The old man was wrong about one thing.
It was true that Tang Jinyan was loyal to his friends. It was also true that he disliked this kind of situation where brothers killed each other. It was also true that the idea of flipping the table had always been in his mind. However, the reason why he suddenly put it into action today was because of Song Ji-hyo.
Whether it was because he wanted to make the environment around Song Ji-hyo safer or because he was angry when he saw how frightened Song Ji-hyo was. In any case, the reason for his anger was quite complicated.
"You … flipped the table because of me?" Song Ji-hyo peeked at his side profile as he drove and asked cautiously.
"Half and half."
Tang Jinyan answered honestly, "I've always hated people like them. They only know how to target their own brothers."
"Them?
Including President Bai? "
"Hmm … Zhixiao, do you know when I was closest to Old Six?"
"I don't know …"
"It was when he sneakily took out your photo and asked me to help him put on a show."
Tang Jinyan's tone was a little regretful, "Although it was very stupid, it really made us feel like brothers.
Other times, he had too many motives, including when he self-righteously pushed you to me. "
Song Ji-hyo nodded silently. She could understand Tang Jinyan's thoughts.
"Actually, we don't need him to set us up." Tang Jinyan suddenly smiled.
Song Ji-hyo tilted her head and looked at him with a smile.
The car drove into the cool and refreshing area. After making a few turns, it was already dusk.
A villa appeared in front of them. The entrance was heavily guarded.
Seeing the car approaching, the guard opened the door and greeted with a smile, "Ninth Masters."
Tang Jinyan waved his hand and stopped the car.
Song Ji-hyo got out of the car and looked at the black suits and bright lights around her. She took a deep breath as if she had a toothache, "It's different from what I imagined …"
"What's wrong?"
Tang Jinyan blinked, "You thought that I should live in a dirty alley with all kinds of people. Then I entered a gloomy attic with knives, sticks, and beer cans all over the floor?"
Song Ji-hyo scratched her head awkwardly, "I think so. I've watched too many Korean dramas."
Tang Jinyan laughed involuntarily, "I have to change your mind.
The kind of gangsters you see are actually very rich. Otherwise, all the money they earn would be fed to the dogs....
.................... "
Song Zhixiao was speechless. She took his arm and followed him into the villa. "Actually, there are also people like you in Korean dramas. It's just that I haven't understood it yet."
The villa was brightly lit, but the black suits were gone. A few servants greeted the two of them. "Master Jiu."
Then, they all stared at Song Ji-hyo curiously. One of the aunties recognized Song Ji-hyo and looked a little excited …
Song Ji-hyo felt that she had returned to the human world from a legendary story, or that the Jianghu movie she was watching suddenly turned into a life movie.
Tang Jinyan waved his hand, "Just order whatever you want. Clean up the guest room."
The servants were all startled and left with strange expressions on their faces.
The first half of the sentence was easy to understand, but what did the second half mean?
The Ninth Masters brought a woman home and ordered the servants to clean up a guest room?
Song Ji-hyo sat on the sofa and looked at him for a while with a faint smile. Then, she shook her head and laughed.
Her eyes casually glanced at the wall and praised, "Chinese landscape painting, Eight Horses Painting, Chinese calligraphy … How elegant."
Tang Jinyan smiled and brought two cans of Coke over. He threw one to her, "Have some wine with dinner."
Song Ji-hyo opened it casually and took a sip. She smiled, "What's that calligraphy again?"
Tang Jinyan turned his head and glanced at her. He said in Chinese, "Tolerance is great."
"What do you mean?"
Tang Jinyan spread his hands, "It's classical Chinese. I don't know.
I've never read books. "
"I don't know. You hang it on the wall too?"
"Just hang it casually. It's quite comfortable looking at it."
"What about the literal meaning?"
"Literally …" Tang Jinyan rubbed his chin and thought for a while, "It's a person called Yourong. She has a big belly."
"…" Song Ji-hyo rolled her eyes at him. Even a pig would know that he didn't mean it that way. It turns out that this guy also knows how to make dirty jokes when he's close to her …
"Haha … Actually, what I mean is that there are too many fools around you. If you compete with all of them, you'll end up tormenting yourself. In the underworld, you have to know how to tolerate fools in order to make it big." Tang Jinyan casually took off his coat and walked into the inner room, "I'm going to train. You play by yourself."
Song Ji-hyo followed him with great interest and watched as he walked into the equipment room and began to warm up.
She couldn't tell because he was usually wearing a shirt, but his arms were so thick … tsk tsk, they were almost as thick as the thighs of many people.
Among his acquaintances, Jin Zhongguo's muscles were often praised by others. But from the looks of it, they were still lacking compared to him.
Speaking of which, if he wasn't such a brute, how could he have made a name for himself?
And that tattoo …
"Is that a dragon?" Song Ji-hyo leaned against the door frame and sized it up, "It's quite beautiful.
Look at the lines, there's more on the back? "
"Yes, there's more on the front of my chest." Tang Jinyan lay on the fitness machine and began to push the barbell, "I'm a nine-headed dragon, so I got a nine-headed dragon tattoo.
At first, I was hoping that it would become a domineering nickname. But later, after I learned some famous Chinese novels, I realized that there was a very famous character in a novel called the nine-headed dragon. So, I had no choice but to be an honest Tang Jiu. "
Song Ji-hyo couldn't help but laugh.
Tang Jinyan pushed the barbell. She didn't know how heavy it was, but he looked very relaxed, "I said, don't stare at me. I feel uncomfortable being stared at by you. If I sprain my ankle, I'll get you in trouble!"
"Okay, okay." Song Ji-hyo walked away casually and looked around.
When she reached the second floor, there was a room that wasn't closed. She walked in casually.
When she saw the situation in the room, she was stunned for a moment. Then, she shook her head and smiled.
This was a study room.
Song Ji-hyo felt that this Tang Jinyan was quite good at pretending to be cool. As a triad, he even learned to set up a study room. The bookshelves even covered three walls. Wouldn't there be hundreds of books?
Could he understand them?
Could he finish reading them?
It would be an amazing feat to finish reading a few books.
Song Ji-hyo walked in casually. There were a few books on the desk. She picked one up, and her expression gradually changed.
It was a Chinese book. She couldn't understand it at all. But judging from the degree of wear on the pages, Tang Jinyan must have read it many times.
She flipped the book open. The pages were densely packed with many crooked essays. It was obvious that he didn't practice writing, but his attitude …
So, when he was at home, he had been self-studying … and he was so serious.
Some of the essays were in Chinese, and some were in Korean. It seemed that he wrote it down according to his feelings. There was no special rule.
Song Ji-hyo could barely recognize a paragraph in Korean. She read it softly, "When the Yuan brothers fought, HB was f * cked. When Liu Biao's son fought, Jingzhou became a b * tch."
"Pffft …" Song Ji-hyo couldn't help but laugh out loud.
As she laughed, she suddenly thought of something. Her expression became serious again.
She wasn't a complete outsider to the current situation of the Yuan brothers …
She was in a daze for a while. Then, she slowly closed the book and flipped to another one. On the title page, she saw a sentence: "Take a warning, the consequences of using 108 clubs to whitewash."
She shook her head and smiled. Her slender hand brushed past the other books on the desk. There were Chinese and Korean books. Without exception, all of them had been read until they were tattered. The pages were densely packed with comments after reading them.
Song Ji-hyo whispered to herself, "This is Tang Jinyan.
Baek Chang-soo, you've studied him for many years. Have you really understood him? "