"Wang Xiong's meaning is clear to me. However, as Wang Xiong should also understand, even at this moment, if I were to say something to His Highness, it would require a certain amount of time for His Highness..."
Since the conversation had reached this point, Han Mo naturally stopped pushing it aside and spoke directly.
"No, no, no, Brother Han, you misunderstand. What I mean is, I, Wang Bing, am willing to follow Brother Han from now on, no matter whom Brother Han chooses to support!"
Hearing Wang Bing say this, Han Mo was stunned. He hadn't expected this fellow to have such great resolve.
Currently, he was at most a seventh-rank official. For this fellow to speak like this at this juncture, whether it was his insight or his intellect, it truly made Han Mo look upon him with new respect!
"Brother Wang, please don't joke. I'm merely a minor official of the seventh rank. How can I deserve your declaration of following my lead?"
"Brother Han, why be so modest? You come from a prestigious family, and reaching a high position is merely a matter of time. I was also guided by an enlightened master, which is why I dared to visit today. Please do not find my visit bothersome!"
"Guided by an enlightened master?"
For some reason, upon hearing this, Han Mo suddenly thought of Shao Bowen, whom he had met in Bianliang City.
"Let me take a guess. Brother Wang, the enlightened master you met, could it be that his surname is Shao..."
"How did you know? The enlightened master told me that I have a deadly tribulation at the age of thirty-seven. If I can overcome this tribulation, I will achieve great success in the future. However, if I cannot overcome it, then all efforts will be in vain. And with my own strength, overcoming this tribulation is as difficult as ascending to heaven. The only way to overcome this tribulation is to follow Brother Han!"
Hearing this, Han Mo became somewhat bewildered. At this moment, he didn't know what to say.
Could there really be people in this world who could predict things to such an extent?
Or, could it be that he was also a transmigrator?
Wang Bing was already 32 years old. It was now the second year of Xuanhe. According to original history, didn't Wang Bing die in the Taiyuan Defense War in the seventh year of Xuanhe?
If calculated this way, wouldn't it be exactly 37 years old in five years?
"Brother Han?"
Seeing Han Mo's absent-minded look, Wang Bing once again waved his hand in front of his eyes.
"Brother Wang, aren't you afraid that this enlightened master is deceiving you?"
After a moment of silence, Han Mo asked with a wry smile.
"Brother Han, you absolutely must not say that. He is my life-saving benefactor. If it weren't for him, I would probably still be a stable hand who looked after horses right now!"
Looking at his earnest demeanor, Han Mo was utterly speechless.
If possible, he really wanted to meet this Master Shao again.
"Brother Wang, could you introduce me to this enlightened master? I had the fortune of meeting him once in Bianliang City, but we didn't speak for long before he quietly departed!"
"You know him too? Of course, that's no problem. He is currently in the military camp. I will send someone to invite him over right away!"
Although Han Mo did not directly agree to anything, Wang Bing happily smiled and said, hearing Han Mo's words.
"I think it would be better this way. How about you, Brother Wang, go personally? I fear that the person you send might be slipped away by that enlightened master halfway there..."
"Hahahaha! That makes sense, then I'll go personally!"
Hearing Han Mo say this, Wang Bing also burst into laughter.
"Then I'll have someone prepare a banquet now and await Brother Wang's good news!"
"Good!"
After Wang Bing finished speaking, he also stood up and headed towards the military camp. Han Mo, on the other hand, directly went to the front yard and instructed people to prepare a banquet.
Although they had met once in Bianliang City, at that time Han Mo was in a hurry to resolve the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism, and did not even have time to say more. Now, less than a month later, they met again in this city of Mingzhou, and he was truly looking forward to this meeting with Shao Bowen.
Half an hour later, just as the banquet was being prepared, Shao Bowen actually came to Han Mo's courtyard again with Wang Bing.
"Master Shao, we meet again!"
Seeing Shao Bowen again, Han Mo was truly curious. Was this fellow a transmigrator like himself?
"Lord Han, you have caused me great suffering!"
Upon hearing Han Mo say this, Shao Bowen also said with a smile.
"I say, the two of you, aren't we here to eat today? I'm waiting to taste the bride's cooking!"
Seeing the two of them start speaking in riddles again, Wang Bing quickly said with a smile.
"Hahahaha, Brother Wang is right. The banquet is ready. Let's be seated first!"
Hearing him say this, Han Mo also immediately invited the two to be seated again with a smile.
"Master Shao, we met briefly last time and parted in a hurry. In fact, I've always had a few questions I wanted to ask you. I wonder if you could enlighten me today?"
After the three of them had taken their seats again as hosts and guests, Han Mo picked up a cup of wine, cupped his hands towards Shao Bowen, and then spoke with a smile.
"Lord Han, you are a talented scholar of this era, and yet you cannot figure out these questions. How can I possibly understand them? However, feel free to ask any questions you have. But first, if your questions are too tricky, I might not be able to answer them!"
While speaking, Shao Bowen also raised his cup and gestured towards Han Mo, drinking it in one gulp before smiling and putting down the wine cup.
"I wonder if you have heard of refrigerators, color TVs, and washing machines?"
After hesitating for a moment, Han Mo finally spoke.
"Ah? What machine?"
Seeing the surprised expression on his face, Han Mo felt a wave of disappointment. He didn't even know about this, could it be that he had transmigrated even earlier than himself?
"Steam engine!"
After a dry cough, Han Mo spoke again.
"What is a steam engine?"
Seeing his completely confused look, Han Mo felt a surge of frustration.
He didn't even know about this. Even if he was truly a transmigrator, what good was that?
If he didn't even know about this thing, what use would he be?
"It's essentially a piece of machinery that is still in the theoretical stage. If it can truly be successfully developed, it might save a large amount of manpower..."
After confirming that this fellow was not a transmigrator, Han Mo's interest in him immediately diminished greatly.
He had initially thought he had finally found someone to talk to, but it seemed his thoughts were all in vain.
"Lord Han is indeed the foremost talent of the Great Song. I truly have never heard of such a thing..."
Shao Bowen said this with a hint of awkwardness. The other person asked two questions, and he hadn't even heard of them, which truly made him, who prided himself on his vast knowledge, feel a bit ashamed at this moment.