making clothes. That style is no longer popular. I want to make a new one, urgently."

After hearing this, the tailor shop owner laughed even more happily and shouted to the inner room:

"Old Feng, come and re-measure Mr. Lu. It's easy to lose weight in spring, so the clothes must fit him well."

Old Feng saw Lu Pingsheng coming in and greeted him, "Mr. Lu has lost weight since the Spring Festival."

Lu Pingsheng smiled and said:

"Master Feng has a good eye. I also feel that I have lost a lot of weight. When I put on the grey trousers I made for you last time, my waistline became two fingers bigger."

Master Feng paused while measuring the clothes and quickly glanced at Lu Pingsheng.

"Ouch!"

Master Feng screamed in pain. It turned out that the scissors next to him fell and directly stabbed the instep.

The tailor shop owner had Mr. Feng sent to the clinic, and said to Lu Pingsheng, who looked unhappy, with a smile:

"Mr. Lu, I'm really sorry for today."

Lu Pingsheng turned and left without a smile on his face, walking towards another tailor shop not far away.

The tailor shop owner was left with a sad face and a sigh.

In Qingli Lane, the tailor Lao Feng, whose foot had been bandaged, was brought into the house by his apprentice.

He sat on a chair near the door with his back hunched, looking extremely anxious.

Lu Pingsheng came rashly and exchanged the emergency contact signal with him requesting a meeting. Something big must have happened.

The afterglow of the setting sun outside the window shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting an orange-red light on the old wooden floor, making Lao Feng feel even more tense.

"Who!"

"Are you Master Feng?"

"I am, who are you?"

Just at this moment, the last halo of light on the floor disappeared. Old Feng's back was still hunched, and he stood up while enduring the pain in his feet.

"I'm a distant cousin of Xiao Hu, a shop assistant at Rongshengzhai in Peking. Their boss asked me to bring you a message." The man outside the door spoke with an authentic Peking accent, exactly the same as his.

"What?"

"He said he regretted it and is willing to pay a high price to have you back."

Lao Feng slowly opened the door, and the narrow gap in the door gradually widened.

Inside the house, Lu Pingsheng and Lao Feng looked at each other, and then clasped their hands together.

Old Feng looked at Lu Pingsheng wearing a tattered hat and a patched jacket, and he didn't look like the rich man who spent money lavishly half an hour ago. He nodded secretly in his heart.

Disguise is a basic quality of an agent, and every detail must stand up to scrutiny.

"What happened?" Old Feng still spoke in authentic Beijing dialect.

Lu Pingsheng recounted what happened on the tram from his own perspective, and then, ignoring Lao Feng's changed expression, he said:

"I suspect there is another traitor. You must evacuate!"

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La la la ~~ ...