The morning after Ye Fan and Tang Ruoxue arrived in Baocheng, Longdu, the Fifth Hutong, and the Tangmen Courtyard.
Compared to the strong winds and rains in Baocheng, the dragons are much calmer, but the sky is also gloomy and unspeakable.
Grandma's dog weather! Near six o'clock, Tang Shi'er came out of a car, cursed God, and then walked into the yard with a box.
He was familiar with the passage through the corridor and came to the garden behind. He saw Tang Pingfan reading a book with a book.
The evolutionary history of banknote casting.
The old man sat straight in the pavilion, with his focused expression and a converging posture, making people feel that the entire pavilion is filled.
Tang Pingfan did not walk over, but just stood quietly outside. For about half an hour, he walked forward with a smile when he saw Tang Pingfan put down his books.
He took the basin from the servant's hand and walked over: "Brother, wipe your hands."
Tang Shi'er has a lot of strength in playing with walnuts all year round, and it doesn't seem difficult to hold the basin with one hand.
"Come here so early, have you got the stuff?"
Tang Pingfan took the hot towel and wiped it, asking lightly.
"Remaining the mission!"
Tang Shi'er smiled and then put the black box on the stool: "Although Xiong Tianjun and Ye Fan are tricky, they are still a little tenderer than us."
"Embrella Bank has eliminated and beaten the market, and got the things without much loss."
He added: "It seems that the Duanmu family is right in judgment. Tang Ruoxue is indeed Ye Fan's biggest weakness."
“No loss does not mean no effort.”
Tang Pingfan snorted: "This time, we have used a lot of manpower and material resources, and even put the Emperor Bank in a whirlpool and became the target of public criticism!"
"We have nothing to be proud of."
He threw the towel into the basin and unbuttoned a button.
Seeing this, Secretary Jiang immediately served Tang Pingfan’s breakfast.
Three small buns, a bowl of white porridge, and a plate of pickled vegetables.
It was very ordinary and light, but Tang Pingfan picked up the chopsticks and tasted it with relish.
"Don't worry, brother, Duanmu Feng has already written and directed a play, causing a force to attack his imperial team and snatch the template from him."
Tang Shi'er hurriedly comforted her: "So the rest of the forces staring at the template will not find Duanmufeng, and there will be no trouble for Dihao Bank."
Tang Pingfan didn't have much trouble: "I heard that this time he made Ye Fan and Wei Hong confront them?"
"Ye Fan is really a bastard, Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death."
When Tang Shi'er heard about his success, he was indignant, and the walnuts he took out were clattering: "Hundreds of elite soldiers in the Dragon God Temple, Long Po Pan, Yu Wenlong, such a powerful camp and strength, not only did he kill Ye.
Instead, let him kill all the former."
"Even the Revenge was driven back to Baocheng by them."
"I don't know if this kid is reincarnated by Hydra, how can he turn bad luck into good luck again and again?"
"I still can't understand how he killed Yu Wenlong and took the Revenge number."
"No matter how powerful the Earth Master is, he can't withstand a medium-sized warship, unless Yu Wenlong is foolishly approaching a close-up battle."
"But if Yu Wenlong is so stupid, he will not be able to survive yesterday and will not be able to be the master of the Dragon God Temple."
Tang Shier regretted that Ye Fan did not die, but at the same time, he did not understand how Ye Fan successfully fought back.
Tang Pingfan's hand holding the chopsticks slightly stagnated, and his eyes became more interested: "This kid is indeed extraordinary."
"Fortunately, he lacks experience, and Tang Ruoxue is indeed his weakness, otherwise the template would be really difficult to get."
Tang Shi'er breathed a long breath: "Although I'm not happy Ye Fan survived, getting the template is a great comfort."
Tang Pingfan was very direct: "Have you taken down the bankrupt bankrupt banknote printing factory in Lunguo?"
"Don't worry, brother, I've done it."
Tang Shi'er lowered his voice: "I have called more than 400 companies and self-employed people and bought things from the Lunguo Banknote Printing Factory in various names."
"I almost got everything from machine parts to paper, from ink to toilet paper, and I was not known to any force."
"Now, wait for this legendary high-imitation template to be launched."
"With fake money, the Tang Sect's four channels are simply a combination of heaven."
"When the Eagle Kingdom encounters a crisis or the treasury is empty, it uses a printing machine to print money, so that the whole world can pay the bill."
"We can also follow the example at that time. If the Tangmen has no money, they will start printing money. Anyway, more than 200 countries will pay for it, and printing hundreds of billions of dollars cannot even splash water."
Tang Shi'er had longing on his face, and he wished that the day of lying down and counting money would come early.
As a money bag in the Tangmen, he opens his eyes every day and waits for him to feed him, making him exhausted all day long to make money.
He could print money to solve problems in the future, and he felt that his life was much brighter.
However, he hesitated for a moment: "But, there are such powerful people in this world who have created circulating banknote templates?"
"Many years ago, Luo Feihua showed off in front of me and showed me two fake coins worth five or ten yuan."
Tang Pingfan's tone was indifferent: "To be honest, I really can't see it with my naked eyes, and the money detector at that time could not be recognized."
"So I believe in the existence of this genius and template."
"Besides, the templates of the money printing factory are also made by people, and it is true to be fake to the extreme."
He talked about the past casually, and then drank a few sips of white porridge into his mouth, as if he was just taking the meal under this matter.
"Luo Feihua?
Mrs. Dongwang?
A little fan of the Tang Sanguo back then?"
Tang Shi's pupils condensed: "Is the person who made money from Tang Sanguo?"
Tang Pingfan did not respond, but just ate breakfast slowly, but it was equivalent to acquiescing his guess.
"Take it to me."
After eating breakfast, Tang Pingfan wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, and then tilted his head slightly to Tang Shi'er.
After seeing the five or ten counterfeit coins that Luo Feihua boasted, Tang Pingfan also became interested in this area and had in-depth research.
This is also why he asked Tang Shier to send the template over to take a look.
Tang Pingfan wanted to personally judge whether the rumors were moisture.
"Here, templates, diaries, chips, are all there."
"The expert Duanmufeng has a rough check and determined that the template is very delicate and has been improved in various flaws, with the degree of fake and real being at least 95%.
"The remaining five percent must be produced before it can be judged."
Tang Shi'er opened the box quickly, took out a box, and took out a few items with tight packaging.
"Ye Fan is also unlucky. He offended a lot of people for Xiong Tianjun. He finally got the template, but it ended up in our hands again."
"I heard that he hadn't even touched the template yet, which made me feel a lot more comfortable."
Tang Shier was very proud.
"good!"
Tang Pingfan ignored Tang Shier and first took the template and carefully examined it. He could see with the naked eye that it was indeed cast in fine form, much more perfect than he imagined.
Then I looked at the chip content and could tell that these things were professional enough, and they also involved some designs and parameters of banknotes.
Tang Shier and Secretary Jiang stood beside him. Although they were curious, they didn't look at each other, but just waited quietly for Tang Pingfan to test.
Finally, Tang Pingfan picked up the diary with a yellow cover.
The diary is very old. It was produced decades ago, which made Tang Pingfan feel a sense of intimacy, as if he was back when he was young.
He gently opened the diary, which recorded Xiong Tianjun's mood, problems, and inspiration. He wrote a diary almost every three days, which was very short, but very sharp.
This also allowed Tang Pingfan to further confirm the value of the template, because it did take Xiong Tianjun's three years of hard work.
After passing through the middle of the article, Tang Pingfan turned to the last article, which was the last diary of Xiong Tianjun's successful casting template.
His eyes stagnated slightly.
This article flows with Xiong Tianjun's joy and madness, and thanks to Tang Sanguo who guided him many years ago... Tang Pingfan was about to see what Tang Sanguo guided Xiong Tianjun, but the last two pages of yellowed paper stuck
It's right.
He flipped over but didn't open it, and subconsciously tried to twist it open.
As soon as he touched his lips, he remembered something and looked at his fingers sharply.
Black fingertips and numb lips.
"Bang" Tang Pingfan smashed his rice bowl without saying a word, picked up the pieces and cut off his lips and flesh, and then cut off his poisoned finger with a sound.
He was covered in blood and had a hideous face.
When Tang Shier and Secretary Jiang were shocked, Tang Pingfan laughed furiously: "The traitor is such a big situation."