Chapter 19 is all about money!

  The old master's long beard was blowing loudly, and the small hammer with three stars on his back flew up again.

  "Wait..." Tang Zheng saw that the situation was not good, and quickly tried to placate him, "Master Ban, Master Ban don't get angry, getting angry will make you sick and no one can replace..."

  "Looking for death!" The old man put away the star power and flipped out from behind the counter, kicking Tang Zheng with one foot.

  Tang Zheng narrowed his eyes.

  Just as the old man flipped out from behind the counter, he quickly flipped in, and before the old man turned his head, one foot naturally kicked a pile of air.

  Old Master Fan was taken aback for a moment, and then he did another somersault, throwing himself into the counter.

  As soon as he entered the counter, Tang Zheng quickly turned it over again.

  The two men went back and forth like this for over a dozen times, but Master Fan still didn't kick Tang Zheng.

  Old Master Ban sat in the store every day, tinkering with things, clearly lacking exercise. After flipping through a dozen or so times, he was already panting: "You... if you were my grandson, I'd have to beat you to death."

  Tang Zheng was not that kind of person who didn't care, he naturally knew that with this old man's three-star battle strength, as long as his star power surged, one finger could destroy him.

  But Master Ban puffed out his chest and glared with his eyes, yet he didn't catch Tang Zheng. Instead, he also took a few more glances at him.

  At this age of Tang Zheng, one's life palace has not lit up yet, which is a bit late.

  But he also has a footwork and combat reaction that far exceeds what is expected of someone at his age.

  The gap between practice and actual combat is so big that even Master Ban can't understand what's going on.

  An old naughty boy and a little rascal both played until they were tired before sitting down again.

  Old Master Fan asked gruffly: "You just said that you're looking for me, Old Fan. What's this big business?"

  "Hey, isn't that... I don't have an ID card? A friend introduced me to come to the Treasure Pavilion to take care of it."

  "This is also called a big business? Thirty taels of silver for five pieces!" Old Master Fan snorted and stretched out his hand.

  "You really are a connoisseur." Tang Zheng could only return the pile of copper coins he had just received from Old Man Ban, back to his paws.

  The old master didn't even look, and threw those copper coins behind him. All that could be heard was the clanging sound of them hitting each other as they formed a line in mid-air, accurately falling into a small box behind the counter one by one.

  After receiving the money, Old Master Ban took out a paper box from under the counter.

  Tang Zheng leaned over to take a look, and the paper box was filled with all sorts of small signs. The larger ones were about the size of a playing card, while the smaller ones were only as big as the ring on a pop-top can. There were rectangular, square, round shapes, and every color and shape imaginable.

  Tang Zheng was dazed for a moment, as if he had seen those roadside stalls selling keychains in his previous life...

  "Identity badge... Ah, here it is." Mr. Ban's gaze became serious as he flipped out a metal card the size of half a playing card, "Alright, this is it."

  More than twenty kinds of brushes with varying thickness were taken out by him, his star power turned, three stars flashed one after another, his right hand was as steady as a rock, and he wrote with ink and brush in one breath.

  Various patterns are constantly being drawn on that blank nameplate.

  The original silver base color has already been covered with various colors here and there.

  After drawing the bottom pattern, Old Man Ban looked up and asked Tang Zheng: "Name?"

  "Tang Zheng. The Tang of Tangjia Fort, upright and proper."

  "...Class Old Master swept him a glance, "What a waste of such a good name."

  Tang Zheng was speechless.

  "What's your sex?" Mr. Ban continued to ask.

  Tang Zheng was even more speechless.

  The old master waved his hand and continued to ask: "From which family background?"

  Tang Zheng shrugged: "Which of these aristocratic families is farthest from Wulong Town?"

  "Clouds and Mists Family."

  "Then it's the Flowing Cloud Clan."

  "Your birth date and time."

  "I'm 22 today, born on October 9th, and the rest... just make something up."

  Mr. Ban bowed his head and drew again, after drawing a circle, he covered it with some kind of paper, but in a short while, the silver plate's pattern and characters were all dry.

  The old man took out his own ID card and put it together with the newly made one: "This is real, this is fake, take a look."

  Master Ban's craftsmanship is truly unmatched.

  Tang Zheng had the eyesight of "Everyone Come to Find Faults" which could pass through each level in just 10 seconds on average. However, even he, after repeatedly comparing and looking back and forth several times, couldn't find any difference between the two certificates.

  "How's it? Not bad, huh?" asked Old Man Ban.

  "Hmm, exactly the same...” Tang Zheng's eyes rolled around, and he lowered his head, a smile spreading uncontrollably across his face. "However, Master Ban, I heard that Jibao Pavilion has a good reputation, which is why I came..."

  "The reputation of Jubaoge is guaranteed by the City of Purple Gold!" Mr. Ban's face was filled with reverence when he mentioned the City of Purple Gold, and his expression turned even prouder when he talked about the reputation of Jubaoge!

  "But this one is also fake! Both of them are fake!"

  "How is this possible?!" Old Man Ban's beard even flew up, but in an instant he became embarrassed again, "Damn it, I grabbed the wrong one."

  Tang Zheng took one look at him puffing out his chest and hastily retreated two steps back.

  The old man looked at him again, took out another ID card and asked in surprise: "No mistake, these two are fake, I made a mistake. But... how did you find out?"

  The credibility of Jubaogei is indeed unproblematic, credibility is the foundation of Jubaogei's business and it is something they value more than life itself.

  So, Mr. Ban was very embarrassed, he didn't want Tang Zheng to misunderstand that he intentionally gave him a fake one for comparison.

  But on the other hand, he is also very strange, how did Tang Zheng see it?

  The identity badge coming out of the Treasure Pavilion is absolutely impossible to distinguish between true and false with the naked eye!

  "Look, here." Tang pointed to the two fake ID cards with the same pattern, and then pointed to a painting on the back of Old Master Ban, "The hook stroke! The place with the two patterns, and the right lower corner of the painting behind you, have the same hook stroke. So, I'm sure that the two you gave me are both fakes!"

  The old master's gaze at Tang Zheng had truly changed this time.

  Just now he picked up the wrong comparison plate, it was indeed an accident, but if there wasn't this accident, how could he have recognized such a not simple person?

  Tang Zheng just entered the store and had a casual argument with him, he only thought this person was interesting, but he had lived for so many years and seen many interesting people.

  After Tang Zheng bought the Yao ink, due to the misunderstanding of the name, the huge difference in cultivation and actual combat was revealed, which made him discover that this person might have secrets. However, having lived in Wulong Town for so many years, Ban Yi Lou was not someone who interfered with others' business. What did other people's secrets have to do with him?

  But now...

  The old master can't help but be moved!

  Tang Zheng surprisingly saw the same hook-like stroke in three different things!

  How shallow is that?

  How thin is that line?

  What kind of person would have such eyesight?

  "What's your real name?" Old Man Ban couldn't help but ask.

  This kind of thing is actually taboo in Wulong Town.

  Master Ban would never ask anyone from Wulong Town anything.

  "My name is Tang Zheng!" Tang Zheng scratched his ear, "Speaking of which, this ID card should be verifiable at the Hundred Refinements Workshop, right?"

  "What are you thinking?" Mr. Ban was suddenly flustered again, "This is a fake nameplate! Fake, do you know how to write the word 'fake'?"

  "So... there's no basis for investigation?"

  "Take this ID card and you can go anywhere in Wulong Town, because the Hundred Refinements Workshop of Wulong Town doesn't have a 'Red Dust Record', they won't be able to investigate your background."

  Tang Zheng nodded slightly.

  In other words, this fake ID card is enough for Tangjiabao.

  But he always felt it was still not enough...

  If he wasn't more greedy than others in everything, oh no, a bit more enterprising, his choice should have been rebirth instead of transmigration!

  "I want the kind that can be verified." Tang Zheng shook his head and insisted.

  "Impossible!" Old Man Ban was also very resolute, because that would no longer be a technical problem he could solve.

  "How much?"

  "It's not about the money!"

  An identity card that can be checked thoroughly may not just be a card!

  A genuine identity plate must be forged by a casting master of Baolianfang with seven stars or above, and then personally drawn by an array master with five stars or above. Every time a genuine plate is inserted into the "Hongchen Book", it can read out all the life information of the person on the plate through the special array of the Hongchen Book.

  "That's the problem with money," Táng Zhèng raised one finger, "one hundred taels, pure gold?"

  "You little scamp, have you gone mad? One hundred taels of pure gold can buy half of the Tang family's estate!" Old Master Fan almost hit Tang Zheng on the head with a burst of anger.

  But for Tang Zheng, a hundred taels of pure gold was just a small piece in the mountain of gold bricks.

  ...and ID card...

  The sooner it's settled, the fewer hidden dangers! As long as I can get it in hand as soon as possible, even if I have to pay 10,000 taels of silver, it's worth it!

  "Not enough?" Tang Zheng stretched out two fingers, "Two hundred taels? Pure gold!"

  "You're crazy, absolutely crazy."

  "Still not enough? Three hundred taels? Hmm, I only have pure gold..."

  "Only a fool..." Old Master Ban re-examined Tang Zheng, "You're so naive, aren't you afraid I'll have some wicked thoughts? You should know, this is Wulong Town!"

  "But isn't this the Treasure Pavilion?" Tang Zheng's single glance had struck the deepest chord of pride in Uncle Fan's heart, but his next sentence immediately revealed his true nature, "Is it a big deal this time?"

  "...No matter what reason it is, whether it's from heaven or earth, Master Fan can't figure it out. A person who can take out several hundred taels of pure gold, why would he insist on having an identity plaque that can be investigated?"

  A new ID card, representing a abandonment of all past things and a brand new start...

  "Or five hundred taels..."

  "Pure gold! Deal!" Tang Zheng hadn't even finished speaking before he grabbed the unverifiable ID card, "Real card, how long can you deliver?"

  "You scoundrel! I said 500 taels! Can't you just lower the price a bit?"

  "How long will it take to deliver?" Tang Zheng asked his own question very stubbornly. He cared about what kind of money it was, but he cared most about the time!

  A fake ID card should be enough for Tángjiābǎo.

  But it's definitely better to be earlier.

  At least three months...

  "A month later I will send over a deposit of one hundred and twenty."

  "You... " Old Master realized he wasn't joking, "You really want an identity plate that can investigate the bottom?"

  "It's settled then." Tang Zheng turned around and left without any hesitation.

  It wasn't until he had been gone for a long time that Old Man Ban came back to his senses: "Grass! No, that's not right! What did I agree with him on?!"

  A genuine ID card, several key processes such as the base and engraving must go through Bai Lianfang, absolutely can't be bypassed!

  In other words, if Old Man Bān didn't use his connections, he wouldn't be able to accomplish it on his own.