Chapter 262: The Socialite

He Yuzhu took Zhao Ying to run through over a dozen underground banks in Waitan, but they could not find any information on that Dutchman, Martin.

"Why don't we just go to the pier and intercept him!" Zhao Ying said with some anxiety.

"Don't be impatient, there is one last bank." He Yuzhu led her into the bank where he had exchanged money when he first arrived in Shanghai.

Boss Chen pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, examined the photo carefully, and said: "This big Dutchman was indeed here last night; he exchanged all three thousand Big Ocean for US dollars."

"Is he returning to his country?" He Yuzhu pressed.

"Our line of work has rules; we cannot casually disclose information about our customers." Boss Chen shook his head.

He Yuzhu took out five hundred US dollars and placed them on the counter.

Boss Chen still shook his head.

He Yuzhu flipped his wrist and slammed two Box Cannons onto the counter.

Only then did Boss Chen sigh: "This man is named Martin, and he has been in Shanghai for some years. He was quite wealthy in his early years, but later he became infatuated with a woman and even mortgaged his villa."

"Where does that woman live?"

"1273 Xiafei Road." Boss Chen lowered his voice.

"How do you know so clearly?" Zhao Ying asked suspiciously.

"Once, Martin had an urgent matter; after he finished exchanging money here, he had me send the US dollars to this address. It was a beautiful woman who received the money."

He Yuzhu and Zhao Ying exchanged a look and quickly left the bank.

Boss Chen watched their retreating backs and calmly tucked the US banknotes into his sleeve.

The two followed the address and found 1273 Xiafei Road, seeing a grand three-story Western-style building from afar.

The melody of the "Wedding March" drifted from the courtyard, and two guards paced in front of the cast-iron gate.

"Could this bastard be using my money to hold a wedding here?" Zhao Ying gritted her teeth.

He Yuzhu told her to go to the Houyuan to investigate, while he straightened his collar and walked toward the main entrance.

"I am looking for Mr. Martin." He said to the guards in English.

"Mr. Martin is not available to see guests right now." As soon as the guard finished speaking, He Yuzhu saw that no one was around, and with a thought, he took both guards into his space.

Zhao Ying returned from the Houyuan and said: "There is no one in the Houyuan."

The two crept to the window of the living room under the twilight and saw a strange scene: the gramophone was playing wedding music, and the red-haired, bearded Martin was gazing infatuatedly at a young woman as white as snow.

That woman had bright eyes and white teeth, her curly hair like clouds, and she was holding *Paris* and reading softly.

"What kind of act is this?" He Yuzhu whispered into Zhao Ying's ear.

Zhao Ying was also full of confusion and was about to rush in, but was stopped by He Yuzhu: "Don't be impatient, let's watch a bit more."

At this moment, Martin rubbed his temples: "My dear Jenny, you have been reading for an hour, can we move on to the next part?"

"All right!" A native London accent came through.

Jenny gracefully went upstairs, and when she appeared again ten minutes later, she had changed into a green camisole nightgown.

The smooth silk set off her skin, which was fairer than snow, and at the slit of the skirt, her slender legs were faintly visible.

She leaned lazily against the door frame, gently stroking her curly hair, flames burning in her eyes, her red lips parting slightly: "Baby, come on!"

He Yuzhu got goosebumps and blurted out: "Good grief, this is playing cosplay!"

Zhao Ying pinched him hard: "Speak human language!"

"It's role-playing!" He Yuzhu explained.

"What the heck is that?" Zhao Ying continued to ask.

"I told you, you wouldn't understand!" He Yuzhu whispered.

"I don't understand, but you do! Have you played this with Xiao Si?" Zhao Ying teased in a low voice.

"Don't talk nonsense!" He Yuzhu said.

Before he finished speaking, Martin had already impatiently picked up the woman, and heavy footsteps sounded "thump, thump, thump."

The woman's coquettish laughter made He Yuzhu stir. Immediately, he felt a pain in his waist; it was Zhao Ying pinching him fiercely.

"You little brat, you don't learn anything good, you just like watching this! Satisfied now!" Zhao Ying scolded.

Before long, sounds that made one blush and heart beat fast came from upstairs.

Hearing such loud noises, Zhao Ying also stopped in her tracks.

He Yuzhu nudged Zhao Ying and said: "This woman has a really bright voice!"

Zhao Ying snorted coldly: "I don't care if her voice is bright or not; if she took my money, she has to spit it out." She pulled out a Walther PPK Pistol and was about to rush upstairs.

He Yuzhu stepped back and said: "Sister, I'm not an adult yet! It's not appropriate for me to see this kind of scene, so I won't go up with you."

Soon, a chaotic commotion came from upstairs.

He Yuzhu took advantage of this gap to carefully search the living room and study, and soon discovered a hidden safe on the wall.

With a thought, the more than thirty thousand US dollars and jewelry in the safe entered his space.

"This woman is truly amazing; just by changing a few clothes and posing, she can make a businessman lose his entire fortune. She really earns money while lying down!" He Yuzhu muttered to himself.

Zhao Ying came down from upstairs, waving the US dollars in her hand: "Found back over two thousand. Fortunately, this bastard hadn't spent it all."

"Why didn't you just finish him off?"

"He's just a poor wretch whose mind was clouded by lust," Zhao Ying curled her lips, "kicking his leg until it broke counts as a lesson."

"If you ask me, such people deserve to die." He Yuzhu sneered, "I'm afraid he hasn't just swindled you."

Zhao Ying was startled and sighed: "Forget it, let him keep his dog life." She suddenly turned to He Yuzhu and reached out meaningfully: "With your habit of plucking a feather from every passing goose, you didn't come back empty-handed this trip, did you?"

He Yuzhu took five thousand US dollars from his backpack and handed them over: "That's all there is. This British woman is really something; she managed to bewitch a pirate just by changing a few clothes!"

Zhao Ying took the money, weighed it, and smiled enigmatically: "You're getting more and more slippery. Based on that woman's looks, she definitely earned more than just this, right?"

He Yuzhu took out some more jewelry: "These are for my sister."

"Xiao Si is so lucky to have someone thinking of her!"

"Where are we going next?" He Yuzhu asked.

"Accompany me to watch a movie, eat, drink, and have fun!"

Inside the Grand Cinema, the color film *The Red Shoes* was currently showing.

Zhao Ying was mesmerized, but He Yuzhu could not muster any interest in these old ballet films and felt a bit drowsy.

Just as the lead actress leaped into the air, He Yuzhu suddenly lifted his head, and Zhao Ying turned her face, her two soft lips pressing against his without a word.

He Yuzhu shuddered, freezing as if he had been electrocuted. Since his transmigration, this was the first time a woman had treated him this way.

The light and shadow of the screen enveloped the two of them in a flickering halo, and neither had any intention of pulling away first.

When the movie ended, Zhao Ying whispered in his ear: "Rest assured, I won't tell Xiao Si about what happened today."

Ten days later, the cargo ship was about to set sail.

He Yuzhu handed Shen Shichang over to Zhao Ying.

As soon as Shen Shichang woke up, he began to make a huge scene.

"If I don't leave, do you dare to kill me?" Shen Shichang asked, emboldened and unafraid.

"You killed Xiao Si's biological mother," Zhao Ying said, disengaging the safety on her Pistol. "Just because she won't kill you doesn't mean I won't. If you don't go to the United States, I will kill you right now and tell her that you jumped into the sea out of guilt."

Seeing that Zhao Ying was not someone to be trifled with, Shen Shichang turned to He Yuzhu: "He Yuzhu, if you take me back to Beiping, I definitely won't cause you any trouble!"

"No!" He Yuzhu resolutely rejected him.

Shen Shichang immediately changed his tune and cursed: "You little bastard, I know you have designs on Xiao Si! As long as I am alive, I won't let you two be together!"

He Yuzhu laughed: "Uncle, you are so petty. I have never had any improper thoughts about my cousin."

Seeing there was no room for negotiation, Shen Shichang cursed loudly: "You are all wolf cubs. Without me before, could you have made it? Now that you feel I'm blocking your path, you want to get rid of me... Fine, I'll go!" Shen Shichang suddenly laughed maniacally, "I'll go! Hahaha..." Having lost his power, he seemed to have lost everything.

He laughed until he cried. He thought of many past events, thought of his youthful spirit, thought of his imposing manner when he was an official, and thought of the voices and smiles of his wife and seven concubines...

Watching the departing cargo ship, He Yuzhu shook his head slightly, lamenting how this world toys with people.

He went to the cargo warehouse at the pier and loaded the equipment from the Beijing Bicycle Factory and some grain into his space; these were all to be brought back to Beiping.

When He Yuzhu returned to the hotel, he felt a bit lonely. The time spent with Zhao Ying over these past few days had been quite pleasant, and now all he could recall were her smiling faces.

He Yuzhu shook his head, cutting off those unrealistic thoughts, and upon returning to the hotel, he called Liu Rusi.

"Sister, your father has already boarded the ship safely. He was quite happy when he left, and even said, even said he wants to marry you off to me in the future!"

"You brat, you're spouting nonsense. I'll kill you when I get back!" Liu Rusi scolded.

"I'm bringing the convoy back soon, it might take half a month," He Yuzhu said.

"More than half of China is at war, remember to take a detour! Don't rush into the battlefield," Liu Rusi said with concern.