On the morning after Ye Fan and Tang Ruoxue arrived in Baocheng, Longdu, Fifth Alley, Tangmen Courtyard.
Compared to the heavy wind and rain in Baocheng, Long was much calmer, but the sky was also gloomy and indescribably depressing.
Grandma’s dog weather! At nearly six o’clock, Tang Shi’er got out of a car, cursed God, and then walked into the yard carrying a box.
He walked through the corridor with ease and came to the garden at the back, where he saw Tang Pingfan holding a book and flipping through it.
"The Evolutionary History of Banknote Minting".
The old man sat upright in the pavilion, with a focused and condensed expression, which made people feel that the entire pavilion was filled.
Tang Pingfan did not walk over, but stood quietly outside for almost half an hour. When he saw Tang Pingfan put down his books, he smiled and moved forward.
He smoothly took the basin from the servant's hand and walked over: "Brother, wipe your hands."
Tang Shi'er's hand plays with walnuts all year round very vigorously, and it doesn't seem difficult to hold the washbasin with one hand.
"Come here so early. Have you got the things?"
Tang Pingfan took the hot towel and wiped it while asking questions lightly.
"Fulfill the mission!"
Tang Shi'er chuckled, and then put the black box on the stool: "Although Xiong Tianjun and Ye Fan are tricky, they are still a little younger than us."
"Emgrand Bank went through a series of sales and purchases, and got the items without much loss."
He added: "It seems that the Duanmu family's judgment is correct. Tang Ruoxue is indeed Ye Fan's biggest weakness."
"No loss does not mean no sacrifice."
Tang Pingfan snorted: "This time, we have used a lot of manpower and material resources, and let Emgrand Bank fall into a whirlpool and become the target of public criticism!"
"We have nothing to be proud of."
He threw the towel into the basin and unbuttoned a button.
Upon seeing this, Secretary Jiang immediately served Tang Pingfan's breakfast.
Three steamed buns, a bowl of porridge, and a plate of pickled mustard.
It was very ordinary and bland, but Tang Pingfan picked up his chopsticks and ate it with relish.
"Brother, don't worry, Duan Mufeng has already written, directed and staged a play, allowing a force to attack his Imperial team and snatch the 'template' away from him."
Tang Shi'er hurriedly reassured: "So the other forces who are looking at the template will not come to Duanmu Feng, and Dihao Bank will not have any trouble."
Tang Pingfan didn't have much trouble: "I heard that this time, Ye Fan and Wei Hongchao were also successful?"
"Ye Fan, this bastard, is really a weakling who can't be beaten to death."
When he heard about Ye Fan's achievements, Tang Shi'er became indignant and cracked the walnuts he took out: "There are hundreds of elites in the Dragon Temple, Long Po Pan, Yu Wenlong, such a powerful camp and strength, not only did they not kill Ye Fan,
Fan, let him kill all the former instead."
"Even the Revenge was driven back to Treasure City."
"I don't know if this kid is the reincarnation of Hydra. How can he turn danger into good fortune again and again?"
"I still can't figure out how he killed Yu Wenlong and took the Revenge."
"No matter how powerful the Earth Realm master is, he can't withstand a medium-sized battleship, unless Yu Wenhualong stupidly gets close enough to engage in a close combat."
"But if Yu Wenhualong was so stupid, he wouldn't be able to survive yesterday and not be able to get the position of the leader of the Dragon Temple."
Tang Shi'er regretted that Ye Fan did not die, but also wondered how Ye Fan succeeded in counterattacking.
Tang Pingfan's hand holding the chopsticks froze slightly, and his eyes became more interested: "This kid is indeed extraordinary."
"Fortunately, he lacks experience, and Tang Ruoxue is indeed his weakness, otherwise it would be really difficult to get the template."
Tang Shi'er exhaled a long breath: "Although I'm not happy that Ye Fan survived, getting the template is a big comfort."
Tang Pingfan was very direct: "Has the bankrupt banknote printing factory in Lun Guo been taken down?"
"Don't worry, brother, I've already taken care of it."
Tang Shi'er lowered his voice: "I called more than 400 companies and self-employed people to buy the things of Lun Guo Banknote Printing Factory under various names."
"From machine parts to paper materials, from ink to toilet paper, I got almost everything back, and it was not known to any force."
“Now we’re just waiting for this legendary high imitation template to be launched.”
"With banknotes that look like real money, the Tang Sect's well-developed channels are simply a match made in heaven."
"Whenever the Eagle Country encounters a crisis or its treasury is empty, it will use the money printing machine to print money and let the whole world pay the bill."
"We can learn from it then. If the Tang Sect has no money, it will start printing money. Anyway, there are more than 200 countries footing the bill. Printing hundreds of billions of dollars won't even make a splash."
There was longing on Tang Shi'er's face, wishing that the day of lying down and counting money would come soon.
As the Tang Sect's money bag, he would see more than 10,000 mouths waiting for him to feed every day, making him exhausted both mentally and physically all day long thinking about making money.
In the future, problems can be solved by printing money, and he feels that his life will be much brighter.
However, he hesitated for a moment: "It's just that there are really such powerful people in this world who can create a banknote template that can be circulated?"
"Many years ago, Luo Feihua showed off in front of me and showed me two counterfeit five and ten yuan coins."
Tang Pingfan's tone was indifferent: "To be honest, you can't tell it with the naked eye, and the banknote detector at that time couldn't identify it either."
"So I believe in the existence of this genius and this template."
"Besides, the templates in the banknote printing factory are also made by people. If they are fake to the extreme, they are real."
He talked about the past events in an understatement, and then took a few mouthfuls of white porridge into his mouth, as if he was eating with this matter.
“Luo Feihua?
Mrs. Dong Wang?
A little fangirl from the Tang Dynasty?"
Tang Shi'er's pupils condensed: "The person who made counterfeit banknotes is Tang Sanguo?"
Tang Pingfan didn't respond and just ate his breakfast slowly, which was equivalent to acquiescing to his speculation.
"Bring me something to look at."
Tang Pingfan finished his breakfast, wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, and then tilted his head slightly towards Tang Shi'er.
After seeing Luo Feihua's counterfeit five and ten yuan coins, Tang Pingfan also became interested in this area and conducted in-depth research.
This is why he asked Tang Shi'er to send the template over for a look.
Tang Pingfan had to judge for himself whether the rumors were true or not.
"Here, the template, diary, and chip are all there."
"The expert Duan Mufeng has made a rough inspection and determined that this template is very fine, and all the imperfections have been corrected. The degree of authenticity is at least 95%."
"The remaining five percent cannot be judged until it is produced."
Tang Shi'er quickly opened the box, took out a box, and took out several tightly packed items.
"Ye Fan is also unlucky. He offended a lot of people for Xiong Tianjun and finally got the template, but it ended up in our hands again."
"I heard that he hasn't even touched the template, which makes me feel quite comfortable."
Tang Shi'er was very proud.
"good!"
Tang Pingfan ignored Tang Shi'er and took a closer look at the template. He could see with the naked eye that it was indeed finely cast and much more perfect than he imagined.
Then I looked at the contents of the chip and judged that these things were professional enough and involved some designs and parameters of banknotes.
Tang Shi'er and Secretary Jiang stood nearby. Although they were curious, they didn't look much. They just waited quietly for Tang Pingfan's inspection.
Finally, Tang Pingfan picked up the diary with a yellow cover.
The diary has a sense of age. It was produced decades ago, and Tang Pingfan feels a sense of intimacy, as if he has returned to his youth.
He gently opened the diary, which recorded Xiong Tianjun's mood, problems, and inspirations. He wrote one diary every three days. It was very short, but very to the point.
This also allowed Tang Pingfan to further confirm the value of the template, because it indeed cost Xiong Tianjun three years of hard work.
After skimming through the middle section, Tang Pingfan turned to the last article, which was Xiong Tianjun's last diary of his success in casting templates.
His eyes paused slightly.
This article flows with Xiong Tianjun's joy and madness, and he is also grateful to Tang Sanguo, who mentored him many years ago... Tang Pingfan was about to see what Tang Sanguo had mentored Xiong Tianjun, but found that the last two pages of yellowed paper were stuck
.
He turned it over but didn't open it. He subconsciously wet it with saliva and tried to twist it open.
As soon as he touched his lips, he remembered something and looked sharply at his fingers.
The fingertips are black and the lips are numb.
"Bang -" Tang Pingfan smashed his rice bowl without saying a word, picked up the fragments and cut off a piece of flesh from his lips, and then cut off his poisoned finger with a loud bang.
He was covered in blood and his face was hideous.
While Tang Shi'er and Secretary Jiang were shocked, Tang Pingfan laughed angrily: "Rebel, what a big situation -"
