Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 875 King! General! Good!
"We can't leave."

Wang Ye shook his head and stepped forward to explain to his father, "Dad, Lao Ling was just joking with you. I've run into some trouble recently. Some people in my circle might be using any means necessary to target my family. I called them here to protect you."

"Really?" Wang Weiguo looked at his third son with suspicion. "Wang Ye, just tell me what's wrong. We're in the capital, right here in Beijing. Even if they commit a crime, they can't go far. You don't need to be afraid of them."

It was a foolish thing to say that; one shouldn't provoke someone who seemed to be "kidnapping" him with such words. But things had come to this point, and if they really were kidnappers, Wang Weiguo didn't think they would live just because they took the money. As a former soldier, he figured he might as well be a little more resolute and die with dignity.

"It would be good if he really had some difficulties." Wang Ye was actually hoping that he would encounter some trouble, at least that way, He Songling wouldn't mess with him... right?

At this moment, the bodyguards outside also entered, carrying riot shields, weapon crutches, riot forks, and other riot protection tools, and slowly advanced towards the group. Although the Wang family did not have the privilege of carrying firearms, it was not unreasonable to hire a few security guards for such a large estate.

However, these security guards are either retired soldiers or experts in Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) and other combat sports. Each of them is quite capable and has also trained in specialized coordination, making them truly formidable in combat.

"Mr. Wang, are you alright?" the security captain called out.

"Which of you three will go?" He Songling glanced at the three Zhuges with a weighing look, then put his gaze on Zhuge Qing's distant aunt. "Da Meng, you go. No formations allowed, no weapons allowed. You have... three minutes."

"Ugh, stop calling me Da Meng!" Zhuge Meng was a little unhappy, as it made her seem old, dull, and masculine.

"Okay, airport cutie."

"I'll drive a dirt car and beat you to death!" Zhuge Meng roared in a fit of impotence. But He Songling gestured toward Xia He with his lip, and Zhuge Meng lowered her head helplessly.

The gap is obvious.

"So you're the only bodyguards for President Wang, right?" Zhuge Meng, who had been humiliated by He Songling, pointed at her knuckles and charged fiercely at the Wang family's security team.

"One minute and forty-seven seconds, not bad, better than I expected." He Songling nodded, watching the clock, surrounded by a group of burly men lying on the ground.

Wang Weiguo's lips twitched as he watched his expensively hired security team lying on the floor sleeping during work hours.

"Hey, Xiao Wang, you take your men and head back first. You'll get double pay this month. Um, two people, help them all down."

"So, Uncle Wang, do you believe me now?" He Songling said with a smile, arms crossed.

“I do believe him, but the problem is, what kind of people has Xiao Ye gotten into trouble with?” Wang Weiguo was a little worried about his son. “Why don’t you let him stay with you? Xiao Ye will be safer with more people around.”

"It's no use. Wang Ye can beat those three as easily as she beat your bodyguards just now," He Songling said nonchalantly, making the faces of several Zhuge Liangs turn green.

“That’s right, Dad, you should stay here to protect yourself. I don’t need you to worry about me,” Wang Ye said from the side.

"Well... since they're so incompetent in your circle, how could they possibly protect me?"

"..." The three Zhuges exchanged glances: "How about we go home?"

"Hey, no, no, my dad was just joking with you. The three of you are very strong and skilled in divination, even stronger than Zhuge Qing, the son of the family head. How could you not protect someone?" Wang Ye quickly stopped him. "My dad was just joking. He's an outsider and doesn't understand. Don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously."

"Haha, my young friends, just kidding." Wang Weiguo laughed.

"Of course I know that you young friends are highly skilled, but in the bodyguard profession, being able to fight is not the goal; protecting the employer is. I, Old Wang, am giving you a little test to see if you can use reverse psychology to get rid of me and go fight on your own when you encounter danger. Consider it an interview."

"Since the three of you have come to protect me, you are now considered employees of the Wang family. To express my apology, I will offer you a monthly salary of 100,000... 150,000. I hope you will understand."

"Hmph!" Zhuge Guan sneered. "Do you think the Zhuge family has never seen money before? You think I'm the kind of person who can be swayed by a mere 150,000? You've got a good eye for people!"

Wang Weiguo was initially worried that he hadn't paid enough to insult the experts, and he was feeling uneasy. However, he didn't expect that these three strategists were so unpretentious, changing their expressions faster than He Songling could teleport. They immediately started to fawn over Wang Weiguo and surrounded him.

"For this little bit of money, I'm not kidding, but I'd have to protect Boss Wang 24/7 every day!" Zhuge Meng grumbled.

"The character '巽' signifies the merits of sandalwood!"

Zhuge Sheng was even more ruthless. He directly activated the formation and used magic to create a huge bonsai, on which a person was bowing forward.

"Hello, Mr. Wang! I'm not just greeting you; this is the name of my artwork, Mr. Wang. Every morning when you open your window, no matter which angle you look from, you'll see it greeting you, as if saying, 'Hello, Mr. Wang!'"

"Uh..." Wang Ye was speechless for a moment, then turned to Zhuge Qing and asked, "Are all your family members like this?"

"I'm begging you, Young Master Wang, a monthly salary of 150,000!"

Xia He, having been through the streets before, was different from these young masters. Knowing how hard it was to earn money and how difficult it was to make it, she snorted from the side: "Do you think everyone is from a wealthy family like you, a young master or a nobleman? 150,000? Even in the capital, do you know that at least ten million people can't earn that much in a year?"

“Indeed… Although my clansmen’s families don’t lack this salary, an annual salary of nearly two million is still a large sum for my family. Especially since they are still young, their families can’t possibly give them that much money.” Zhuge Qing nodded in agreement.

A monthly salary of 150,000 would amount to 1.8 million a year. Given Wang Weiguo's level, the remaining 200,000 would definitely be made up for with "year-end bonuses" or similar items. Although Zhuge Qing was also well-off, a third-tier idol whose annual salary was certainly more than 2 million, he wasn't at the point where he could take 2 million for granted.

Not to mention the younger generation, even Wang Ai was after the Feng family's money.

"Hehe." Wang Ye, who had never been beaten, still found it hard to understand the mentality of ordinary people. In his mind, it was certainly good that he had the high starting point of the Wang family in Zhonghai, but he was admitted to Tsinghua University on his own merits and entered Wudang with his own talent.

Over the years, he lived a simple life on Wudang Mountain, content with his poverty, and never asked his father for a single penny.

However, since everyone says so, he won't go against them.

(End of this chapter)