Wei Honglang was listening on the sidelines and was also very curious, but he could not behave like his daughter, so he could only interrupt the discussion between the two on the pretext of eating.

As long as he doesn't hear it again today, he won't think about it anymore, but doesn't he have to be curious? Anyway, the answer will be revealed tomorrow.

Shortly after the meal, Dafang left on his rusty foreign car.

Foreign cars are bicycles in other worlds.

It's just that people in this part of the world and this country don't know how to build such a car.

They are all imported from foreigners, or foreigners set up factories in China, hire high-paying technical personnel from foreign countries, and build them domestically.

Therefore, people have formed the habit of calling it "foreign car".

After leaving, Dafang did not rush back to his home on the outskirts of the city. Instead, he went to Mengzhou City, a street with the most beautiful buildings and the widest pavement.

There are many landscape trees planted on both sides of the street.

There are also artificially planted and trimmed lawns and flowerbeds in the gaps between trees.

The various styles of buildings on the street were originally the homes of many dignitaries.

At that time, the situation was turbulent.

In some distant cities, there were reports of families like theirs being looted and bullied by warlords one after another.

As a result, these high-ranking officials and dignitaries relied on their connections to find new places to stay and moved away from Mengzhou.

It is said that some of them went abroad through trust relationships, and some went to safer cities managed by big warlords.

Shortly after these people left, Mengzhou City was occupied by several warlords one after another.

Several warlords who have occupied this city have chosen to lead their close subordinates and their respective families to live on this street.

This street had different names during the periods of occupation by different warlords.

Its current name is Jiangmi Street.

After entering Jiangmi Street, Dafang couldn't find his home in Zhuangxiang for a while.

Simply put, there are many subordinates of the warlord on the street.

She looked around and selected a lone man wearing an ordinary sergeant's uniform. Then she pushed her bicycle over and blocked the man's path.

After the man was stopped, he glanced at Da Fang's broken bicycle, immediately took off the long gun on his shoulder, and pointed it at her.

"Stop...what are you doing? Didn't you see the clothes on me? You don't have eyes when you walk? You dare to bump into me, don't you want to live?"

"Uncle, I was just passing by and wanted to ask you something."

Da Fang smiled flatteringly as he spoke and took out a gold dollar from his pocket.

When the man saw the money, his eyes lit up and he said unconsciously: "Who is your uncle? But...for the sake of money...

"Tell me, what do you want to ask about? I want to know whose concubine has stolen someone on this street, and whose man is afraid of his concubine. I can tell you. However, we have agreed in advance that one

Gold dollars are only enough to say one thing..."

"I just want to know the address of Marshal Feng's adjutant, Zhuang Xiang, and some information about his family," Da Fang said truthfully.

When the man heard this, he immediately glared and pressed the muzzle of his gun against Da Fang's heart.

She quickly pretended to be panicked, and then tremblingly explained: "Be careful... to be honest, my surname is Zhuang, and I am a distant relative of Mr. Zhuang.

"Right now, I'm asking about his family situation. I also want to see if I can recognize him as a relative and move around more on weekdays."

After hearing this, the man looked at Dafang with disdain. No matter how he looked at her, she didn't look like a rich person. He was afraid that she was another poor relative who had been separated by who knows how many generations.

Ever since Marshal Feng occupied Mengzhou City and led his men to live in Jiangmi Street, he had encountered this kind of thing several times on this street.

But he had also heard that among these people, none of them had succeeded in "recognizing their relatives."

However, there is no guarantee that this project will not succeed today.

But he also felt that he really couldn't afford the risk of offending his superior.

Therefore, he reached out and snatched the gold yuan from Da Fang's hand, intending to walk away as if he had never met her before.

But at this time, Dafang took out a gold ticket worth one hundred gold dollars from his pocket and dangled it in front of his eyes.
Chapter completed!