After school in the afternoon, Qin Lang called Tang San to deliver the antidote to Tang Zhenggang.
On the way, Qin Lang brought the poison slave Feng Kui along as usual.
"Qin Lang, why did you call me this time? I really don't want to see that old guy Tang Zhenggang, "Tang San said.
"If I don't call you, what if Tang Zhenggang wants to deal with me after the antidote?"
"Don't you have Feng Kui to help you?" Tang San said. ‘
"With you there, they can't do anything openly. Also, I asked you to go with me because I want you to be a witness in case Tang Zhenggang and his son deny it in the future, "Qin Lang said.
"There's nothing you can do if they want to deny it," Tang San said, "Do you expect Tang Zhenggang and his son to be grateful to you? Come on, it's good enough that Tang Zhenggang doesn't hate you. "
"No, he must hate me." Qin Lang told Tang San about receiving two million from Tang Zhenggang today.
"Two million?" Tang San's hand holding the steering wheel trembled a bit, then sighed, "Don't say Tang Zhenggang and his son hate you, even I hate you! You took two million from him so easily, how can he not hate you? "
"Tang Zhenggang drove a Rolls-Royce to show off in front of me," Qin Lang said matter-of-factly.
"What's wrong with driving a Rolls-Royce?"
"Driving a Rolls-Royce should be 'tired to death,' so I'll rip him off since he showed off in front of me!" Qin Lang snorted, "Besides, he made us unhappy yesterday and wasted our time. Shouldn't we make him bleed?"
"Bleed is right." Tang San said, "It's just that you said you don't want to have a grudge with Tangmen. Now that you've done this, it's a hundred percent a grudge."
"Since yesterday, it's a hundred percent a grudge." Qin Lang said, "Since there's already enmity between us, I don't like to be taken advantage of. So, of course, I'll take advantage of Tang Zhenggang. Also, two million shouldn't be much to a Rolls-Royce driver like Tang Zhenggang. "
"Nothing?" Tang San shook his head. "Qin Lang, it seems that you really don't understand the profession of an assassin. Do you think an assassin who drives a Rolls-Royce is really rich? It's not like that. Many assassins might have taken loans to buy luxury cars. "
"Take a loan to buy a luxury car?" Qin Lang didn't seem to be confused. Wasn't this just putting on a strong front?
"It's not hard to understand." Tang San explained, "Being an assassin is a high-risk occupation. Since it's a high-risk occupation, of course, everyone knows that it's unlikely for them to have a good ending. They don't even know if there's a tomorrow. Since that was the case, how many killers would like to save money? They would definitely live and enjoy themselves today. Of course, they would enjoy luxury cars, villas, and beautiful women. Of course, a bank loan is a must, because once you die, you don't have to pay the bank anymore. "
"Hearing you say that, it seems to make sense." Qin Lang nodded and said, "It's just that I really didn't see it in you before, so I ignored this problem. Speaking of which, as a professional assassin, you seem to be too thrifty, don't you? "
"About this problem, the reason is very simple." Tang San said, "Because I'm very poor!"
This reason was indeed simple, but Qin Lang felt that it was incredible. "Isn't an assassin one of the most profitable professions? As a professional assassin, how could you be so poor that you have to drive a car?"
"Didn't I tell you before that a considerable part of the money from the assassin mission has to be contributed to the logistics department of the dream?"
"Even if you deduct this part of the expenses, you can at least get more than 50%, right?" Qin Lang said.
"The key is that there's not a mission every day." Tang San said, "You also know that now that a harmonious society is advocated, there are fewer grudges between people. Even if there are grudges, they are worried that the relevant departments will mediate, so it's not easy to do a business like killing people. It's not easy to get a job, and now I have to be frugal. "
"It can't be that bad, right?" Qin Lang said, "You don't even have a girl, and your car is a scrap. How much money can you spend?"
"There are few places to make money, but there are many places to spend money," Tang San said. "If the business isn't good, then forget it. The key is that as a professional assassin, you have to spend money on training, which is equivalent to 'advanced training'. For example, the Siberian death training camp, which is one of the places that many professional assassins and mercenaries go to. Think about it, how much money would it cost to go to these places, travel expenses, and tuition fees? Moreover, this kind of advanced training time isn't just once. In addition to spending money to 'learn', you also have to practice and buy equipment … "
Qin Lang suddenly realized that Tang San was also a talkative person, especially when he talked about money.
However, in Qin Lang's opinion, there must be another reason why Tang San was poor. After all, this guy's income shouldn't be low. Even if he was a D-level assassin, he was still considered a professional assassin. How could he be as poor as Tang San said?
However, Qin Lang obviously didn't intend to continue to dwell on this issue, so he surrendered and said, "Okay, brother, I know that you assassins are poor and live a hard life. That should be enough, right? But I want Tang Zhenggang's money. It doesn't seem to have much to do with you, right? "
"How is it not related?" Tang San said seriously. "I am a middleman, after all. Haven't you thought about giving me a share? Even if I am a middleman, I should get a commission of five or ten percent, right? How much are you going to give me? "
"I want to give you a slap in the face and wake you up!" Qin Lang snorted. "I have already spent the check on Lo Bin. If you are dissatisfied with anything, you can only wait for the next time. By the way, I asked you to come with me today, not only to give me some courage, but also to ask you for a favor. "
"You don't want to give me money, but you still want to ask me for help? You are too stingy! "Tang San said discontentedly." What kind of help? "
"You have to remember that you are a witness today. First of all, you witnessed me detoxifying Tang Zhenggang's son. That is considered as no discord, no concord, no hatred, right?"
"A smile?" Tang San sneered. "You really know how to fantasize."
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