Yu Xiaoran sighed softly, and finally stopped moving and said, "Tingting, don't be like this, we are good friends."
Li Ruoting closed her eyes: "Don't mention her again. From now on, I don't know Tang Bingyun!"
After leaving the hotel, Tang Bingyun walked forward silently. Wu Bei followed her and asked, "How about I give you a hug and give you some comfort?"
"Go away." Tang Bingyun was annoyed and said in a harsh tone.
Wu Bei said with a smile: "This is a good thing. People with different worldviews are not harmonious when they are together. From now on, they will live their own lives and pursue what they think is happiness."
Tang Bingyun suddenly stopped, then she slowly turned around and slowly hugged Wu Bei tightly.
Wu Bei felt that she was sobbing, and his shoulders quickly became wet. He sighed to himself, Tang Bingyun seemed to come from a wealthy family, but in fact, she was very lonely inside. Her best friend was her spiritual sustenance. Now that this sustenance has disappeared, you can imagine the discomfort in her heart.
Know.
He patted her on the back and said, "From now on, I will be your best friend. When my aunt comes, you can call me and I will remind you to drink more water."
"You're so annoying." Tang Bingyun burst into laughter and pinched his waist hard with her little hands.
Wu Bei grinned, then looked up at the hotel and said, "Bingyun, let's go get a room and I'll give you some advice?"
Immediately, he felt a murderous intent covering his whole body. He was so frightened that he quickly took a few steps away and laughed dryly: "I'm just kidding, don't take it seriously."
Tang Bingyun looked at him and said, "Do you want to see the core strength of Tang Sect?"
Wu Bei blinked and asked her: "You mean the killer group?"
Tang Bingyun nodded: "If you want to see it, come with me."
So Wu Bei drove to a secret base in Tangmen. This base was located in a deep mountain. Halfway through the car, the two of them hiked up the mountain and walked another ten miles, finally entering a valley.
Standing at the entrance of the valley, Wu Bei felt that this place was like a paradise. The scenery was surprisingly good. He smiled and said: "This place is not bad."
Suddenly, two figures appeared in front of them, and they all bowed: "Miss!"
Tang Bingyun nodded and said to Wu Bei: "The assassination organization controlled by the Tang Clan is called 'Tiansha'. Its predecessor was the assassination organization created by Zhuge Liang, the Prime Minister of Shu. At that time, my Tang Clan ancestor was one of the leaders of that assassination organization.
Later, the Shu Kingdom was destroyed, and the assassination organization also fell into silence, and was renamed 'Tiansha'. Later, the Tang family started with Tiansha and established the Tang Sect, which continues to this day."
Wu Bei was surprised: "So, it has been more than 1,700 years since the Tang Sect was established!"
Tang Bingyun: "Yes, for more than 1,700 years, there have been many ups and downs during this period, and the family was almost wiped out. The Heavenly Slayer has gone through many tests and become stronger and stronger. It is now the third largest killer organization in the world, with business all over the world."
As they spoke, the two came to the valley, where some people were training assassination techniques in the open space. Wu Bei watched for a while and asked: "How many people do you kill every year?"
Tang Bingyun: "We killed more than 3,500 people last year, and the average commission for each target was US$5 million,"
Wu Bei was surprised: "So, just from killing people, there is a profit of 17.5 billion US dollars every year!"
Tang Bingyun: "Tiansha has developed for more than a thousand years. It is not only a murder business, but also has mercenary corps, security companies, and security enterprises. In addition, Tiansha has cooperated with African warlords and American drug lords."
Wu Bei frowned: "The Tang Clan also sells drugs?"
Tang Bingyun: "It's not drug trafficking. We only do logistics, helping customers transport things safely from one place to another. Because we have 25 medium and large submarines and 30 transport aircraft, we can provide the highest quality logistics services."
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Wu Bei sighed: "The Tang clan is really rich and incomparable to the country!"
Tang Bingyun: "In addition, with the great improvement of national power, Tang Sect has successively established its own arsenals, mines, and manors in Africa. The weapons we produce are not only used by ourselves, but also sold to external parties. Our production lines are among the best in the world.
There are those from the Rakshasa country and there are those from the US country."
Wu Bei: "It's a shame that you can manage such a huge company to this day."
Tang Bingyun sighed softly: "Who can say otherwise? The Tang Sect is not monolithic now. Everyone has their own agenda, and maybe one day it will collapse."
Wu Bei: "Don't worry, I'll help your grandpa take a look tomorrow, maybe I can help him."
At this time, a figure fell from the sky like a big bird, it was Tang Wuming. When Tang Wuming saw Wu Bei, he couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Mr. Wu, why are you here?"
Tang Bingyun: "Qi Bo, I brought Wu Bei here."
Tang Wuming nodded: "Mr. Wu is not an outsider, please sit upstairs."
He led the way, and the three of them passed through a small square. Opposite was a three-story bamboo building. Tang Wuming invited Wu Bei to the second floor, took out a tea set, and said with a smile: "There is nothing to entertain here.
This is some tea I saved, please use it."
Wu Bei: "You're welcome, Mr. Tang." He looked around and found that the walls were covered with calligraphy and paintings, and any one of them was a rare treasure.
He couldn't help but stand up and said with a smile: "It seems that Mr. Tang is a person who loves painting. These paintings are all masterpieces handed down from generation to generation."
Tang Wuming laughed "Haha": "Who loves painting? Bingyun thinks my place is too spacious, so she insists on getting these paintings for me to hang."
Then he asked: "Mr. Wu knows painting?"
Wu Bei: "Just a rough understanding."
Tang Wuming nodded: "I don't understand these paintings. Bingyun, you can pack them all up later and I will give them to Mr. Wu."
Wu Bei quickly waved his hand: "Mr. Tang, it's too valuable, I can't accept it."
Tang Wuming smiled and said: "Compared to my old life, what are a few paintings? And you and Bingyun are a couple. I don't know, you will also call me Qibo in the future."
Tang Bingyun said: "Wu Bei, if Uncle Qi gives it to you, just accept it. It would be a waste to leave it to him anyway."
Tang Wuming laughed "haha": "That's right."
When Wu Bei saw that he was sincere, he was immediately rude.
Tang Bingyun asked at this time: "Uncle Qi, where did you go during the day?"
Tang Wuming said calmly: "I didn't do anything. I killed a few people."
Tang Bingyun sighed softly: "Tang Sect is now in chaos. I don't know how long it can last."
Tang Wuming raised his eyebrows and asked Wu Bei: "Mr. Wu, your medical skills are so good, can you cure my father's internal injuries?"
Wu Beidao: "Bingyun told me that I will meet with the old man tomorrow, hoping to be able to help."
Tang Wuming's eyes lit up: "Well, thank you for your hard work! There are a group of people in Tang Clan who can't hold themselves back. If my father is safe and sound, I don't think anyone will dare to be arrogant!"