003 Conspiracy???? The little sixth and little swallow are obviously very happy. Jumping up and down. Children from poor families are generally more interested in going to school, new clothes and so on. Wu Quan has no expression, guessing that he is guessing what's going on in his heart.

  Old Wang also didn't bother to explain much.

  The following Sunday, Old Wang came alone to the church early in the morning. From afar, he saw Brother De receiving visiting believers.

  Old Wang didn't go forward to chat either, standing on one side watching the monk.

  Before long, everyone outside had entered the church. The priest was just about to enter the church when he noticed a person next to him smiling at him.

  The priest walked up to Old Wang and said, "Child of God, why don't you go inside and listen to the Lord's teachings?"

  Old Wang smiled and said: "I may have something here that interests you more."

  "Oh, let's take a look." The priest scanned around and found no one else nearby.

  "I heard that when you became the master here, there was a very artistic title called proxy."

  The priest bowed and said: "It's all the same for the Lord."

  Old Wang heard the priest's tone was insincere and directly asked:

  "I might have a way to help you get rid of those two words 'agent'." Old Wang gave the priest a mysterious wink.

  The priest's eyes lit up noticeably, he didn't say anything but his expression had already given himself away.

  The priest looked at Old Wang with a sharp gaze and said, "I remember that you Chinese have a proverb, 'No gain without effort', are you helping me just to admire my loyalty to the Lord?"

  "I just want to call more people to accept the Lord's calling, I have a few devout little disciples, those are the ones you saw that day. I want them to read your church elementary school."

  The priest shook his head: "Church elementary schools are all children of officials and nobles. Your few little disciples may not be suitable, I'm afraid."

  Old Wang leaned in close to the priest and said in a low voice: "As far as I know, there are still some children inside your church, right?"

  The priest stared: "You mean to have them join our church and live here?"

  Old Wang nodded, and the priest's head shook like a rattle drum.

  "No way, absolutely no way! You know how much it costs for a child to finish elementary school..."?

  Before he could finish speaking, Old Wang leaned in close to the godfather's ear and whispered: "As long as you do what I say, what you get will be much more than what you put in."

  Looking at the priest's hesitant expression, Old Wang continued: "You have no way to retreat now. If possible, you might become a hero of the British Empire in the Far East."

  The priest was finally moved, anyway, at most it would be three children who would eat and live here for free, the church would pay, and he wouldn't harm his own interests.

  "You're a clever person, I'm not worried. In any case, the three kids are in my hands, at most I'll just drive them out. Alright, come tomorrow and bring the person over."

  Old Wang bowed to the priest and turned around to leave. When he returned home, he didn't see a few of the kids. He remembered that a few days ago when he was free, he had asked Little Liu's son to take him to the legendary place where he used to hang out, and he knew the kids were worried about not having food to eat so they went out again.

  Afraid of being poor, afraid of being hungry.

  Old Wang suddenly thought of his mother, who always wanted rice no matter what time it was. The reason was that she had been scared of hunger since childhood and felt secure when seeing rice. Xiaos said that as long as he could guarantee that his family had at least 200 kilograms of rice, his mother would feel warm inside, and tears would fall uncontrollably. He feared that he might never be able to return again.

  Wiped away tears near the intersection, afraid of being seen by the kids.

  As I walked out of the alley, I found the whole street was filled with soldiers. The dust rose several feet high.

  Old Wang carefully observed the equipment of this group of soldiers. As a World War II enthusiast, Old Wang was very familiar with it, and at a glance, he saw the German-made M35 steel helmet on the soldiers' heads. Old Wang knew that Chiang Kai-shek was preparing to take action. In the past two days, there have been some student demonstrations and protests in the streets, scolding those who did not resist and scolding the cowardly Nationalist army. Old Wang usually didn't participate. It wasn't that Old Wang was unpatriotic, but he was afraid that if he got too deeply involved in this society, he would inadvertently change the course of the war due to the butterfly effect. Although there were many unsatisfactory aspects during the war, if the outcome allowed Old Wang to unintentionally make a change, then Old Wang would not forgive himself.

  Suddenly, Old Wang remembered that when he was in college, he had chosen a course on quantum mechanics by chance. At the time, the teacher said that the butterfly effect sometimes does not hold true, and according to the uncertainty principle, some things are uncertain. So, it seems that he can do whatever he wants now.

  Old Wang shook his head and got rid of the strange idea. The most important thing now was to find the three kids. Finally, at the end of the street, he saw the three kids eating buns outside a bun shop!

  Seeing Old Wang, Little Swallow flew over like a swallow, holding the bun in her hand and sending it to Old Wang's mouth. Old Wang dodged while saying: "I don't want to eat."

  Then asked: "Where did you guys get the money to eat baozi?"

  Old Wang thought: it should be either stolen or wanted. However, Old Wang deeply knew the importance of self-esteem for children. The matter must be investigated first.

  Xiao Liu Zi smiled and said: "Today the National Army counterattacked into Shanghai, our street is Chinese again. The baozi shop's baozi are all free today." Xiao Si said "chi yue chi shou chi fa"

  Old Wang patted Xiaoliu's head in praise, looked up at the sign of this shop - Zhao Family Baozi. This should be the baozi shop that is often stolen from.

  Wu Quan seemed to know what Old Wang was thinking, and leaned in close, saying in a low voice: "Actually, every time I steal buns, it's because I'm really hungry. As long as I don't take too many, Boss Zhao will pretend not to see. In two days, you'll be taking us to school, and who knows if we'll ever see Boss Zhao again? So I came to take a look."

  Working people are always the kindest in the world. Old Wang remembered that when he was a child, he read Mr. Lu Xun's "Young Run" and didn't define picking a melon to quench thirst as stealing. How did society progress and human nature become thinner? The rich flavor of the buns made Old Wang decide to thank them, so he walked into the baozi shop.

  Zhao the shopkeeper had a face full of wrinkles, and was in his fifties. He wore an apron around his waist, and when he saw Old Wang walk in, he hastily nodded and bowed.

  Old Wang thought to himself: So those who abduct and sell women and children are also considered part of the underworld, huh? Ordinary people really don't dare to mess with them.

  Old Wang, afraid of startling him, said: "What's the need for such courtesy, Zhao boss? I just came to bid farewell. We've been neighbors for so long and tomorrow we'll be leaving. It's really a bit hard to part with."

  Mr. Zhao's old face turned bright red, and Old Wang thought to himself, it seems that the person in front didn't bully him for nothing. Mr. Zhao is an honest man, don't think I'm here to extort you.

  Old Wang turned around and left. He called out to Xiaoliu to take him to find Xu Hu. After turning a corner, they arrived at a side street. Old Wang understood why Xu Hu wanted his own place now. This area was too remote. Xu Hu was actually following a child on the ground, pretending to be crippled and begging!

  Old Wang walked over and squatted down in front of Xu Hu.

  "I'm going on a long trip with a few kids. You can have my place if you want it!"

  Before Xu Hu had time to react, Old Wang stood up and left.

  Xu Hu thought he should be very happy, but the little devils would return to this military buffer zone in a few days, and then the beggar's day would be even harder.

  Never mind, after all, I can't control everything myself.

  Old Wang took the three of them to get new clothes, a new bedspread, and some tools, then returned to his own den to fix up the broken house. When everything was done, Old Wang called the children over and instructed them: "Tomorrow you will be going to the Anglican Mission School in the British concession, where you will eat and live. All of the students there are from wealthy families, so you must endure."

  Wu Guan said: "Brother Wang, don't worry! What's more humiliating than being a beggar? We can do it!"

  Old Wang thought to himself, "With this guy around, nothing big should happen. Anyway, you guys won't be able to study for many years. Four years later, when the US and UK declare war on Japan, I'll have to take you away before that happens. In four years' time, you can just learn some basic characters and math."

  At night when sleeping, Old Wang lay on the wooden board thinking that sending these children away would also be a relief, and he should think about what to do with himself.

  The next day, Lao Wang asked the church's pastor what specific plans he had.

  Old Wang asked him: "What do you think of the current situation in Shanghai, especially with regards to the Japanese?"

  Bai De said without thinking: "Haven't your troops already arrived, my friends in the government told me that the war will start tomorrow and the Japanese will be driven back to the sea."

  Old Wang shook his head.

  Bai De's expression was strange as he asked, "You have so little confidence in your own army?"

  Old Wang sighed and said: "To be honest, I don't have any confidence at all."

  Old Wang said: "You have recently stockpiled a batch of materials, here is the list. If it's really not possible, just borrow some money from other places, and someone will naturally foot the bill for you."

  "Beidi stared at Lao Wang with anger and shouted: "Wang, didn't you tell me that hoarding is the way to go? At most, it can only make money, but it can't solve my agency problem."

  Old Wang knew he had no cards left and could only intimidate him into surrendering.

  Ma Shang also opened his eyes and said: "Father, you have no choice now. If I expose your affairs, you can't be an agent."

  The priest's face turned red with rage and he cursed: "Despicable Chinese, you took my money and now you're threatening me."

  Old Wang knew he couldn't push too far. He immediately softened his tone and said, "Father, my plan is very complicated. If I tell you the details, it won't work. Moreover, there's a lot of important information that I can't reveal to you. You have to trust me if you want to believe me. Besides, don't I still have three little hostages in your hands?"

  The priest's expression softened a bit upon hearing this. "So you're saying I should just do what you tell me to do, without asking why."

  Old Wang felt a bit embarrassed, "Father, this condition is indeed harsh. But to achieve great things, can't we take some risks? My life was saved by you, I won't harm you."

  The priest looked at the list and said in his mouth: "Things are not too bad, you go back first, I'll think about it."

  Old Wang knew that saying anything else would be useless, so he obediently went back to wait for news. The next day, Old Wang went out during the day to take a look at the situation, but as a result, there were guns and cannons firing continuously outside. Old Wang knew that both sides had clashed and would fight for about four months, causing huge casualties to the Japanese army in the Battle of Shanghai.

  It seems like I should go there and make some preparations now.