HCB Chapter 244: Busy supporting the family in the foreign land
Chapter 244: Busy supporting the family in the foreign land
He hadn't seen Wei Miao for a long time since he last met her at that bastard Wu Ziyang's wedding.
Today, the boy was wearing a suit and tie, had his hair done, had a handsome face, and had been with the man named Lu for a long time, so he looked like a nobleman.
I can't remember at all what I saw of the poor boy on the overpass.
Wei Miao smiled and said, "Brother Wang, I haven't thanked you yet."
Wang Sanqiang leaned comfortably on the leather seat in the back seat and waved his hand nonchalantly:
"It's just a small favor. If you say that others are communists, I believe it, Mr. Nong and Mr. Lu..."
He looked Wei Miao up and down, but didn't say anything more.
Although these two men are both good, one is greedy for money and the other is greedy for food, and neither of them looks like a communist.
He saw with his own eyes that Wei Miao and the young lady from the Japanese gendarmerie were very close.
Now Lu Pingsheng has shown great friendliness towards this Communist. If the Communist bandits were of this character, the authorities would have to worry.
After a few pleasantries, Wang Sanqiang asked Wei Miao tentatively, "I heard that Mr. Bai is also at this party?"
Wei Miao thought for a moment and realized that Mr. Bai was Bai Xingzhou. He nodded and whispered:
"There are Marshal Lu, Mr. Zeng, Mr. Bai, and several famous young men and women, celebrities and scholars. It's quite lively."
Looking at the uniform on Wang Sanqiang, Wei Miao said:
"I heard that the eldest son of the Municipal Police Commissioner is also here."
When Wang Sanqiang heard this, he instantly perked up. His small eyes opened a little, and a gleam of light flashed in his pupils.
Today, the Public Concession Municipal Police Department has two commissioners, who are the highest-ranking officers in the entire police system.
Wang Sanqiang is now the inspector, and above him are the assistant deputy director, deputy director, and director.
The director is his boss.
The director mentioned by Wei Miao relies heavily on the locals, and secondly on the Indians, and is very cold towards the Chinese.
He is now preparing to marry a foreign woman to change his status. If he can establish this relationship, and with his money as a tool, it will not be impossible for him to move up to the next level.
In this place called Shiliyangchang, unless you don't join in, you have to climb to the top if you join in. If you can't stand firmly, there are many people who want to push you down.
What's more, he has a great grudge...
Thinking of this, Wang Sanqiang lowered his eyes, not wanting to reveal his resentment.
Wei Miao was so sensitive to emotions that she just sat there obediently without moving, only sighing quietly in her heart.
Wang Sanqiang pondered for a moment and adjusted Lu Pingsheng's position in his mind again.
Ever since his wife was forced to death at Wu Ziyang's wedding, he began to feel some resentment towards Lu Pingsheng.
After all, that crazy woman was nominally Lu Pingsheng's fiancée.
He didn’t think a man who couldn’t even manage a woman would have any great future, if Lu Pingsheng hadn’t really been kind to him…
But today, Lu Pingsheng came personally and invited him to attend the banquet.
He wanted to refuse at first, but after listening to the people attending the party, he was moved.
He occasionally saw these people at parties, but they wouldn't even glance at him.
Not to mention establishing any friendship with him, a little-known inspector.
Now with Lu Pingsheng's introduction, things are different.
He happened to meet Ono So who came to see him. Lu Pingsheng just said something polite, and the little guy agreed without hesitation.
By the time the car arrived at the entrance of the dance hall, the four people in the car were still chatting happily.
The doorman drove the car attentively, Lu Pingsheng handed him a tip and told him the name of the box.
The doorman smiled and said, "It turns out that it is Mr. Lu who is here. Young Master Lu has instructed that you should bring him up directly when you arrive."
Lu Pingsheng knew that a person with Lu Shaojie's arrogant personality would definitely not say such words. At most, he would tell which friends were coming.
But he still looked as if his vanity was satisfied, and gave the doorman another ten francs as a tip and had him taken into the ballroom.
The doorman's smile became even more sincere, and he led the person in attentively and went up to the private room on the second floor.
"The second floor is reserved by Young Master Lu today," said the doorman.
Wei Miao curled his lips. Lu Shaojie was nothing. In the end, it was the prodigal son Zeng Baoyi who had to pay for it.
She finally understood why Lu Shaojie, the only son of a warlord, could play with Zeng Baoyi.
If she had a friend who was a spendthrift and very generous, she would not care about his status and have fun with him happily.
Although the second floor is much smaller than the first, it is extremely luxuriously decorated, and even the waiters are more handsome than those on the first floor.
Most of the dances in the foreign concessions were the same, with drinks, food, celebrities, and special rooms for smoking opium.
Lu Pingsheng took his old friend Wang Sanqiang and new friend Ono Zong to look for the host of the banquet, while Wei Miao's eyes were naturally looking for the food bar.
When she looked towards the dessert bar, she actually saw someone she hadn't seen for a long time.
Charlotte, the daughter of the British consul, was looking at the dessert in front of her with a frown, feeling very conflicted.
Wei Miao stepped forward and greeted her, "Dear Miss Charlotte, long time no see."
Charlotte stared at the half-grown boy in front of her with her clear blue eyes, and it took her a while before she remembered Wei Miao.
"Long time no see, how are you?" Charlotte forgot the name of the boy in front of her and felt a little embarrassed.
No matter how many delicious foods Wei Miao had eaten, she was always in a good mood whenever new food appeared in front of her, so she did not notice that her name had been forgotten.
Even if she found that her name had been forgotten, she didn't care much.
"Are you hesitating about which one to choose?" Wei Miao asked.
Charlotte nodded, "My maid said my waist is too thick and needs attention."
Just as the noble ladies in the East bound their feet, the noble ladies in Europe still retain the custom of corseting their waists.
She looked up literature and felt that corsets were as cruel as foot binding: one would suffocate to death, while the other would cause death from pain.
In the end, they all died in torture.
But even if she suffers just to please a man.
Today, while progressive people denounce foot binding as a feudal evil, they think that corseting is a very high-class and elegant thing.
Wei Miao didn't know whether this was progress or regression.
Just like when she saw the announcement in the newspaper that traditional Chinese medicine would be abolished, she asked Lu Pingsheng in confusion.
“Does the development of Western medicine necessarily mean the abandonment of traditional Chinese medicine?”
Lu Pingsheng remained silent for a long time, and just moved boxes of ancient medical books and various documents into his home.
"Can a nation that denies its own country's heritage really stand up?" Wei Miao asked Lu Pingsheng a soul-searching question.
Lu Pingsheng was silent for a long time again.
He can't even change the fate of a single person, so how can he change an era?
He certainly knows that what he is doing now is a devastating blow to Chinese medicine culture.
But there was nothing he could do.
Because he is not a miracle doctor or a politician, he cannot use Chinese medicine to make an alternative to sulfa drugs and penicillin.
The times are progressing and civilization is awakening. In such a tide of the times, no one cares about these details.
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