In this world, in this era, perhaps only those foreign adults wearing suits, sitting on rickshaws and smoking cigars, perhaps only they can be flattered by those with almost numb faces, nestling in their arms and letting them be.

You can feel the so-called romance in this cheongsam girl who raises and lowers her hands in broad daylight.

In the midst of Wei Ran's thoughts, Cao Duba also drove the car to the door of a foreign bank.

In addition to the words "Schweiger Foreign Trade Co., Ltd." written in Chinese characters on this foreign company, the words "Schweiger Trading Co., Ltd." are also written in German.

At Cao Dumb's greeting, Wei Ran pushed open the door and got out of the car, and followed him to the door of the foreign bank. However, Jasmine and Yao Canhua, who were sitting in the back seat, did not follow. They crossed the road and walked to the opposite clothing store with a signboard with only Chinese characters.

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Withdrawing his gaze and walking into the foreign bank, Wei Ran walked into an office under the leadership of Cao Duba.

Soon, a blond white man who looked to be in his thirties and wearing a white suit came in. He shook hands with Cao Duba enthusiastically and asked in standard Chinese, "Is it Miss Meixiang who wants to see me?"

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This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Hearing this, Cao Mute shook his head, raised his finger and pointed at Wei Ran, then made a hand gesture in the shape of a pistol, and then took it from his pocket

He took out an ID and showed it to the other party, then pointed at Wei Ran again.

"Come with me"

The white man didn't show any disappointment. He asked Wei Ran to follow him out of the office, walked up the stairs to the second floor, and walked into a room that was not that big.

"Sit on that chair," the blond white man said, having already picked up a camera that was originally placed on the table.

"Why are you taking pictures of me?" Weiran suddenly asked in German.

"Do you speak German?"

The white man looked at Wei Ran in surprise, then put down the camera in his hand, took the initiative to reach out to Wei Ran, and introduced himself in German, "I am Volker von Schweiger, from this foreign company."

manager."

"My German name is Victor. Of course, you can call me my Chinese name Wei Ran."

Wei Ran shook hands with the other party and asked in a joking tone, "Are you a Junker noble? Why can't I see the ugly honor scars on your face?"

"You know about honor scars?"

The manager of the foreign bank looked at Wei Ran who was shaking hands with him in surprise. This so-called honor scar was actually the scar left by the Junker nobles who liked to duel at every turn when their opponent stabbed their cheeks with a sword during a fencing duel.

That's all.

Although not 100% of all Junker nobles have this kind of scar, at least during World War I and World War II, those who had scars on their faces in the German army were 100% of Junker noble ancestry.

There is no doubt that honorary scars have also become a joke for the common people to the Junker nobles, even if the latter regard those stab wounds as glory.

However, when the manager of the foreign bank saw that Wei Ran did not answer his rhetorical question, he smiled and shook his head, picked up the camera again, and explained in German extraordinarily calmly, "I am not a nobleman, but in this far east

, Pretending to be a noble will indeed make it easier for me to do business.

Okay, sit down quickly, I'm going to take a photo for you, and in a few days you'll be able to get a driver's license that can be used in the concession. By the way, who are you, Miss Meixiang?"

"bodyguard"

Wei Ran sat on the chair, straightened his back, and asked in Chinese, "Are you a friend of Miss Mei Xiang?"

"Friends? They can be considered friends."

Walker first pressed the shutter on Wei Ran, and then explained, "Miss Mei Xiang is a very good dance partner and a very patient Chinese teacher.

Victor, we will meet often in the future, right here at Love Letters Apartment. Okay, you can stand up now, you still need a pistol, right?"

"Yes," Wei Ran stood up and responded, "What styles of pistols do you have here?"

"Do you have any requirements?" Walker put down the camera and asked, "Since you can speak German, I can give you a good discount."

"Do you have ppk?" Wei Ran asked casually.

"Chinese people seem to prefer Browning and Mauser products"

Walker said, then reached out and opened a drawer, showing off very proudly, "But I do have ppk, how about it? Do you want one? It comes with two extra magazines and two boxes of ammunition."

"Is it expensive?" Wei Ran asked cautiously.

"I told you that I will give you a pretty good discount, so it won't be very expensive."

As Walker spoke, he took out a cardboard box from the innermost side of the drawer and pushed it to Wei Ran, "Have you been to Germany?"

Hearing this, Wei Ran smiled with a strange expression on his face and joked casually, "I listened to Mr. Gerdorff's speech at the Krupp factory two years ago. He is a very contagious gentleman."

"I haven't been back for three years."

Walker said with emotion, "My wife just boarded the ship back to China a month ago, but it already feels like a century to me."

"Is your wife a Jew?" As Wei Ran spoke, he had already opened the paper box and took out a small ppk pistol and two magazines with thumb rests.

"Did Miss Meixiang tell you?" Walker asked with a smile.

"For the sake of your willingness to give me a discount."

Wei Ran took apart the small pistol in his hand for a more detailed inspection and said, "If you are willing to believe me, it is best to let your wife and family leave Germany within two years."

"Why?" Walker asked puzzledly.

"Do you sell film and batteries here?"

Wei Ran did not answer the other party's question, but slowly assembled the pistol that he had disassembled, "How much do I need to pay for this gun?"

"Miss Meixiang will pay the money for the weapons at the end of the month."

Seeing that Wei Ran didn't answer his question, Walker simply rummaged through a few boxes of ammunition and handed them to Wei Ran. He then changed the subject and asked, "What type of film and battery do you need? Miss Mei Xiang just made these things."

It was not mentioned in the phone call, so you need to pay for it yourself."

"certainly"

Wei Ran nodded matter-of-factly, and while taking the bullet, he also reported the model and quantity of film and battery he needed to the other party.

Without letting him wait long, Walker took what he needed and accepted the two banknotes in Wei Ran's hand.

After taking the change from the other party, Walker also handed Wei Ran a silver pocket watch. From what he meant, it seemed that this was what Miss Mei Xiang asked him to help prepare during the phone call she just made.

Without wasting too much time, Wei Ran said goodbye to Walker, went downstairs to meet Cao Mute and left the foreign company.

However, Cao Muba had no intention of opening the door and getting in the car. Instead, he gestured for him to follow him across the busy road, walked into a clothing store, and met Jasmine who was sitting at the table drinking tea.

"Dude"

Jasmine greeted the store clerk, then pointed at Wei Ran and said, "Measure him and make two sets of tunic suits and five shirts."

After saying that, Miss Jasmine asked Wei Ran again, "Are the shoes on your feet the right size?"

"A bit small," Wei Ran replied truthfully. The shoes on his feet were indeed a bit small.

"Bring him two more pairs of leather shoes, and I want them in this style."

After Jasmine said to the waiter, she immediately said to Wei Ran, "Take off your shoes and put them here. They were originally taken from this store temporarily."

Hearing this, Wei Ran obeyed the other party's instructions and took off his boots. With the help of the clerk, who looked about sixteen or seventy-seven, he changed into a pair of mid-top boots of the same style that was slightly larger than half a size, and got extra ones.

I bought a pair of replacement boots of the same style and a pair of round-top cloth shoes with mille-layer soles.

After finishing cleaning his feet, the clerk invited a tailor from the back room who looked to be in his forties or fifties to help Wei Ran measure the dimensions carefully.

Before he finished measuring, Yao Canhua also changed into a relatively more fitting gown and walked out.

After the guy finished measuring Wei Ran and agreed on a time to deliver it to his door, Jasmine and Cao Yaba took them into a barber shop not far away and gave them each a neat haircut.

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This was not over yet. Next, the two of them took him and Yao Canhua to buy some daily necessities such as towels, socks, and razors. Of course, they had to pay for these things themselves.

When they all purchased what they needed and returned to the entrance of Schweiger & Co., Cao Duba asked Wei Ran to sit in the driver's seat.

Seeing that the other party had a serious look on his face, Wei Ran handed what he was carrying to Jasmine in the back seat, started the car, and started driving happily without a license according to Cao Dumb's instructions on the slightly chaotic street.

Unlike the cars of later generations that could easily run more than 100 kilometers, the cars of this era only had a top speed of 50 or 60 kilometers per hour on the computer. This car had no seat belts at all, or even a headrest.

Coupled with the bustling flow of people on the road, he was actually just driving slowly at a speed of more than 20 kilometers per hour.

Such a slow pace didn't last long when he saw a beautiful building at the corner of the intersection directly ahead with the words "Jinmen Quanyechang" written on it.

Almost at the same time as he saw the building, Cao Yuba also signaled him to turn left in front.

When Wei Ran drove the car and stopped at the entrance of Quanyechang, Cao Mute lowered the window, put his hand into his mouth and blew a loud whistle.

Soon, a little guy who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old ran over with a cigarette box in his arms and asked particularly enthusiastically, "Uncle Cao, are they still Camel cigarettes?"

Mute Cao nodded when he heard this, and at the same time handed out a paper ticket, and made a scissor hand gesture to indicate the amount he wanted to buy.

Upon seeing this, the young man immediately took the money, took two packs of cigarettes from the wooden box and a pack of matches and handed them in through the car window.

"Young man, come here." Wei Ran waved to the young man.

"Here we come! What cigarettes do you want?" The young man came around from the front of the car and asked enthusiastically.

"One package for the front door, one package for the camel." Wei Ran said, and handed over a two-yuan note that was left over from the change he had just made for something he had just bought.

"There are 10-packs and 20-packs on the front door. Do you want it?"

"Twenty cigarettes," Wei Ran replied casually. Smoking was a task given by the metal book. He didn't dare to bet on whether smoking 10 less cigarettes a day would make the ancestor of the book unhappy.
To be continued...