Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 872 Mass Interception of All-Access

Zhuge Qing knelt down before He Songling with a "thump".

"Please grant my request, senior!"

The three Zhuge Liangs standing nearby, having overheard their conversation, quickly chimed in, "Senior, we beg you to grant our request!"

"Hey, let me correct you first. I'm not some senior. My name is Ling Songhe, and I'm... let's say I'm twenty years old."

He Songling did want to say he was born in the 2000s, but it was too early for him to admit it. So he had no choice but to say he was five years older, like he was born in 1995, and was forced to play the role of an old man from the last century.

"Secondly, Zhuge Yuancai is the president of Trinity University, and I can't control much of him. In particular, the power structure of Trinity University is very transparent, and I can't bypass the council of elders to give orders directly."

"Then, then this..." The three Zhuges were all filled with disappointment. Zhuge Qing was quick-witted and his mind raced. He had just stood up, but he was instantly snapped back as if by a rubber band and banged his head on the ground.

"Since that's the case, having heard that Zhang Lingyu of the Celestial Master's Mansion, Xia He of the Quanxing Sect, and Wang Ye of the Wudang Sect are following you... to your side, I am also willing to follow you, to hold your horse and saddle your feet, through countless eons. I beg you... I beg Mr. Ling to grant my request!"

"Ouch!"

Not to mention the three Zhuges, even Wang Ye, Zhang Lingyu, and the others looked at Zhuge Qing kneeling on the ground in shock. Wang Ye was stunned, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word. In the end, he could only give a thumbs up and say, "Zhuge Qing, you... are truly astounding!"

"Follow me..."

He Songling found it interesting. Wang Ye and Zhang Lingyu, after being expelled from their sect, both joined Na Du Tong. Zhuge Qing, due to the Divine Hundred Refinements technique passed down by Ma Xianhong of Biyou Village, was also forced to join the company.

Now that these three are all around me, have I become a niche within the company?
Yeah.

He Songling himself wanted to play a trick on Na Du Tong. He disagreed with many of Na Du Tong's practices, not to mention that the money these bastards used to start the company was his own, making them natural adversaries.

In that case, it's quite necessary to poach the company's best talent.

In the original story, there are also side stories involving Zhou Quan's great-grandson, Song Mian's grandson, Tian Xiaodie and Zhuge Yunhui's great-granddaughter, and the daughter of a female disciple from Qinghe Village, all of whom join Na Du Tong. Now that Song Mian has no descendants and Zhou Quan's great-grandson isn't involved in Qi cultivation, it's better to bring the remaining two along as well.

Especially Zhuge Qing. Although his strength seemed lackluster later on, he was clearly quick-witted. Plus, he was a total scumbag; I vaguely remember him managing to snag a girlfriend in Biyou Village. She was also a swordsman and was forcibly recruited by the company. Why not teach them both together and cause some trouble for All Tong?

"If that's the case, then that's fine. But there's one thing I need to tell you first."

He Songling pointed at Wang Ye and Zhang Lingyu: "They're both by my side, but they've both been expelled from their sects. I can't show favoritism to one over the other..."

"Understood." Zhuge Qing took out his phone and dialed his father directly. "Hey, Dad, starting today, I'm leaving the Wuhou Sect. Please remove my name from the family genealogy!"

"Holy crap!" The three Zhuge Liangs beside him stared in disbelief. "Qing, are you out of your mind?"

At that moment, Zhuge Gong's voice came through the speakerphone on the phone: "Have you met the senior?"

“They don’t allow me to call you ‘senior,’ they want me to call you Ling Songhe.” Zhuge Qing didn’t answer directly, but that was the gist of it.

"Alright, thank you for taking care of my son, senior. I'll remove your name tonight and also post an announcement on our official website to let everyone know."

“Hey, Zhuge Gong, this is what you do,” He Songling said from the side. “These days, apart from Zhang Chulan, you’re rarely seen as shameless as you.” “Thank you for the compliment, senior, but there are some,” Zhuge Gong laughed on the other end of the phone. “There’s a temporary worker named Wang Zhenqiu in the Southwest Region of Na Du Tong. I met him once when I went to the Wuhou Temple in Chengdu to pay respects to my ancestors. I learned a lot from him! He’s much more shameless than me.”

"I'll meet him if I get the chance." He Songling was still interested in Wang Zhenqiu. This old guy was no ordinary alien. His former teammates had fought aliens together, and there was even an alien under his command.

I've reached the end of my life in indulging in feudal superstitions; I've become a god among gods. But as for aliens, I haven't seen them yet.

However, it shouldn't be long. News of Liao Zhong's death in South China, behind the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, has already reached the ears of the East and North China managers. Judging from their reactions, Chen Duo was likely the culprit. Chen Duo's defection might lead to the company abolishing the temporary worker system, so Xu Si and Dou Le urgently recruited people overnight to discuss the matter.

Then it's estimated that the day when Biyou Village is destroyed is not far off.

Moreover, Ma Xianhong would take the initiative to seek out Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye, bringing them along as well, which was just right.

"Then it's settled. But there's one thing I told your son: don't call me senior. I'm just a 20-year-old college student, Ling Songhe. That's all."

"The senior is indeed quite witty and humorous, just like what my grandfather said."

"That bastard Zhuge Yunzhi, if I hadn't exposed Zhuge Yunpeng's outward strength but inward weakness, your branch would probably have had to wait until you, Zhuge Gong, became the head of the family. Without me, he would have been a marginal figure. And he still dares to slander me?"

He Songling flew into a rage: "You just wait, the day I pass through Zhejiang, I'll dig up your grandfather's grave!"

"Ah, this..." Zhuge Gong didn't know what to say, but in his heart he became even more certain of what his grandfather had told him. He Songling was indeed a very wicked person.

"goodbye!"

He Songling ignored Zhuge Gong and hung up the phone.

"Alright, that's settled then. Zhuge Qing will learn something from me from now on, and you three Zhuge... I'll find you a good job tomorrow."

The next day.

"One hundred and ten million!?"

Inside the luxurious manor in Zhonghai, an incredulous gasp echoed. A fat, middle-aged man was glaring at Wang Ye, his beard bristling.

"You brat, you even want the exact amount!"

Wang, standing to the side, nodded and chuckled obsequiously, "Hehehe, Dad, I rarely get to ask for anything these days, so please..."

This fat man was Wang Ye's father, Wang Weiguo, chairman of China Overseas Holdings. He was a prominent figure not only in Beijing but also throughout the country. One hundred and ten million was neither a lot nor a lot to him.

But he didn't want to give it.

Wang Weiguo found a stone stool in the courtyard, which was renovated like a garden, sat down, opened his thermos, blew on the tea, took a sip, and without even raising his eyelids, said, "No way."

(End of this chapter)