The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 1156
The first thousand and 150 chapters and nine rebels
On the morning of the second day when Ye Fan and Tang Ruoxue arrived in Baocheng, Longdu, Fifth Hutong, Tangmen Courtyard.

Compared with the heavy wind and heavy rain in Baocheng, Long is much more peaceful, but the sky is also gloomy, indescribably depressing.

Granny's dog weather!

Near six o'clock, Tang Shi'er got out of a car, cursed God, and then walked into the yard with a box.

He walked through the corridor with ease, came to the back garden, and saw Tang Pingfan holding a book and flipping through it.

"The Evolution of Banknote Minting".

The old man sat upright in the gazebo, with a concentrated expression and a concentrated posture, which made people feel that the entire gazebo was filled.

Tang Pingfan didn't go over, just stood quietly outside for almost half an hour, and when he saw Tang Pingfan put down his books, he walked forward with a smile.

He took the washbasin from the servant's hand and walked over:
"Brother, wipe your hands."

Tang Shi'er has been playing walnuts with great strength all the year round, and it doesn't seem difficult to hold the washbasin with one hand.

"Come here so early, have you got your things?"

Tang Pingfan took a hot towel, wiped it, and asked questions lightly.

"Follow the mission!"

Tang Shi'er chuckled, then put the black box on the stool:

"Although the two boys Xiong Tianjun and Ye Fan are tricky, they are still a little younger than us."

"The Emgrand Bank fought back and forth, and got the things 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 doesn't mean no contribution."

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 washbasin, and then undid a button.

Upon seeing this, Secretary Jiang immediately served Tang Pingfan's breakfast.

Three steamed buns, a bowl of porridge, and a plate of mustard.

It was very ordinary and bland, but Tang Pingfan picked up his chopsticks and ate it with relish.

"Brother, don't worry, Duanmufeng has already written and directed a play, which caused a force to attack his Emgrand team and snatch the 'template' from him."

Tang Shi'er quickly comforted him: "So the other forces staring at the template will not find Duanmufeng, and Emgrand Bank will not have any trouble."

Tang Pingfan didn't make much noise: "I heard that Ye Fan and Wei Hongchao were also successful this time?"

"Ye Fan, that bastard, is really an unbeatable Xiaoqiang."

Tang Shi'er was indignant when he heard that Ye Fan had been achieved, and the walnuts he took out made a crackling sound:

"With hundreds of elites from the Dragon Temple, LP Pan, and Yuwenhualong, with such a powerful camp and strength, not only did they not kill Ye Fan, but let him kill the former."

"Even the Vengeance was driven back to Baocheng by them."

"I don't know if this kid is the reincarnation of Hydra, how can he turn evil into good luck again and again?"

"I still can't figure out how he killed Yuwen Wenlong and took the Revenge."

"A master of the terrain, no matter how powerful he is, he can't handle a medium-sized battleship, unless Yu Wenhualong foolishly approaches for a melee battle."

"But if Yuwen Wenlong is so stupid, he won't be able to survive yesterday without being the Lord of the Dragon God Hall."

Tang Shi'er regretted that Ye Fan didn't die, but at the same time wondered how Ye Fan succeeded in counter-killing.

Tang Pingfan's hand holding the chopsticks froze slightly, and his eyes became more interested: "This kid is really extraordinary."

"Fortunately, he lacks experience, and Tang Ruoxue is indeed his weakness, otherwise it would be really hard to get the template."

Tang Shi'er let out a long breath: "Although I'm not happy that Ye Fan survived, getting the template is also a great consolation."

Tang Pingfan was very straightforward: "Did you take down the bankrupt banknote printing factory in Lunguo?"

"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 individuals to buy things from the Lunguo Banknote Printing Factory under various names."

"From machine parts to paper materials, from ink to toilet paper, I got back almost everything, and it was unknown to any force."

"Now we are waiting for this legendary high imitation template to be launched."

"With counterfeit banknotes, Tangmen's well-developed channels are simply a match made in heaven."

"When the Eagle Country encounters a crisis or the treasury is empty, it uses the money printing machine to print money and let the whole world pay for it."

"We can also learn from it when the time comes. The Tang Sect starts printing money when they have no money. Anyway, there are more than 200 countries paying the bill. Printing hundreds of billions of dollars can't even splash the water."

Tang Shi'er had longing on his face, wishing that the day when he could lie down and count money would come sooner.

As the money bag of the Tang Sect, every day he opens his eyes, there are more than 1 mouths waiting for him to feed, which makes him exhausted thinking about making money all day long.

In the future, he can print money to solve the problem, and he feels that his life is much brighter.

However, he hesitated for a moment: "It's just, is there really such a powerful person in this world who created a banknote template that can be circulated?"

"Many years ago, Luo Feihua showed off in front of me and showed me two counterfeit five-yuan and ten-yuan bills."

Tang Pingfan's tone was indifferent: "To be honest, the naked eye really couldn't see it, and the banknote detectors at that time couldn't recognize it either."

"So I believe in the existence of this template for geniuses."

"Besides, the template of the banknote printing factory is also made by people. If it is fake to the extreme, it will be real."

He casually talked about the past, and then took a few mouthfuls of porridge into his mouth, as if he was eating on this matter.

"Luo Feihua? Mrs. Dong Wang? The little fan girl of the Tang Dynasty?"

Tang Shi'er's pupils froze: "The person who made the counterfeit banknotes was Tang Sanguo?"

Tang Pingfan didn't respond, just ate his breakfast slowly, but it was tantamount to acquiescing to his speculation.

"Bring something for me to see."

Tang Pingfan finished his breakfast, wiped the corners of his mouth with a paper towel, and then turned his head slightly to Tang Shi'er.

Tang Pingfan also became interested in this piece after seeing the five-yuan and ten-yuan counterfeit money that Luo Feihua flaunted back then, and conducted in-depth research on it.

That's why he asked Tang Shi'er to send the template over to have a look.

Tang Pingfan has to personally judge whether the rumors are true or not.

"Here, templates, diaries, and chips are all there."

"Duanmufeng, an expert, has roughly checked and judged that this template is very fine, and all kinds of flaws have been perfected. The degree of falsehood is at least 95 percent."

"The remaining 5.00% cannot be judged until it is produced."

Tang Shi'er quickly opened the box, took out a box, and took out several tightly packed things.

"Ye Fan is also considered unlucky. To offend a bunch of people for Xiong Tianjun, he finally got the template, but it ended up in our hands."

"I heard that he hasn't even touched the template, which makes me feel a lot better."

Tang Shi'er was very proud.

"Not bad!"

Tang Pingfan ignored Tang Shi'er, and first took a closer look at the template, and he could see with the naked eye that it was indeed finely cast, much more perfect than he imagined.

Then I looked at the contents of the chip, and I can tell that these things are professional enough, and they all involve some designs and parameters of banknotes.

Tang Shi'er and Secretary Jiang stood beside them. Although they were curious, they didn't look too much. They just quietly waited 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, which made Tang Pingfan feel a kindness, as if returning to his youth.

He gently opened the diary, which recorded Xiong Tianjun's mood, difficulties, and inspirations. There was a diary for almost three days, which was short but hit the nail on the head.

This also allowed Tang Pingfan to further confirm the value of the template, because it did cost Xiong Tianjun three years of hard work.

After skimming through the middle pages, Tang Pingfan turned to the last one, which was the last diary of Xiong Tianjun's success in casting the template.

His eyes froze slightly.

This article is full of joy and madness of Xiong Tianjun, and thanks to Tang Sanguo who guided him many years ago...

Tang Pingfan was about to see what Tang Sanguo had taught Xiong Tianjun, but found that the last two pages of yellowed paper were stuck.

He turned it over but didn't open it, and subconsciously tried to open it with saliva on it.

As soon as he touched his lips, he remembered something, and looked sharply at his fingers.

Blackened fingertips, numb lips.

"boom--"

Without further ado, Tang Pingfan smashed his job bowl, picked up the pieces and cut off a piece of flesh from his lip, and then cut off his poisoned finger with a bang.

Covered in blood, his face was hideous.

In the shock of Tang Shi'er and Secretary Jiang, Tang Pingfan laughed angrily:

"Rebel, what a big game—"

(End of this chapter)