[Chapter 153 ]: Explanation

There will be many things in the world that are out of our imagination, not because our imagination is limited, or some kind of imaginative thinking in our hearts is imprisoned, just because the reality is always more cruel than we think. Tang Monk never thought that his grandfather would carry such a heavy memory. That painful and lengthy memory made this old man suffer many times.

Tang Monk didn't understand whose fault it was, and he didn't even understand who was the victim of this matter. However, the reality will undoubtedly not make Tang Monk think too much. Only let him silently accept this reality and let him try his best to accept the desperate blow brought by the other party. Only by enduring every blow of the other party can he stand up proudly, which is also worthy of the decision made by Grandpa 20 years ago.

"Junqing. The child's path depends on himself. You can't stand in his way. Let him choose the way in the future! After all, you chose your own path at the beginning. Tang Han's voice became lower and lower, as if he had accepted some kind of reality.

For a long time, Tang Junqing has wanted to cultivate his child to be a business tycoon, let him stand proudly in the mall, and have the ability to be fearless and kill the enemy. However, this child does not seem to like the so-called shopping mall at all, and seems to be more enthusiastic about officialdom and underworld. Tang Junqing has always understood that the underworld and officialdom are also killing people. Why does this boy like it more than the mall?

But no matter how he explains, Tang Seng's answer is: I hate the bloody revenge. I want to live my life.

In fact, Tang Junqing understood that he would not have said that to himself if he had grown up at that time, because his words were full of his contradictory heart. This is also the reason why he intends to obey his father's will and let Tang Seng accept the cruelty of reality alone, so as to understand his original domineering. Because this fucking world will never let you rationally judge which thing is right.

Tang Junqing didn't say anything. He just looked up at his son slightly. He didn't seem to notice any expression of his son. Then he nodded slightly, as if he had accepted the reality from his heart.

Tang Junqing knew that his father did not love him too much, but more for his grandson. He knew that even if his father had a certain decision, he would tell the current Tang Monk first. He didn't say anything, but slowly got up from his seat, nodded gently, and planned to leave the study.

"Dad. I have two companies in QD. Tang Seng said slowly, and he couldn't hear any feeling in his words, but the meaning of the words made Tang Junqing, who had left, excited for a while. It seemed that he felt that he had not been in vain for so many years. Maybe he was just doing business, but there was no doubt that he had brought a lot of wealth to his son. Originally, he thought that that kind of wealth was meaningless at all, but now it seems that his son has accepted his most precious thing.

Tang Junqing did not turn around. He was afraid that his tears would flow down. He just nodded slightly again and left.

After looking at the not very shy figure leaving, Tang Han smiled and asked as if joking, "What do you think your father should do now?"

"Hhysterical touching crying." Hearing his grandfather's words, Tang Monk also smiled and answered. However, there is a great emotion in his heart. He has not known much about his father's behavior for a long time. In fact, few people who get rich by business are clean, and clean things often don't make much money. As a result, some people will be bleached after making huge profits. Tang Monk never thought that his father's money was clean. This is also some of the truth he understood after killing Wu Xiyin.

"You are really a child who makes me proud." Tang Han said with a smile.

"Grandpa, it seems that there should be something else to keep me?" Tang Seng calmly accepted his grandfather's praise. If it was an outsider's praise, he might think that the other party intended to flatter him, but the praise of his relatives was sincere.

"I really can't even praise you. It seems that my old man let you see through every step. Tang Han said with a smile as he got up from the sofa and walked to a corner of the study. He pressed his palm, and one side of the wall was actually opened.

Dark grid.

The secret room.

This kind of thing that appears in the novel really exists, and it is still in my own home. It must be that Grandpa began to prepare for these things as soon as he moved into the Tang family. So how many years has this matter accumulated? How many days has Grandpa been nervous?

Tang Monk followed his grandfather and walked in along the dark and long road. After walking for about a dozen steps, the inside suddenly became bright, and the light was even brighter after turning on.

Tang Seng has always appreciated the shock brought to him by his grandfather. He never thought that there would be a secret room in the Tang family villa.

"I didn't even tell your father about this secret room. It's not what I think about your father. It's just that your father is so sharp that he can't do it with your patience and ease, and keep everything in mind. Tang Han interrupted the Tang monk who was watching the secret room.

"Grandpa. What on earth is this secret room for? Tang Monk didn't understand the use of this secret room. There are almost a few people's names and a few photos on the shelf, which have no value to explore at all. It's more like the detective's room when the case is solved.

"Don't you like to play chess? So how do you know how to make a chess game beautiful? How about making the opponent impeccable?" Tang Han didn't answer, but just asked.

"Naturally, the defense is meticulous and the attack is rapid." Tang Monk thought for a moment and answered.

"In fact, that's right. However, I only know one and I don't know the other. The so-called knowing yourself and knowing your enemy is invincible. What is a confidant is to exert the effect of every chess piece in your hand so that you can save your strength. The so-called lower ones work hard, the middle ones work their wisdom, and the upper ones work their people. In fact, the victory of a chess game mainly depends on how well you use the pieces in your hand. In fact, this principle seems simple, but it is actually difficult to operate. I'm just saying some one-sided truths. The real grasp depends on your perception. Tang Han taught with an open mind.

"Grandpa, what on earth is this secret room for?" Tang Monk once again transferred the problem to this secret room.

"What did you observe from it?"

Hearing his grandfather's words, Tang Seng looked at some carefully. On a white wall, there were some names written in black pens. Those names were constantly intertwined, and then extended outward. Everyone's name was associated with other names. They are intertwined like spider webs.

"The pulse map." Tang Monk subconsciously called out a name in his heart.

Yes. It's the pulse map. This is also what I have done in the past 20 years. Tang Han walked to his grandson and put his hand on Tang Monk's shoulder. His voice was loud. He seemed to feel a kind of pride and pride. He said loudly, "Others think that I, Tang Han, have been living a free life like a real ordinary old man recently. Who knows that I have begun to secretly draw my own power. Although the vein is not perfect enough. The southern region is not formed enough. The special plan is that NJ and SH are not complete enough, but most parts of the north have been well planned, at least it will not allow Li Da to take advantage of it.

"Grandpa. Do these people work? Are they really following you? Tang Monk looked at the pulse map and asked worriedly.

"You have to remember that there is no one in the world who really obeys, and now it is a group of ants that come up with benefits. You should always remember that you are the one with the sugar in your hand. You should not only let those ants eat the sugar in your hands, but also make sure that they don't crawl on you. If you really do it, you will succeed." Tang Han taught again.

Look at the crisscrossing pulse map. Tang Monk slowly read out a few names.

Song Jungle.

Luo Xianghe.

Chen Zhida.

All three are painted with intermittent dotted lines.

Song Jungle, the name surprised Tang Monk for a while. Isn't this God's father?

"Grandpa. Is this Song Jungle from HZ? Tang Monk asked in surprise.

"Yes! This Song Jungle is a real man, and he is also the master who I have wanted to cooperate for so many years but dare not act. I'm afraid it's not good to provoke him at that time. What? Do you know him? Tang Han saw his grandson's expression and asked softly.

"It should be him, the father of a good friend of mine." Tang Monk said firmly.

"Everyone will have a connection, and the context of wireless expansion can make you truly become a person who controls the chess game. You are here tonight to take a closer look at this context. I hope you can keep everyone's identity firmly in mind. If you want to be a person who controls the chess game, then you must understand the value of each piece. Only in this way can you truly become a king. I don't care about the struggle between you and Huangfu. I don't want to care. This is also a gift from Grandpa. I hope you can defeat Huangfu by your own strategy. After saying that, Tang Han turned around and left, leaving Tang Monk to think about something in this not very spacious secret room.

Tang Monk, standing next to the wall, looked carefully at the connection between the name on the wall and the character drawn by each line. There is not an inevitable connection between people, but there are inextricable connections between people. As long as you can find that line, you can control some people like a puppet.

To put it more carefully, this kind of thing is different from manipulating puppets, because puppets are always in the form of manipulating people's consciousness, but in reality, manipulating people have to be manipulated in the way, just inadvertently obstructing them.

Tang Monk, who looked at the wall for about an hour, smiled at the corners of his mouth and said in a flat voice, "When a person starts to play the real chess game, what a huge game it will be! I hope I can still play."

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