Chapter 279: You can't get a tiger if you don't enter the tiger's den
Zheng Chenggong obediently followed Zeng De to the place where he lived. He looked around as usual. The room was neat and orderly, and he couldn't see anything related to swords and weapons, not even a dagger.
On the contrary, there were a lot of books stacked on the table. Zheng Chenggong walked up and picked up one and flipped through it. It was "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu. It looked like he had read it carefully several times. There were small notes and notes in many places.
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Zeng De knelt down and rummaged around in the small cabinet for a long time, and finally took out a lot of things that seemed to be covered with dust. Then he excitedly stood up and called Zheng Chenggong.
Since he said he couldn't remember what happened before when he was rescued, everyone didn't know what to call him. He casually said that since he was rescued from the sea, he might as well call him Hain.
Later, everyone discovered that this man was very talented and learned, so he has been called Mr. Haien for a long time. Zeng De was no exception, and he always called him "Brother Haien" politely.
"Your current identity is here. I'd better call you big brother. What are you looking at?"
Zheng Chenggong responded and put down the military book in his hand. He replied calmly: "Nothing, I just took a look at your military book. There are a few of your comments that are not correct. I will correct them for you later. By the way.
Let me tell you a few cases."
Zeng De didn't know if he heard it. He opened the dirty-looking package and waved excitedly: "Come on, come and take a look."
I don’t know if it’s my own imagination, but it seems that ever since this kid knew that he was a fake, he has completely lost the respect in his speech and conversation, and often selectively ignores his own problems.
Zheng Chenggong despised Zeng De in his heart, but in the end he came over without hesitation: "Let me see something, bah, cough cough..."
Zheng Chenggong choked at the sudden dust: "What on earth is this? How long have you left it there?"
Zeng De laughed perfunctorily: "Good stuff, you'll know after you try it. Don't worry, brother, I won't hurt you." He waved to Zheng Chenggong to come over and sit down.
Zheng Chenggong struggled mentally for a while before convincing himself to walk over and sit next to the dirty bag.
"Although there is no flaw in your voice, and your body and weight are roughly the same, it's ridiculous to wear a mask every day. It's still acceptable for a short time now, but over time, someone will definitely be suspicious, especially Shi Lang."
He deliberately emphasized the tone of the last sentence, and Zheng Chenggong couldn't help but feel happy.
"It sounds like you have a hard time getting along with him."
Zeng De sighed: "These are nothing. I will tell you in detail when I have the opportunity in the future."
Zheng Chenggong watched him curiously as he opened the big, stuffed package, and then began to mess with his face. He had never been used to others being so close to him, and no one dared to paint on his face.
Drawing, I couldn't help but frown.
Zeng De concentrated on completing his great cause, and for a while he didn't notice his awkwardness.
It wasn't until Zheng Chenggong felt that his neck was about to break that Zeng De was finally satisfied. He pointed to the mirror in front of him: "Look."
Zheng Chenggong vaguely understood what he meant, and turned his eyes to the mirror doubtfully. This glance didn't matter, he just froze on the spot.
The person staring blankly in front of him through the bronze mirror was not the lively General Zheng Zheng Chenggong. Who else could he be? He touched his face in disbelief, and the person in the mirror also raised his hand and touched it.
Touch your own face.
"Your skills are good, but how did a grown man learn how to apply paint? And he's so good at it!"
It’s not wrong to say it’s not bad at all, it’s still a little different. Zende deliberately left that scary-looking wound: “In this way, maybe everyone can understand why you wear a mask all day long.”
He paused: "You have to be seen by others, but remember to choose a seemingly accidental opportunity to be discovered by others."
"This way I can lose my temper, not only to let others know why I wear a mask, but also to make everyone accept the change in my personality, right?" Zheng Chenggong added.
Zeng De nodded appreciatively: "You are really a kid who can be taught. Although it looks very similar, you have to be careful. It will slowly disappear if it comes in contact with water. I will try to find materials as soon as possible to make a mask."
Seeing Zheng Chenggong's complicated eyes, he patted the other party's shoulder: "Don't worry, I will be careful and won't be discovered by anyone. But you, you must seize the opportunity and be careful."
Zheng Chenggong withdrew his gaze and lowered his head slightly. He rarely did this kind of action: "I know, you should be careful yourself."
Zeng De didn't care either: "Okay, let's talk about the collusion between pirates and Manchus. What are you going to do?"
When it came to business, Zheng Chenggong's expression immediately became serious: "This kind of thing cannot be delayed for too long. Once a fight is to be fought, the opponent must be destroyed in one fell swoop. Procrastination will only make the people unbearable."
Zeng De nodded: "How to fight?"
Zheng Chenggong stood up, strolled to the table and picked up the book Sun Tzu's Art of War: "Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be in danger in a hundred battles."
Zende narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean?"
Zheng Chenggong raised his head and looked directly at him: "If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch the tiger's cubs?"
Zeng De regretted: "It seems that all my efforts have been in vain. Are you planning to go in person?"
Zheng Chenggong raised his eyebrows: "What else?"
Zeng De hesitated for a moment: "It's too dangerous. Besides, who will be here to take command if you leave?"
Zheng Chenggong said slowly: "You...?" Seeing Zeng De's expression change immediately and shaking his head repeatedly, Zheng Chenggong smiled and continued the second half of the sentence: "It's definitely not possible."
Only then did Zeng De realize that he had been tricked, rolled his eyes, turned his head and ignored the man who was talking and breathing heavily.
"This matter is not that difficult. Lao Cao and the others are more than capable. Although Shi Lang is a bit weak, it will still be no problem for him to last for half a month."
Zeng De snorted and thought about what he said: "Then how many people do you plan to take and when will you leave?"
Zheng Chenggong didn't speak, and stared at Zeng De with a half-smile. The other person's hair stood up under his gaze: "Hahaha, are you kidding me again? Hahaha, you are really..."
Zheng Chenggong raised his eyebrows: "You are the only one who knows my identity now. If I want to succeed, I must use your skills. You said that if I have to guard against my enemies as well as my own people, then the possibility of success will be greatly reduced, right?"
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Zeng De's face wrinkled: "Isn't it? Brother, are you really serious?"
Zheng Chenggong picked up his mask and walked to the door, patting the dust on his clothes: "I will give you three days to prepare and arrange the funeral, and we will leave on time in three days."
Zeng De was like a deflated rubber ball, sighing and staying where he was. He didn't even notice when Zheng Chenggong left.