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

Chapter 232: Busy supporting the family in the foreign land

Matsui Yukiko seemed not to notice the flash of contempt in his eyes and smiled:

"I agree with what Miss Matsuko said."

After finishing speaking, she calmly turned to the group of men looking at her and continued:

"They actually openly assassinated an imperial officer. This matter must be investigated to a conclusion. Otherwise, who knows if the next one will be someone between you and me?"

Yukiko Matsui looked at the men whose expressions changed slightly, feeling contempt in her heart.

Sure enough, only when it comes to one's own safety and interests will one take these things seriously.

In this way, she has completed the Hirata family's request.

Was it a natural illness or a conspiracy? With luck, when that old man Hirata wakes up, everything will be clear.

Due to bad luck, the once prominent Hirata family fell into decline.

"I have discussed with General Hirata's subordinates and family members. It will take at most three days. After three days, no matter what General Hirata's condition is, the things must be shipped back to the mainland."

After hearing her last words, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

There are internal rumors that General Hirata is bringing back all the wealth he has collected in Kanto over the years.

But for the sake of his own ambitions, Ichiro Hirata gave up the closer northern port and traveled thousands of miles to Shen City, where he went through so much trouble that he ended up in the hospital.

In a place like the foreign concessions, forces from various countries and factions are intertwined, and both the underworld and the white world are everywhere, and everyone is eyeing this huge fortune.

The longer the things stay here, the pressure will be on them.

If something goes wrong, they will be held accountable; if nothing goes wrong, the credit has nothing to do with them.

Especially when it comes to the local area, it becomes even more complicated. No one wants to get involved and everyone wants to get rid of the problem quickly.

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Wei Miao felt helpless as he looked at Zeng Baoshu and Lu Pingsheng who were refusing to give in to each other.

“I think this matter is very simple.”

Both looked at her.

Wei Miao put down the pen in his hand and said:

"Don't we just want the stuff in that train?"

Seeing her keeping it a secret, Lu Pingsheng frowned and said:

"How can it be simple? That's the stuff for three train cars. Do you know how much stuff a fully loaded train car can carry?"

Wei Miao curled her lips. Brother Lu always looked down on her. Ever since she knew what to do, she would look up information and make preparations.

"The train that Ichiro Hirata took is the best train for railway transportation at present. If each carriage is only used to carry goods, the weight when fully loaded is about 50 tons."

Uncle Zeng Bao watched the kid talking with great interest.

"For example, 4 kilograms of gold, plus the boxes containing the gold, would only take up half of the carriage..."

When Lu Pingsheng heard her mention gold again, the corners of his mouth twitched. He was not that concerned about whether he was dealing with cultural relics or not.

In the future, this country will be full of wars and these things...

In comparison, he now wants to kill Ichiro Hirata, the bastard who has committed so many evil things in Kanto.

But Uncle Zeng Bao was determined to get the boxes of Buddhist scriptures.

They originally wanted to do some tricks on that narrow road and drive the Japanese car directly out of the city.

Lu Pingsheng felt that this method was not only crude, but also too risky and easy to be exposed.

Uncle Zeng Bao seemed confident, as if he had some hidden card.

Unfortunately, Ichiro Hirata was suddenly hospitalized, and their hastily made plan was useless.

The only good news now is the note that Xiao Qian knocked on the door and delivered.

"After Ichiro Hirata suffered a stroke and was admitted to the hospital, the Hirata family arranged for the financial affairs to be parked in Shin City for three days."

Lu Pingsheng's eyes drifted over the note in Zeng Baoyi's hand. He didn't expect that this man was so well-informed.

This information should be top secret within Japan, but he got it so easily.

"Will that thing remain at the train station forever?" Wei Miao's eyes flickered, and I wonder what he was up to.

Uncle Zeng Bao shook his head slightly. He was afraid that he would never know about such things.

The silence of the three people was interrupted by the noise of children returning from school in the yard.

When Pingmei heard Wu Ma say that Wei Miao had returned, she lingered at the door of the study.

The small footsteps were urgent.

Lu Pingsheng said to Zeng Baoshu, "This matter is far more complicated than we thought. I suggest you ask the old monk if these Buddhist scriptures are necessary."

Uncle Zeng Bao coughed twice and said firmly, "No need to ask, it is absolutely necessary."

Wei Miao sniffed his nose and said happily, "It's time to eat."

She opened the door and Wei Ping rushed over to her, "Big pot."

Wei Miao looked at the little girl with beads of sweat on her forehead and said with a smile: "Did you wash your hands after coming back?"

Wei Ping said in a crisp voice, raising her clean hands, "I washed them."

At this time, Wei Ada came in holding Wei Dong and smiled when he saw Lu Pingsheng and Zeng Baoshu:

"Mr. Zeng, Mr. Lu, dinner at home?"

Zeng Baoshu and Lu Pingsheng rarely spoke in unison. "If there is anything else, I will definitely bother you next time."

Looking at the backs of the two people leaving in a hurry, he put down the three people who ran out last night and asked curiously:

"Why isn't Brother Lu eating at home?"

Wei Ling also said, "Yes, Aunt Wu specially cooked two more dishes and put two more bowls of rice."

When Wei Miao heard this, he smiled with curved eyebrows.

These two cunning people couldn't eat now, so she did it for them.

Wei Miao ate from the beginning until the whole plate was clean, and Wei Li couldn't help but look at her stomach.

"Ah Miao, can your stomach hold so much food?"

Wei Miao touched his belly and said with a smile, "Auntie Wu made it so delicious. If there's more, I'll have another serving."

Wei Ada felt very sad when he heard this. He felt that his daughter had suffered a lot outside these two days, so he quickly said to Wu Ma:

"Auntie Wu, didn't you make some pastries at noon? I'll give it to Ah Miao as a midnight snack later."

After so many days, Wu Ma was no longer surprised by Wei Miao's big appetite.

The Wei family is also accustomed to the young master's way of putting everything first.

The young boy was quite methodical in his conduct, and was no worse than the two young masters just now.

After finishing his meal, Wei Miao simply washed up, chatted with Xu Ayu for a while, then teased the little cub who had become a little whiter, before returning to his room to sleep with satisfaction.

In the middle of the night, Wei Miao lay on the bed hugging Ali, feeling itchy in his heart.

"Ahri, you said more than 20 tons of gold, how long will it take for it to swallow it all?"

Wei Miao muttered to himself, his little brain working rapidly.

"Oh no! If it's 20 tons of gold, it will take at least a week at my current speed..."

Besides, what the old monk said was only news from five or six years ago. It was said that Ichiro Hirata was a greedy and lustful person.

In the past five or six years, he probably plundered a lot in Guandong. Wei Miao swallowed his saliva. . .

It seems that I won’t be able to sleep well tonight.