If they are not enemies, they may become friends. Although friends driven by interests may not sound very beautiful, in a sense, relationships based on interests are often the most unbreakable.

"No matter how much business power is gathered, it is limited after all. The Chinese government cannot let it go and let the civilian forces threaten the official power." Tang Rufeng said.

"Even if Zhao Xiao has not walked much in China, he should be able to see through this."

"Is this the reason why the Tang Sect is hesitant?" Zhao Yulin asked.

Tang Rufeng had a jade ring on his thumb at some point. It was white, lusterless, and engraved with a golden inscription.

It was the ring of the young sect master. The huge Tang Sect only had this one.

Whoever gets this ring will, 99% of the time, become the leader of the entire Tang Sect in the future, unless something unexpected happens - the entire Tang Sect, not just a certain branch.

"The history of the Tang Sect is long, perhaps longer than what Brother Zhao knows. From making all kinds of hidden weapons and flying knives for the people in the martial arts world to becoming a sect that everyone in the Daba Mountains fears to learn from, it has survived for thousands of years. It did not rely on hidden weapons or poisons, but on assessing the situation and opportunistic maneuvers."

Tang Rufeng spoke slowly, "The current situation is in dire straits and we cannot afford to be restless. The best strategy is to remain calm. In other words, neutrality is the best position, because we have at least two options in our hands."

Zhao Yulin knew that it was time to show off his wisdom and stopped hiding his shortcomings. He smiled and said, "Two options are good, but no matter how tempting the other option is, I don't think Mr. Tang will be so arrogant as to stand against the Chinese government."

Times have changed. These days are not like the feudal dynasty period. Rebellion is just a pipe dream.

At least for the past few decades.

"People who have successfully climbed through the abyss of danger prefer to win in a stable way." He said.

Tang Rufeng's handsome face was finally filled with indifference that was not in line with his age. As his name suggests, he passed by like the wind without leaving a trace.

At this moment, there was a hint of interest, and his eyes were hesitant.

"Should I praise Brother Zhao for his clear mind, or blame him for being ignorant?"

Some things are hazy and obscure, and it takes great wisdom to see through them. Then, people who can see through this layer of delusion are naturally extremely smart, but after seeing through it, they still want to expose it, which makes them look silly.

This is not a contradiction, because no one has ever said that being a person and dealing with the world are one thing, but in fact they are two things.

- Being a person and dealing with the world.

Zhao Yulin was very cunning in his dealings with others, but he was always criticized for being too straightforward and a little brainless.

His explanation for this was the sentence he had just said: "A frank person does not speak in a roundabout way."

Tang Rufeng shook his head helplessly, smiling, and said: "Okay, in this case, I won't beat around the bush with Brother Zhao."

Zhao Yulin read the helplessness in his smile, but he still didn't understand. Is it necessary to be so roundabout in order to demonstrate the art of speaking?

In Longdong Village, no one taught him this. On the battlefield, everyone was very busy, busy making money and saving their lives, and had no time to beat around the bush.

Only these city people had so many things to do.

"In the Tang Sect, the general trend has decided to stand on the official side, which is equivalent to standing on the same side as the Sun family." Tang Rufeng revealed the truth and said, "The group that wants to overthrow the Sun family is still throwing olive branches to the Tang Sect and promising huge benefits, but I don't think they can win, so the promised benefits may end up being a blank check."

"So I haven't met a master from the Tang Sect yet." Zhao Yulin said, completing the other party's unfinished words.

Tang Rufeng smiled helplessly again. Facing a young man of the same age as himself, he felt a deep generation gap.

This person always likes to tear off the fig leaf, tearing the originally beautiful blank space, exposing it to the sun with blood.

Logically speaking, such people are usually prone to early death, but he has been running around in the hail of bullets, not only has he not been easily broken, but he has even won the title of the sixth soldier king.

The saying "a man of great skill is bold" is probably very appropriate here.

So he had to say something unpleasant: "I think Brother Zhao must understand that the private forces cannot fight against the official forces on the surface, and they dare not fight against the official forces at all."

Zhao Yulin looked into his eyes with a bad look.

The Tang Clan's young master met the gaze and looked over, not afraid, and continued to speak out what he wanted to say: "Since they dare not fight openly, they naturally cannot snatch the delicious meat in the hands of the Sun family, and can only fight secretly."

"They used many conspiracies before, but Sun Chongyue himself is a conspirator who is very good at this, and he has the biggest backer in the land of China behind him. Those conspiracies were quickly declared bankrupt, and some were stillborn. They changed direction and began to use open conspiracies."

"Taking Miss Sun Leling as a hostage is undoubtedly the most direct and simple method."

Tang Rufeng's tone became slower and slower: "No matter whether they catch the person or not, every time they kidnap someone, it is a blow to Sun Chongyue's mental endurance. So even if they can't catch Miss Sun, or even sometimes do nothing, they can still make the Sun Group shrouded in shadows and haze, sinking deeper and deeper, and living a miserable life." Overt

conspiracy can often show miraculous effects when used skillfully, and is more useful than covert conspiracy.

The so-called behind-the-scenes person who brought down Sun, what they need to do is very simple, arrange people to affect Sun Leling's safety every now and then, as long as they are quick and leave no traces, even if Sun Chongyue knows who did it, he can do nothing without evidence.

Moreover, those people were hiding very deeply. Outsiders only knew which side they were on, but didn't know who was in the camp. They couldn't even retaliate or warn secretly.

This feeling was the most frustrating, with no place to use the power. Disgusting, simply disgusting.

And under such heavy pressure, how long could Sun Chongyue hold on?

Zhao Yulin only knew that Sun Chongyue loved his daughter dearly, and for the sake of this precious jewel in his palm, one day or another, he might really surrender.

...

The pros and cons were clearly picked out by Tang Rufeng, and after saying so much, what he was finally going to say next was the central idea.

"After all, scratching the surface is not as effective as using real weapons. If we can capture Miss Sun, the effect will be stronger than any psychological threat. Brother Zhao should suspect that in China, except for the Sword of the Dragon Group, no organization is better at stealing people than the Tang Sect."

The stealing here does not mean climbing over the wall to pick red apricots, but real stealing, except that what is stolen is not physical objects, but real people.

Thinking about the whole sentence again, it seems to be a threat.

Zhao Yulin was threatened twice in just one day. He felt uncomfortable. When he was walking in the bloody darkness, few people dared to threaten him. Why did people treat him like a soft persimmon when he returned to his homeland?

Was it because the customs of his homeland were not very friendly, or because he had never shown his fangs since he came back?

So Zhao Yulin grinned, his teeth were very white, as white as dead bones.

His eyes were very cold, as cold as late autumn water.

"I am Tianlan~"

"What?"

"Is it really okay for you to talk to me like this? Don't you know that I am not a human?" His voice was quite tired.

Tang Rufeng's eyes were a little evasive when he looked at him. Evasion means panic, even if it is rare, light and faint, but it is fear after all.

He was obviously not afraid just now.

"I'm a Shura who crawled out of a pile of dead bodies, little brother." Zhao Yulin said jokingly, and stood up and walked behind the young master of the Tang Sect. Tang Rufeng couldn't see what his expression was at this time, but there was a razor-like temperature on his skin.

The razor is cold and sharp, symbolizing tearing and cutting.

It was a very absurd feeling, but it was extremely real. Tang Rufeng unconsciously stretched his collar and pressed it against his neck to prevent the cold air from getting in, but it had little effect.

He recalled the mysterious hut in the Tang Sect manor that no one was allowed to approach. He had secretly run to see it once when he was a child, and since then he has avoided the existence of that room as if it were a ghost. There

was a person in the room. He couldn't see his appearance and age clearly, but the fear he brought to him was exactly the same as Zhao Yulin at this moment.

The sword Murasame was in Zhao Yulin's hands for no reason, and the blade was hanging on the left side of his back. With the sharpness of Murasame, it would not be difficult to pierce the heart if it was pushed forward a few centimeters.

"Is this how Brother Zhao treats guests?"

Tang Rufeng's voice was a little hoarse and very unnatural, but he didn't seem to be afraid.

"I don't have a way of treating guests, I only have a temper." Zhao Yulin held the knife and spoke softly.

Tang Rufeng said: "Business is originally negotiated like this. I am responsible for explaining the pros and cons briefly, and you are responsible for considering the conditions and bargaining chips. Personal emotions and thoughts are not rational in business. At least this kind of heavyweight business cannot be swayed by emotions."

Not everyone is a businessman.

Zhao Yulin smiled and said, "Maybe you are right, but you seem to be a little too confident. You went to the meeting alone without even a knife. Have you ever thought that if you can threaten me, I can also threaten you? Or do you think I don't have the courage?"

"I just think that if you live to this stage of life like Brother Zhao, even though you are young, you should understand the importance of following the rules." Tang Rufeng said.

Zhao Yulin threw the slender Fuso sword on the bed, sat back to his original position, and the two talked face to face again.

"If it was yesterday, I would have thought the way you said. Respecting the rules of the game is the basic element of survival. I am not a businessman, but I can understand this with my reckless brain."

Then, cold smoke slowly rose from his gloomy face, as terrifying as black iron: "But when you were calculating, you forgot to take one thing into consideration, that is, I just escaped from death, and I was on the verge of going crazy but not yet going crazy. Facing a madman step by step, doesn't Mr. Tang know that he is playing with fire?"

A madman is someone who can do anything.

Tang Rufeng lowered his crossed legs, his shoes made a sound when hitting the floor, and he snorted heavily: "Sixth Soldier King Tianluo, you shouldn't be so fragile, and Brother Zhao is still far from going crazy."

"But for someone who has stepped on the desperate situation, no matter how ridiculous the means are, it is worth trying, because there is no choice."

Zhao Yulin said.