Chapter 109: Busy raising a family in a foreign land 109
Chapter 109: Busy raising a family in a foreign land 109
The man in front of me was very handsome, with a particularly beautiful pair of eyes and fair skin. The way he tried to please women was like a dog.
Lin Zijian, the gangster, was even more certain that this person was a blackmailer. (Note 1)
Therefore, his attitude became even more arrogant, and he said loudly:
"Do you know whose party this is? It's the party of the Chinese Inspector Wang Sanqiang. It's full of celebrities. Not just anybody in a shirt and dress can go in and try to make connections."
Wu Ziyang narrowed his eyes slightly. He had been born into a wealthy family. Even during those years when his parents and brothers were gone, he had never suffered such contempt because of his uncle.
What's more, ever since he became the deputy chief inspector, everyone who sees him is hunched over.
Wu Ziyang looked at the ignorant bastard in front of him with a hint of sharpness in his peach blossom eyes, and anger rose in his heart.
If Xiaoya hadn't been interested, he wouldn't have wanted to attend this damn party.
He was just a low-level scoundrel, and he didn't even take the inspector seriously.
Thinking of Li Xiaoya's body, he suppressed his anger.
He originally felt that it was inappropriate for Xiaoya to come out despite her injuries, and now was a good opportunity for him to go back.
Because of Lin Zijian's shouting, a lot of people quickly gathered at the door. People form circles, and the circles are so small. If you squeeze in, others will have to leave.
According to the receptionist at the door, these two people are planning to sneak into the dance without an invitation?
There are too many people like this in Shanghai, so their expressions are full of disdain.
Some people knew the relationship between Lin Zijian and Wang Sanqiang, and in order to please him, they pointed fingers at the two of them and spoke very unpleasantly.
Wu Ziyang looked at Lin Zijian coldly. He could attend such gatherings every day in the French Concession. His face was the invitation. When had he ever brought such a thing?
I didn't expect to be underestimated by a watchdog tonight. He lowered his head and said to Li Xiaoya, who looked pale:
"Xiaoya, let's go home."
Li Xiaoya was reluctant, but if she insisted in this situation, not only would Wu Ziyang become suspicious, but Lu Pingsheng and Wei Miao would also find it strange.
The thing a lurker hates most is unreasonableness.
It was an unreasonable request for her to insist on Wu Ziyang bringing her to the party, and it was also unreasonable for her to insist on going in when she was being harassed.
So she nodded guiltily:
"Brother Ziyang, I came out to relax, but I didn't expect to embarrass you."
Wu Ziyang would never blame him, and said to her gently:
"We went to Lu Xile Yi to eat Italian food."
Xileyi is an Italian western restaurant, which is also known as "Louis's Private Kitchen" by the upper class and is quite famous.
Li Xiaoya nodded happily, as if she really came out just to relax.
"Oh, you are quite good at pretending. If you go to Xileyi, you must put on all your clothes before you can enter the restaurant."
Seeing so many people coming to watch the fun, Lin Zijian became even more excited.
He poked his teeth and staggered in front of the two of them. His eyes fell on Wu Ziyang's handsome face and a look of jealousy flashed across his face.
These white-collar gangs are all good-looking, good at making money and getting beautiful women.
He leaned over to Wu Ziyang and said obscenely:
"I know you're a swindler. This woman is pretty. She looks delicate and frail. She must be very wild in bed... If..."
He looked at Li Xiaoya with a wanton and sticky gaze, which was disgusting and vulgar.
The people behind him also smiled maliciously, as if the man and woman in front of them were not good people.
Wu Ziyang felt Li Xiaoya shivering in his arms. Anger surged to his forehead, and he raised his hand and slapped Lin Zijian.
This was not enough, he slapped the bastard in the face and kicked him again.
A series of accidents happened in the blink of an eye. By the time people around him reacted, Lin Zijian had already fallen to the ground with his face covered, howling in pain.
The two bloody teeth look quite beautiful under the neon light.
The people around hurriedly moved away, leaving only Lin Zijian's lackeys and the International Settlement patrolman who ran over with guns pointed.
"Little pretty boy, you are so blind that you don't even look carefully at who you hit. You provoked someone you shouldn't have provoked. You are dead today."
After shouting, the man ran into the hotel, probably to look for Wang Sanqiang.
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Wei Miao and Lu Pingsheng entered the banquet hall, looked at its magnificent state, and looked at each other.
"Brother Lu, didn't he spend all his family property to save his life?"
Lu Pingsheng took a glass of orange juice from the tray of a passing waiter and handed it to Wei Miao, then smiled and said:
"Do you know what Vanity Fair is? He has become the new inspector, and many people are eager to donate money and effort. Believe it or not, he didn't spend a penny at the banquet tonight, and he even had to accept gifts until his hands were full."
Wei Miao drank a sip of the sweet and sour juice and tilted his head and said:
"No wonder the brother-in-law at the door looked at us strangely, it turns out that the two of us came here empty-handed."
Seeing the little brat's progress, Lu Pingsheng raised his glass and clinked it with hers, teasing:
"He said he wanted to thank his savior. How could a savior give a big gift? He would have to give a bigger gift in return."
After hearing this, Wei Miao's eyes flashed with regret, and he curled his lips and said:
“Brother Lu, you deliberately didn’t remind me, it’s okay for me to order a bouquet of flowers.”
They seldom moved around in the International Settlement and didn't know many people. The two of them found a corner and bickered with each other while looking at Wang Sanqiang who was greeting some foreigners in the distance.
"The spring breeze is blowing, and the horses are galloping. In one day, I can see all the flowers in Chang'an."
When Lu Pingsheng heard her sigh, he almost spit out the wine in his mouth.
The little boy has a photographic memory and an astonishing reading speed. He will get to the bottom of things he wants to understand, but he is too lazy to care about things he doesn't like.
So this kind of irrelevant words often come out of her mouth. The meaning is right, but the artistic conception is not good at all.
"Hahaha, this kid's insights are very unique." A hearty and pleasant voice came from behind.
Wei Miao turned around and recognized who the person was.
It was Bai Xingzhou, the passionate young man whom Wang Sanqiang shot and saved.
"My name is Bai Xingzhou, from Jinling." He extended his hand towards Lu Pingsheng.
Lu Pingsheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook hands with him, "Lu Pingsheng, I'm an antique dealer."
Bai Xingzhou raised his hand towards Wei Miao and said, "Hello, little friend."
Wei Miao shook hands with him solemnly, "Wei Miao, I am Mr. Lu's translator."
Bai Xingzhou raised his eyebrows in surprise. He had just arrived in this bustling city and knew that there would be an interpreter at such gatherings, but he did not expect that there would be a half-grown child serving as an interpreter.
"You just said he was riding high and galloping, but that was a wrong description."
Wei Miao was curious, "I saw that Inspector Wang looked very happy, how could I have described him wrongly?"
"Although this line of poetry was written by Meng Jiao after he passed the imperial examination at the age of 46, later generations mostly use it to describe young people with high spirits and ambitions."
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Note 1: The "Chaibai Gang" refers to a special social group that uses sex to defraud and seek profits by defrauding money and sex.
They practice the "Three Whites" doctrine, namely, eating free food, watching free plays, and sleeping free (with the opposite sex).
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