mesbooks Chapter 137: Busy supporting the family in the foreign land
Chapter 137: Busy supporting the family in the foreign land
When Yang Qiushi heard Lu Pingsheng's question, he moved uneasily.
He said honestly: "I have had a good memory since I was a child. I will never forget someone I have met once. I have seen your license plate number and silhouette in the rain."
Lu Pingsheng was a little surprised.
At that time, this man failed in his pursuit of Hu Na and was lying on the ground in despair, being washed by the heavy rain. However, he could still remember a person who drove past him.
“This talent is quite special.”
While Lu Pingsheng was praising, he felt angry in his heart that others could do things easily which he had to rely on a damn golden finger to do.
Yang Qiushi didn't say anything, he didn't think this was a talent. It was a talent for a farmer to be able to farm, and it was a talent to have a good body to make a living in Shen City.
"Do you know who is outside? How dare you take us home? Aren't you afraid?"
Yang Qiushi said: "My father taught me that a drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring of water, not to mention that you gave me twelve dollars and saved my life."
Lu Pingsheng did not ask how these twelve pieces saved his life, and Yang Qiushi did not say anything either, but continued:
"When I passed the intersection on my way home, I heard the group of people checking your car number and discussing how to stop your car..."
After listening to his overly concise and dry story, Lu Pingsheng said to himself, good people will be rewarded.
"What are you doing now?"
In recent years, there have been warlords fighting each other, natural disasters and man-made disasters. The common people all know that Shen City is prosperous and there is money to be made, so they flock here.
When there are more people, everything becomes more precious.
Many people who had just arrived slept on the streets and docks, and some of the better ones slept in shacks. There were very few people who had a place to live in the concession like Yang Qiushi.
"I used the money you gave me to rent this house and carry sandbags at the nearby dock."
Then the two fell into silence.
Yang Qiushi is not good at talking, while Lu Pingsheng has something on his mind.
The people this time are Zhang Er's subordinates, so they are closely related to the Japanese.
The most likely one is the organization that Li Xiaoya belongs to. There are too many Japanese spy agencies in China, and Li Xiaoya is really insignificant. He doesn't know who this woman belongs to.
Maybe even Li Xiaoya herself doesn’t know, after all, there are so many such chess pieces.
"The patrol police are coming." Yang Qiushi said suddenly.
Lu Pingsheng also heard the sharp whistle. The patrol police in the French Concession always arrived very late, especially when there were gunshots. Even if they came, they would observe secretly for a long time before blowing the whistle and moving forward.
He took out two French dollars from his wallet and handed them to Yang Qiushi, "Give this money to the patrol captain..."
French Concession Police Station.
Wu Ziyang, who came in a hurry, looked at Lu Pingsheng who was in a daze, while A Miao, wrapped in a blanket, was sleeping soundly on the chair next to him.
He sat down, lit a cigarette, and threw it to Lu Pingsheng.
"I heard he was trapped in an alley? Any clues?"
Wu Ziyang frowned as he thought about his subordinates' reports.
They said that when they rushed over, they saw more than a dozen people in terrible condition, their bodies seemingly having been bitten by rats and other insects, and their bodies were covered in blood.
A dozen bloody people almost dyed the ground of the alley red.
The wild cats and dogs nearby, who had smelled the blood, were watching them intently. If their people had not arrived in time, these people would have been eaten alive.
This is very scary.
Lu Pingsheng recounted the whole story and said grimly at the end:
"I have always been honest and upright. The only thing that went wrong was the sulfa business with the Japanese. But the transaction was consensual..."
Wu Ziyang thought that the gold he had obtained a few days ago was indeed enough for him to live a worry-free life for several lifetimes and to make the Japanese suffer such a big loss.
These people who are used to being arrogant and domineering naturally want to make an example of someone.
Lu Pingsheng is this chicken and the bird that sticks out.
"What's wrong with A Miao?" Wu Ziyang looked at Wei Miao who was sleeping soundly beside him.
Lu Pingsheng said: "Have you seen my car?"
Wu Ziyang nodded. The car was full of bullet holes and the windshield was shattered.
"Sorry to trouble you with the follow-up matters." Lu Pingsheng picked up Wu Ziyang's cigarette box, took out a cigarette and lit it for himself.
In fact, he already had a plan in mind.
This time he has to let these people see that he, Lu Pingsheng, is also a tiger whose butt cannot be touched.
"Would you and A Miao stay at my house for one night?" Wu Ziyang asked.
Lu Pingsheng shook his head and said, "Lend me your car for two days."
Wu Ziyang waved his hand, told someone to give a few instructions, and after Lu Pingsheng signed, he carried Wei Miao out of the police station.
Seeing Yang Qiushi squatting at the door, he said to him:
"Follow."
Yang Qiushi quickly got up and got into the black sedan with Lu Pingsheng.
Wu Ziyang, with a cigarette in his mouth, watched the car disappear on the neon-lit road.
The subordinate beside him said, "Deputy Chief Inspector, this matter involves the Qing Gang, how should we deal with it?"
Wu Ziyang snorted coldly, "I'll call them myself and ask them whether they want to hand over the person themselves or we can bring people to catch him."
The subordinates looked at their superiors with gloomy faces and sighed inwardly. There were many rumors that Deputy Chief Inspector Wu and Mr. Lu had a very good relationship, and they were almost like one. This time, they were afraid that things would not end well.
Wei Miao woke up and felt very tired. He turned his head to look out the window. The sunlight was already shining brightly on the floor.
When she was going down the stairs, she heard a lot of noise in the yard. She looked up and saw two adults and one child gesturing at something.
"Qiu Shi, I didn't expect you were a martial artist."
Then a simple and honest voice chuckled and said, "My mother said that my ancestors once produced a martial arts champion."
Lu Pingsheng's cheerful voice came, "Laba, if you can hit the black spot on the bottle hanging under the tree with your slingshot, Brother Lu will treat you to eight-treasure duck at noon."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Miao saw the tiny Laba pulling the slingshot.
When the sound of breaking air was heard, the bottle hanging under the osmanthus tree cracked, so there was no way to verify whether the black spot was hit or not.
Laba is a quiet little guy on weekdays, but he actually has such thoughts.
"Okay, I'm in a good mood today. I'll call Deyilou and ask them to prepare the banquet."
When Lu Pingsheng turned around to make a phone call, he saw Wei Miao with shining eyes.
Seeing the little brat's expression when he heard about food, he remembered her unconscious appearance last night and said softly:
"Ah Miao, I want to order food, what do you want to eat?"
"Braised bamboo shoots, chicken bone sauce, sweet-scented osmanthus meat, eight-treasure chicken, Fengjing pig's trotter..."
Lu Pingsheng interrupted her and said helplessly: "Don't waste your breath, I'll list all the signs of Deyilou for you."
Wei Miao nodded rapidly, "I'm really hungry."
Seeing her pale face, Lu Pingsheng thought she was frightened by the gunshots last night. After all, Wei Ada also had an accident in a gunfight.
"Your aim is okay, but your strength is a little lacking." Yang Qiushi's honest voice sounded.
They both looked towards the yard at the same time, and saw him holding Laba's slingshot in his hand and pulling it towards the sky.
Something fell in the yard, and Ali Cat flew over, squatting under the eaves with a sparrow in its mouth.
Wei Miao looked at Lu Pingsheng, "Brother Lu, this guy is as good as Laba in being a sniper."
Lu Pingsheng looked at the two people, one big and one small, who were huddled together in the yard, with a burning gaze, and sighed:
“Misfortunes are often the root of blessings, and blessings are often the root of misfortunes. The ancients were not deceiving me.”