Chapter Twenty-Four: Assassins Need to Be Literate Too

Leaving the Washomen, in the blink of an eye, Mr. Hei returned to Yangzhou City with Jingfa, and along the way, the surrounding scenery was still as flickering and fascinated as when he went.

"Mr. Hei, how will I go back to the door alone in the future? I don't know how to go this way. Jing Fa scratched his head and asked.

"Hehe, when you need to go, someone will take you. For a long time, I guess you won't have to go anywhere. After finishing speaking, Mr. Hei stopped talking and led Jingfa to walk briskly towards the west of the city.

Half an hour later, the two came to a large mansion, and the plaque at the door of the house had three big characters written on it: "Sitongtang." โ€

At the door of Sitong Hall was still standing the middle-aged man Jingfa had seen yesterday.

When the man saw Mr. Hei, he hurriedly stepped forward and greeted, "This gentleman, do you have anything to send?"

"You have a boat, I have something to cross. Mr. Black asked.

"Yes, of course, big boats, small boats, you name it. The middle-aged man replied with a smile.

"Okay, let's go in and have a look. Mr. Black nodded.

After the middle-aged man led Mr. Hei and Jingfa into the door, Jingfa found that he did not lead them in the direction they visited yesterday, but walked into a small room, and there were three words written on the edge of the room that Jingfa couldn't understand at all.

After entering the house, the middle-aged man gently closed the door, and suddenly, the surroundings were quiet, and no sound could be heard.

Jingfa felt that since the door was closed, he felt as if he had come to another world, a world of isolation, where he could hear his heartbeat quietly.

"Meet Mr. Black. After the door closed, the middle-aged man swept away his previous smile, and said with a respectful face to Mr. Hei.

"Well, today we have a new partner in Washomon, and we will arrange for someone to take him to a good experience. As he spoke, Mr. Hei pointed to Jingfa behind him.

The middle-aged man smiled at Jing and said, "Boy, it seems that you successfully delivered the courier." โ€

"Hmph, this kid is crooked, and our secret whispers in the door also tell people to teach him well, okay, I still have things to do, let's go first, and then he will stay with you." After saying that, Mr. Hei patted Jingfa on the shoulder and left the room.

The moment the door opened, Jingfa felt that the noise outside poured into the room, filling everywhere, but when Mr. Hei walked out of the house and closed the door again, the world was quiet again, and there was no sound left.

Looking at such a magical scene, Jingfa was a little dumbfounded.

"Haha. Seeing Jing Fa's expression, the middle-aged man smiled and said, "There's nothing surprising, this is the VIP room, here, all the secrets don't have to worry about being leaked out, because no one has the ability to overhear a trace of content outside the door." โ€

"VIP, what is it?" Jing Fa had never heard of before, and asked suspiciously.

"Hehe, this is an ancestor in the door when he traveled in the far west of the country, learned the local language, and created the code language after coming back, the full name is very important person, alluding to the meaning of distinguished guests, that is, those employers who entrust us to do things in the Kinsamon Door, and this is called the VIP room, which means that only the employers of the Kinsamon are qualified to come in, and it is also the place where we talk business with the employer. The middle-aged man patiently explained.

For this explanation, although Jing Fa didn't understand it at all, he pretended to understand very well, nodded frequently, and stretched out his thumb from time to time to express his admiration.

The middle-aged man chuckled, and then said: "There are a lot of secret words in this door, I will teach you a few commonly used ones, in addition to VIP, another commonly used one is '+', '-', 'ร—', 'รท'." As he spoke, the man took out a piece of paper and wrote '+', '-', 'ร—', and 'รท' on it.

"This ...... What is it?" Jing Fa was surprised again.

"This is also a symbol created by the ancestors in the door, representing the four algorithms in arithmetic, and I will show you it with an abacus. Then, the middle-aged man took out his abacus and counted the four symbols.

Just like just now, Jingfa was still confused, but he pretended to understand very well.

Seeing Jing Fa's knowing appearance, after the man put away the abacus, he took out a package, Jing Fa looked at it, this package seemed to be exactly the same as the one he sent to No. 54-8 Qingzhi Lane in Xu Mu Lane yesterday, and the same address was written on it.

"After learning these four code words, you should be able to understand this address, right?" the man smiled and threw the package to Jing Fa.

Jing Fa took the package and scolded in his heart: "His grandfather's, killing people is not enough, simple and pure, when do assassins need to be so cultured." โ€

The middle-aged man saw Jing Fa staring intently at the address, as if he was in deep thought, he smiled knowingly, and quietly waited for the other party to give an answer.

But as everyone knows, at this time, Jingfa is scolding these necessary knowledge in the Waseimen to nothing, scolding and scolding, the sleepiness of not sleeping all night last night came to his mind, and the surroundings were so quiet, his eyelids unconsciously closed.

Time passed minute by minute, and gradually, the middle-aged man's brows became tighter and tighter, and his patience gradually passed.

At this moment, a loud snoring sound came from Jing Fa's mouth, the middle-aged man was startled, looked carefully, and found that Jing Fa was sitting and asleep, and suddenly became angry, and slapped Jing Fa on the back.

"Ahem, ahem. The saliva that almost flowed from the corner of Jingfa's mouth was squirted out by the middle-aged man with a palm, and he coughed repeatedly.

"Boy, let me tell you, since I started Zhao Yuan, how many newcomers have been accepted here, there has never been a person as lame as your kid, you are a crappy three, you don't want to learn, right, Lao Tzu is not taught, don't kneel and beg me when you encounter trouble in the future, get out, get out of me." As he spoke, Zhao Yuan raised his palm and was about to shoot it on the top of Jing Fa's head, so frightened that he hurriedly jumped up and rushed out of the door.

Jingfa turned around to see if Zhao Yuan had caught up while running, and as soon as he ran to the corridor outside, he slammed and bumped into someone head-on.

"Ouch, who is it, don't have eyes. The man was hit by Jingfa and fell heavily to the ground, wailing in his mouth.

However, Jingfa felt that the place he had just bumped into was soft and elastic, which made him stand firm with a slight support on his feet.

He saw a fat man lying on the ground in front of him, about his age, but his belly was as fat as two of him.

After a closer look, Jing Fa recognized that the fat man was wearing the clothes of Sitongtang, and thought that he was a member of the same family, so he hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, this senior brother." โ€

"Senior brother, who is your senior brother?" the fat man shook off Jing Fa's hand and said angrily.

At this moment, Zhao Yuan walked over from behind and sneered: "Zhou Xiaopang, congratulations, your record has finally been broken, and it has been completely broken." โ€

"What record?" asked the fat man, scratching his head.

"This crappy third is ranked 16,872nd in the six-rank book. Zhao Yuan glanced at Jingfa with a slight sneer, and then left by himself.

"16872, hahahahaha, 16872!" Suddenly, the fat man's laughter echoed in the sky, lasting for a long time.