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

Chapter 270: Busy supporting the family in the foreign land

Jinling, one o'clock in the morning.

Director Xu, who was awakened from his sleep, took a big sip of strong tea, looked at the secret message in his hand, stood up suddenly and asked the secretary beside him.

"Is this from the Northwest?"

The secretary nodded. "Translated it five minutes ago."

Director Xu didn't delay at all and immediately called Director Cheng's home.

When Director Cheng's secretary heard that it was an urgent telegram, he did not dare to delay it at all.

Twenty minutes later, Director Xu stood respectfully below and handed the secret message to an elegant middle-aged man with both hands.

"Because it involves the specific details of your negotiation, I dare not delay..."

Director Chen flipped through the telegram and read it carefully, then gently closed it. "Did Northwest explain the source of the intelligence?"

Director Xu shook his head, complaining in his heart that the director was still asleep. How could he reveal the source of such important information?

When he saw in the intelligence that the Japanese had designed an assassination plan to target the peace talks between the two sides, he felt a chill down his spine.

As a negotiating representative, the director's itinerary was kept highly confidential. How did the enemy know about it?

"Could it be a conspiracy by the Northwest?" Seeing that the director's expression did not change, Director Xu tried to raise the possibility.

Director Cheng tapped his fingers lightly on the table and raised his eyelids to look at him. "What do you want from the northwest?"

"This..." How would Director Xu know what the Northwest Map was about?

Director Cheng waved his hand and asked him to go down. He looked at the telegram for a while before picking up the phone.

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Early the next morning, Lu Pingsheng went to the entrance of the alley to buy scallion pancakes and bought a declaration form at the same time.

There was no change in the front-page headlines about the peace talks, which made him feel vaguely uneasy.

Or has the intelligence already been leaked, and both sides have a tacit understanding, ready to take advantage of the situation?

Lu Pingsheng calculated the time and sighed in his heart.

He knew that the peace talks would not succeed.

The Northwest hopes to jointly resist the Japanese invaders, while Nanjing hopes that the Northwest’s armed forces will not exceed 30,000.

How can the peace talks be successful if the two sides have different starting points?

He was not very clear about the specific details, but he knew that something big would happen in another month.

"Mr. Lu, I'll make a few more. Ah Miao likes them."

Grandma Cui disliked Cui Liping's slowness, so she did it herself.

Mrs. Cui, who was collecting money nearby, had a growing belly.

Cui Liping boasted to Lu Pingsheng: "The doctor said it's twins."

Lu Pingsheng was quite surprised after hearing this, and said with a smile on his face:

"congratulations."

Cui Liping was proud, "I will make a splash if I don't make any noise!"

Granny Cui looked at the purple face and the white cloth on Lu Pingsheng's head and grumbled:

"Mr. Lu, please be careful when you walk next time. The roads are bumpy and it's easy to fall if you're not careful. You might even get disfigured!"

Lu Pingsheng smiled and wanted to ask about Cui Lijuan's situation, but seeing that the family was in harmony, he did not speak.

Cui Lijuan's injury was so serious that even after being discharged from the hospital, she would have to rest for two months to fully recover.

Lu Pingsheng turned around and greeted Xiao Jiangsu, then exchanged a few words with the people at the wonton stall before walking back.

Wei Miao got up refreshed.

After washing up, while eating the delicious scallion pancake, he said to Lu Pingsheng:

"I will go home after dinner. Don't look for me before Asi is one month old."

Ali circled around her feet and rubbed Wei Miao affectionately.

Lu Pingsheng didn't dare to open his mouth too wide when eating, for fear of tearing his wound. In the end, he simply handed his half-eaten scallion pancake to Wei Miao.

"I don't have time to look for you," he said.

He has a lot on his plate now and has even more things to deal with.

After Wei Miao finished eating the scallion pancake, he went out to chat with his neighbors.

Especially when little Jiangsu heard that she had met little Nanjing yesterday, he pulled her aside and talked a lot.

While eating wontons, Wei Miao secretly said to Xiao Jiangsu:

"Brother Nanjing looks majestic in his uniform, quite like Angkor."

Little Jiangsu smiled from ear to ear, "If he could be half as good as Patrolman Wu, I would feel relieved."

Wei Miao did not mention that Xiao Nanjing "saved" the director's bald son yesterday.

This kind of thing depends on chance and fate. I hope George is someone who knows how to repay his kindness.

Wei Miao listened to Cui Liping bragging about his own ability and how Mrs. Cui was good at giving birth. He then prayed with Grandma Cui and made an appointment to visit Sister Mary together next Friday. Then they went to the entrance of the alley and took a rickshaw to leave.

An old neighbor looked at the scene of Wei Miao being taken away by a rickshaw and said sourly:

"The world has changed. The sons of rickshaw owners are also learning to ride rickshaws like the old ladies and gentlemen."

Mrs. Cui put her hands on her hips and said sarcastically:

"If the baby in my belly is half as capable and sensible as Miao, maybe he will be able to afford scallion pancakes."

When that person heard this, his expression became embarrassed.

Everyone in the alley knew that Cui Liping used to be a poor man, and he never minding the trouble of arguing with the Cui family.

The others quickly changed the subject.

"You know, there have been more and more demonstrations recently. I'm afraid there will be another war."

"Fight, fight. Anyway, there are foreign devils in Shanghai, so there won't be any chaos."

"No matter how powerful those Japanese dwarfs are, they still have to follow the instructions of the foreign devils."

"You have forgotten what happened a few years ago. If a war breaks out, I am afraid that prices will go up again."

When Mrs. Cui heard this, she bit her lip and rolled her eyes.

When Wei Miao returned home, she had the cat in her bag and a freshly baked honey cake in her hand.

The children playing in the alley followed her all the way.

"Why are you following me? Be careful or your mother will see you or she will spank you." Xiao Qian shouted at the group of kids behind Wei Miao while standing at the door.

Shanghai people live a refined life and care about their reputation, which is what we call being respectable.

I am most afraid of people saying that I am petty-minded and stingy.

Therefore, families who can afford it will not allow their children to beg for food outside.

Otherwise you will be laughed at by your neighbors.

"Sister Xiao Qian, this is Hu Ji's honey cake." Wei Miao took out a bag and handed it to Xiao Qian.

Xiao Qian loves sweets, so he took it with a smile and said, "I'll give you money later."

Wei Miao waved his hand, "I'll give it to you to eat."

Xiao Qian saw Wei Miao skipping into the room and felt that the kid was in a very good mood.

"What are you mumbling about?"

Uncle Zeng Bao stood behind her and asked.

Xiao Qian was startled and almost dropped the honey cake in her hand. She stamped her feet and said:

"Master, you should make noise when you walk next time."

After she finished complaining, she saw Huang Xiaoan next to her seemed to be trying to hold back her laughter.

He immediately raised his chin and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Huang Xiaoan looked like she was wronged, "Miss Qian, I'm not laughing."

Xiao Qian snorted coldly, took the cake and went into the house to find the old monk.

Calculating the time, the old monk can eat today.

Under the Buddha statue in the east room, the old monk was sitting cross-legged with a Buddhist scripture in front of him, turned to the last page.

"Master, you haven't completed the salvation yet?"

Although the old monk had not eaten for a long time, his expression did not look bad, and he even looked peaceful.

“How can we complete the salvation?” the old monk whispered.

Seeing that the old monk didn't want to move, Xiao Qian sat on the cushion next to him and took out the egg cake to share with him.

The old monk waved his hands and didn't want to eat.

"Master, who are you praying for?"

Xiao Qian took a bite of the egg cake, his cheek bulged, and his big eyes were full of confusion.