Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 786 King Wudang
"What money?"

Zhang Chulan turned around, looking completely bewildered.

"You don't pay for issuing certificates? Here." He Songling pulled out a sign that read: Drilling holes in brick walls, screen protector application, certificate issuance, jailbreaking phones, massage and bone setting, fortune telling, fried rice and noodles, criminal litigation, programming code, game boosting, and playing games with elementary school students.

"The cost of materials, the service fee, the time fee, the service fee, in total... well, let's say 14,000." He Songling counted on his fingers for a while and then gave Zhang Chulan a number that made him question his existence.

Zhang Chulan is indeed questioning the meaning of life right now.

He originally thought that his most ignorant moment was a few months ago when he first stepped into the world of supernatural beings. The unknown, danger, tyranny, panic, plunder, countless pieces of knowledge and new world rules passively flooded into his mind all at once. At that time, Zhang Chulan was on the verge of collapse under immense pressure.

Fortunately, he was, after all, Zhang Huaiyi's grandson, and possessed the intelligence to get into a top-tier national university like Nankai University (a 985 university). After gradually settling down, he discovered that the principles of conduct he had learned from his father and grandfather, and which he had honed through over a decade of practical experience, were still effective in the world of the supernatural.

That'll do.

After Zhang Chulan grasped the basic situation, he decided to cling to the company's coattails, employing his shameless and subservient methods while simultaneously using his superior intelligence to frantically absorb all knowledge. During his cultivation, his protective instincts towards Feng Baobao also gradually strengthened.

Zhang Chulan began to feel a little smug. Although dangers still lurked everywhere, the road ahead was no longer a complete mess. He began to gradually untangle the tangled threads and sometimes even felt that he was in a bit of a predicament.

So what if they're extraordinary people?

But now he realizes he was wrong; the world of supernatural beings is far too complicated.

"Big brother, I don't want it! Take it away, I'll buy the ticket at full price." Zhang Chulan shrank back like a rabbit.

He Songling glared at him, "We've already done it, and now you're saying you don't want it anymore? No way! If you don't want it, what do you want me to do?"

"Who told you to do it!"

"You didn't say no when I made it, but now you're saying no? This stuff has your name, photo, birth diary, and student ID number printed on it. Who else can I sell it to?"

He Songling was far more of a rogue than Zhang Chulan: "You don't want to do it? I'll make 50,000 copies for you, write 'Treat Yang Wei,' and plaster them all over Tianjin. Also, I'll use your identity information to take out loans from a dozen or twenty online lending platforms, get three to five million, and then you can tell the debt collectors who come to your door!"

"No, you..." Zhang Chulan turned around: "Third brother, fourth brother, are you going to ignore this? Is there no law or justice left?"

“Fraud is a matter for the public security authorities to handle…” Xu Si scratched his head. Actually, he really wanted to give this guy a good beating, but this was a public place, and as the head of the North China region, he still had to save face.

"Wait a minute..." Zhang Chulan suddenly realized something, "That thing with your personal identification information in your hand, it's not fake, is it?"

Before Zhang Chulan could finish speaking, the plump woman, hearing the argument, was overcome by Old Zhong's love of watching a spectacle. She peeked out to see what was going on, and upon seeing He Songling, her eyes immediately turned red.

"It's you again, you son of a bitch! You dare to come here again! You tried to scam me with nine fake certificates!" The fat woman grabbed He Songling by the collar and shouted, "Help! Arrest the criminal!"

"Nine volumes?" Not to mention Zhang Chulan, even Feng Baobao, who doesn't care about anything, gaped open, gave He Songling a thumbs up, and said, "Wow, that's amazing!"

"Hey, ma'am, what's going on?" Seeing that this was about to cause chaos, Xu Si, who was supposed to be an official, quickly grabbed the plump woman and asked, "How do you know it's forged? Did this guy make a fake ID in front of you?" "No, this bastard's fake ID was so realistic, it even passed the magnetic stripe scan on the machine. I didn't pay any attention at all. They all looked really young, I thought they were college students cosplaying on a group trip. Who knew, then an old man came along, also holding a student ID and asking for a discount!"

The plump woman grabbed He Songling by the collar, sobbing uncontrollably, "That old man is at least ninety-five! I'm afraid he'll die here any second now! Is there any justice in this world? Oh dear, I have to make up for all the money he swindled from me myself!"

"Ah this..."

Zhang Chulan and the Xu brothers were still sweating profusely, panicked by the growing number of people attracted by the noise, when they suddenly realized that Feng Baobao had disappeared.

"Where's the baby?"

Xu San suddenly realized.

"Third son, fourth son, Zhang Chulan, come this way!" Looking up, they saw that Feng Baobao had somehow managed to sneak into the scenic area during the chaos and was hanging upside down from a tree, waving at them furtively.

“Hesitating, that’s something a baby would do.” Xu San smiled helplessly.

"Let's go, let's save on tickets while we can." Xu Si strode away. Where was Zhang Chulan? Zhang Chulan had already dashed out the moment before.

Never overestimate Zhang Chulan's integrity, especially after he met He Songling.

"Fourth Brother, are all the people in the world of supernatural beings like this...?" Zhang Chulan asked, still feeling uneasy, as he walked along the path leading to the back mountain.

"Not entirely, in fact, it's just one example." A distinctly Beijing accent came from behind. Zhang Chulan turned around and saw a young Taoist priest walking lazily beside him.

"I am Wang Ye of Wudang. May I ask your name, benefactor?"

"Oh, my name is Zhang Chulan."

“Zhang Chulan? Hehe, Zhang Chulan.” Wang Ye grinned strangely. “It’s you, the protagonist who’s been making headlines at this year’s Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.”

"To be honest, I had no idea I had become the protagonist, nor did I want to be one." Zhang Chulan sighed. "I have no idea about the Qi Source Flow. My grandfather has too many secrets related to Longhu Mountain. I only hope that if I win this battle, I can meet the Old Celestial Master and resolve the doubts in my heart."

"Don't be nervous, I'm not here for your... you can rest assured. But you're here just to see the Celestial Master?" Wang Ye laughed.

"You've misunderstood something. There's nothing difficult about seeing the Celestial Master. You can see him whenever you want."

"Huh?" Zhang Chulan was taken aback. Seeing that Wang Ye was already leading the way, he quickly greeted Feng Baobao and Xu San and Xu Si, who were entangled with a fraudulent monk, and then ran forward.

"Look, there it is." After walking for a while, Wang pointed and saw two Taoist priests, one old and one young, taking pictures in front of the camera. The old priest even made a peace sign playfully.

"Uh..." Zhang Chulan was speechless.

(End of this chapter)