Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 504 Tang Bingwen: I have a good son-in-law!
"Hey, Boss Tang, it's been a while since you came to drink tea!"

The owner of the teahouse was delighted when he saw Tang Bingwen.

"Is the room still empty?" Tang Bingwen asked, pretending to be a local boss, but the shopkeeper exposed his trick the next second.

"Hey, of course it's empty. You, my good son-in-law, spent a lot of money to buy all the properties in our county. The best private room on the top floor has been reserved for you all year round. Boss Tang, a son-in-law is half a son. You are lucky. Our Boss He really treats you like his own father and is filial to you!"

"damn it……"

Tang Bingwen really felt powerless. He glanced at He Songling, who was grinning with Lu Huizhong behind him, and could not say a word. He walked straight up. He could still hear He Songling talking to the shopkeeper behind him: "You did a good job. This year's salary will increase by 200 yuan, and your dividend will be increased by 10%."

"Hey, thank you, Mr. He!"

Tang Bingwen walked faster.

Only after sitting in the private room and making tea did he look at He Songling helplessly and said, "This is clearly the place where I have lived for more than 70 years, why do I feel like I am in your home?"

"What do you mean your family and my family? We are one family!" He Songling offered tea to Tang Bingwen with both hands. He was not so respectful even to Zuo Rutong.

"Okay, when will Liu Wei come?"

"I've been squatting outside the window for a long time, but you didn't notice me?" He Songling widened his eyes in shock. "With your vigilance, can you be called the king of assassins?"

"I'll beat you up!" Tang Bingwen raised his fist and wanted to hit him, but then he thought about the fact that this grandson had three levels of rebellion, so he wouldn't be hurt even if he was chopped into small pieces, let alone beaten, so he decided to focus on business first. So he walked to the window, stuck his head out, and saw a shabby man squatting on the eaves, pouring wine into his mouth.

"Manager Liu, nice to meet you. Please come in."

"I'm sorry for not informing you in advance." Liu Wei floated in through the window, apologized to Tang Bingwen first, and then bowed to He Songling: "Mr. He, Mrs. He."

Well, now Yang Lie can call Lu Huizhong "Aunt He".

"The person was already outside the window, but I didn't even notice it. It seems that I am really old." Tang Bingwen sighed.

In fact, this is not Tang Bingwen's fault. Masters of light skills like them are just so amazing. In the original novel, Quan Xing's "Forest Swallow" Yin Chengfeng had been hiding under the noses of a group of masters in Longhu Mountain, and even Zhang Jingqing and Zhang Zhiwei didn't notice her.

If Liu Wei hadn't stepped on the tiles and made a noise, Tang Bingwen wouldn't have known about it. And no one from the Tang Clan's disciples who were on guard inside and outside the store would have noticed it.

"Not originally. The tiles are quite loose. Based on my previous level, I would have made some noises if I stepped on them. I certainly couldn't have hidden it from you." Liu Wei chuckled and said, "But later Mr. He taught me a light body skill. My body skills have improved to a higher level, so I was able to hide it from you. But I still couldn't hide it from him."

Indeed, with He Songling's bug skill of being able to sense breath, it's just like turning on a perspective plug-in and a small map, it really can't be hidden.

"alright."

Tang Bingwen was used to this situation, He Songling was on good terms with everyone, or everyone was convinced, so he asked directly: "Who are you looking for?"

"blow!"

Liu Wei threw a file bag over, "Some information about Bi He Ren." But Tang Bingwen just flicked his hand and the file bag flew back the same way it came.

"Is this just a piece of information, worth the trip for the inn owner?" He regretted it right after he asked. As expected, Liu Wei said, "It's a serious matter. Besides, your son-in-law, Mr. He, is not here. I have a friendship with him and we have business dealings, so I have to go."

"Okay, okay." Tang Bingwen waved his hand: "Hurry up and go."

"Master Tang, those ninjas who were more powerful than the jonin that you dealt with back then all had their own methods. They were difficult to deal with, right?" Liu Wei raised the bag in his hand. "Those people are called 'ghosts' among them. Here are the methods of the ten of them. Don't you want to take a look?"

Tang Bingwen glared with his one eye, and it was obvious that he was moved. He just hesitated for a moment and shook his head.

"Xiaozhan is really well connected. He can get this kind of information. But, you also said that I have a good son-in-law."

This time Tang Bingwen has learned his lesson. He can't let He Songling show off all the time. He has to use He Songling to show off as well.

"Mr. He, you are indeed very skilled and have many ways to go." Liu Wei recalled the battle at Mianshan. He couldn't find Wu Gensheng, but He Songling found him from Old Dai. "But this strange man is from abroad, so it's worth a look, right?"

"Yulong will give it to you, right? The Buddhist sword 'Ishikawa Flow'?" Suddenly, He Songling had taken the document bag from his hand.

"You really know everything?" Liu Wei was a little frustrated and took a big gulp of wine. "Well, I was just being too sentimental."

"That's true. After all, your intelligence is more detailed. We can compare the two to find out the gaps." He Songling shook his head: "I mainly focus on the movements of the Japanese army. I don't know much about ninjas."

"Okay, let's go."

"No hurry." Since he didn't have to rely on outsiders, Tang Bingwen relaxed. "Manager Liu has come a long way, please try my tea. This is a gift from my son-in-law. It's good tea."

"No, that stuff makes me more sober the more I drink, it's boring." Liu Wei took another sip of wine, "In this world, it's more comfortable to be drunk."

"Stop talking nonsense. What kind of world is this? Can the Japanese devils make you so intoxicated?" He Songling pulled Liu Wei down from the window frame and took out a few wine bottles.

"Come, since you don't want to drink tea, I'll give you some good wine. Scotch whisky, from Islay, with the smell of peat and sea breeze; American bourbon, authentic Kentucky corn roast, not too sweet; cognac, aged in sixty-year barrels..."

That night, Liu Wei got drunk in the teahouse, and He Songling asked the waiter to arrange accommodation for him.

"You knew about Bihe Ren's information long ago?" After Liu Wei was carried away, Tang Bingwen looked at He Songling and asked, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"What can I say? There are only ten of us. The capable ghosts are all in the cave. The elders outside are all useless. You can do it alone." He Songling didn't care about the ninjas, he only cared about the ghost army. "I'm here to take care of the things inside. It's just fun."

"You tell me first, I'll feel relieved if you know it." Tang Bingwen knew what was going on, but as the king of killers, he still wanted to listen so that he would have more confidence.

"There's nothing much to say. The birth of the Biheshan sect is petty."

He Songling said disdainfully: "Many years ago, probably during the Edo period, the Japanese ended the Warring States period, weapon forging technology had improved, and they had just been defeated by our old Zhong in Korea, so the country was relatively peaceful. Without war, folk martial arts became active. With these two conditions combined, a swordsmith made a good sword at this time."

(End of this chapter)