Lu Hou'er's own assessment of Old Eighth was that he could be used, even heavily relied upon. The only thing was that one had to think carefully about how to use him; one could not take the sword down a crooked path.
All at once, a thought surfaced in his mind. He found Old Eighth exceptionally handy, and the man himself was quite capable. Especially when it came to flattering others, he could make anyone feel wonderfully comfortable. Could he use him to bring himself some conveniences and benefits?
It was like having a beauty who served him well and had a good relationship with him. If he encountered some high-ranking noble or official and offered her up, it would also be a good thing for himself—another avenue, guaranteed profit without loss.
Old Eighth was no beauty, but Lu Hou'er had confidence in him. Perhaps, relying on his keen instincts and tactful nature, he could carve out a bloody path at Meng Zhao's side.
Meng Zhao was human too. And humans had needs, the seven emotions and six desires. With Old Eighth's cleverness, he would surely arrange everything perfectly.
When that time came, with such an outstandingly solid connection as Old Eighth, he would have better prospects than anyone else no matter what.
For instance, if they did the same task and sought credit for it, he and Xu Tingyun might be evenly matched. Yet if Old Eighth said one more word, Meng Zhao would naturally favor him.
Still, there were two matters he had not yet sorted out, so he had not made up his mind for the moment.
First, to say it or not, he had used Old Eighth for years to gather intelligence and keep a grip on information, and Old Eighth had been extremely useful. If