Chapter 848 – The True Identities of the Two Old Guardians (1/2)
Chapter 848 – The True Identities of the Two Old Guardians
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Grandpa Jiu of Jia'er Alley wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, ”Little Tang, have you perhaps made a mistake? An outsider like me is not so bold as to involve myself in the clan's business.”
Tang Thirty-Six smiled at him and replied, ”I say, Grandpa Jiu, at this point, can't we all speak a little more simply? Ning Shiwei was the son of your wife's sister. After you led him down such a path, do you think your wife will let you go? You should quickly think about how to withdraw.”
Before the Tang Seventh Master had a chance to speak, Tang Thirty-Six drew back his smile and said very seriously, ”Seventh Aunt has been sleeping with Second Uncle for so many years; didn't you know?”
The Tang Seventh Master at first had a very unsightly expression, but unexpectedly, after a few moments, he calmed back down.
”Of course, I know that you know, but before, not many people besides me knew. Now, if I announce this matter, can you still pretend you don't know?”
Tang Thirty-Six gave him a pitying glance, then said, ”How can you resolve this matter now? Helping me get rid of Second Uncle is your only choice.”
The old Guardian from the Tang clan had been standing by the mahjong table this entire time.
No matter how intimate the secrets discussed in this conversation over mahjong, his expression did not change in the slightest.
But in the end, when he looked at Tang Thirty-Six once more, there was still a bit more admiration in his eyes.
The three elders that Tang Thirty-Six had called over to the ancestral hall were rather unremarkable presences in the Tang clan. Very few people knew that they were the Tang Second Master's true assistants. Moreover, in this conversation with these elders, not too much thought had gone into his plans, nor were his methods particularly outstanding, but… they were extremely suitable.
He knew these three elders' truest fears, truest cares, and truest personalities.
This sort of understanding was most frightening, and it was also a necessary quality for someone that aspired to be head of the Tang clan.
Two hours was finally up.
Wenshui City left Tang Thirty-Six's hands and returned to the Tang Old Master.
The gate of the ancestral hall was closed once more, and no one knew if a day would come in which it would open again.
Three elders, each with their own emotions and concerns, took their leave, the final game of mahjong left unfinished.
The Tang clan's old Guardian did not leave. He remained standing behind Tang Thirty-Six.
He was waiting for news from the old estate.
This news would decide what he would do.
This had nothing do with right or wrong, only victory or defeat.
Such was the way of merchants.
The winner would feast while the loser would leave.
If Tang Thirty-Six won, he would leave alive.
If he lost, his relationship with Chen Changsheng meant that he probably wouldn't die, but there would never be a day in which he would leave.
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The mahjong game in the Tang clan's old estate had ended earlier, when the Tang Old Master heard that Tang Thirty-Six had sent someone to Chicken Crow Nunnery to order a vegetarian meal.
In truth, even when the two hours came to an end, that vegetarian meal was still in the rear kitchen of Chicken Crow Nunnery, unable to be finished in time.
The snowstorm fell in the small courtyard of the old estate without a sound, not alarming anyone, just like the arrival of the thin elder.
Linghai Zhiwang stared at the elder's face, feeling it more and more familiar.
The emaciated elder entered the room, and several pairs of eyes cast their gazes toward him.