Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 878 Wang Weiguo Wants Immortality

"Hahahahaha!"

At the entrance of the Wang family's manor, Wang Weiguo was as happy as a cactus, patting He Songling's shoulder incessantly.

"Brother He, we hit it off immediately! You truly are a master, excellent, truly masterful!"

"Hey, congratulations! Congratulations! Uncle Wang has built such a great business empire, that's impressive!" He Songling said with a big smile as he helped Wang Weiguo carry the flower-decorated sedan chair.

“You’re all so tall, so tall.” Wang Weiguo clicked his tongue. “Hiss… Oh dear, you guys left in such a hurry. Why don’t you stay a couple more days? I’ll introduce you to all the people in my family one by one, and then we can think of something else to do.”

Wang Weiguo's thoughts were simple. First, He Songling was a highly skilled person, and judging from Wang Ye's appearance, he was at least no weaker than his master on Wudang Mountain. Second, He Songling was not the kind of hermit Taoist priest. He had already made it clear that he had eaten the previous 110 million.

"You want money? That's all!" For Wang Weiguo, getting money was the easiest thing to do. "You want money? I have money." For such a master, as long as he could protect his family and even be rooted in his family's bloodline and feng shui, ensuring the prosperity of his descendants, what was a hundred million? A billion would be worth it.

In a broad sense, Wang Weiguo's judgment of He Songling was not wrong. He did come here for money, but unfortunately, he was not the only one with money.

"Hey, starting a business is too tiring. I'm giving up. It's better to just do something simple and get cash directly."

He Songling was telling the truth. Just thinking about all those people and things was a headache. "Not to mention that besides Wang Ye, there are other things waiting to be resolved. There are so many of us here!"

He Songling glanced back at the four young men who were now following him and nodded to Wang Weiguo.

"He's a master." This kind of expert can't be bound. If he wants to leave, you can only send him off politely and make a good relationship. At least he can come to you for help if he needs it in the future. Wang Weiguo has this much insight.

"Well then, Brother He, didn't Xiao ask me for 100 million before? That was for Xiao Ye, and I can't control who he gives it to. But I think the favor you did for me is worth 100 million. Give me your bank account number, and I'll arrange to transfer it to you in the next couple of days."

Wang Weiguo said with an air of arrogance, "I'll take care of the tax matters for you. Whether it's a deferred payment or a legal tax exemption, you don't need to worry about it. I just guarantee that you'll receive 100 million yuan."

Wang Weiguo's words made Wang Ye's second sister-in-law, who was eavesdropping on the second-floor balcony, so angry that her teeth turned green. "This is all my family's money, mine!"

"Great! Uncle Wang is so generous!" He Songling accepted it without any psychological pressure, which made Wang Weiguo turn his head to look at him.

"Hahaha! Good! Great!" Wang Weiguo was stunned for a moment, then found He Songling even more interesting. He took He Songling's hand and said, "Brother He, I admire and respect you very much. I have an idea. From now on, we will be friends despite our age difference. How about we become sworn brothers here today?"

"Pfft...cough cough cough..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Ye nearly choked on his own saliva.

After these two days of conversations with Zhuge Qing, he roughly knew what kind of person He Songling was; at least he knew of He Songling's title as the first president of Trinity University. On the other hand, his father wasn't even sixty yet, and this man was over a hundred years old—were you going to become sworn brothers with him?
“Chichu, there’s no need for sworn brotherhood. Your Uncle Wang is a respectable man. It wouldn’t look good if word got out that he’d become sworn brothers with some random young guy. But we can have a friendship despite the age gap.” He Songling didn’t refuse. After all, Mr. Wang was now his top benefactor, having given him 210 million. It was only right to make friends.

"Hey, it's alright. As long as I don't break the law, who can interfere with my private life?" Wang Weiguo waved his hand and said confidently, "Brother He, don't worry. I, Old Wang, am a well-known figure in the country. Becoming a sworn brother isn't like taking a concubine. Who would dare to object? Wang Ye, quickly call me uncle!"

“Dad, calm down for a bit.” Wang Ye couldn’t help but lean closer and whisper to his father, “This man is over a hundred years old. You can call him Grandpa, but you’re making me call him Uncle. Even if you two are really friends despite the age difference, I still have to call him Grandpa.”

"Huh? Over a hundred years old?" Wang Weiguo was genuinely shocked this time. He prided himself on his years of experience in the business world and had seen it all. But he had never seen anything like this before. He Songling looked to be only about twenty years old, five or six years younger than his own son.

"Wouldn't that make you a god?"

“It is said to be him.” Wang Ye nodded. “This man is famous in history. His name is Ling Songhe. Think about his name and look for other famous people in the last hundred years of history.”

That's all Wang Ye could say.

“What Ling Songhe? I only know He…” Wang Weiguo gasped, “Him? Really?”

“That’s right.” Wang Ye nodded.

"No, son, so you guys really can achieve immortality and ascend to heaven by cultivating in the mountains?" Wang Weiguo's eyes were trembling, darting around like Patrick Star. "Aren't those old Taoist priests just scammers?"

Wang Weiguo's so-called fraud is different from ordinary fraud. At his level, he would naturally know about the existence of the "extraordinary people" group, and even know that there are special management agencies for them.

But he himself is not an extraordinary person. Wang Weiguo's understanding of extraordinary people is that they are just a group of martial arts masters who know martial arts. At most, they are modern urban superheroes, special forces kings in the city, or the Dragon King Returns.

So what if they're good at fighting? Can they withstand modern weapons? Can they withstand a modern army's encirclement and suppression? Let alone the military, if the armed police can escape, they're practically gods.

Ultimately, nothing can shake the modern social order; activities must still be conducted under unified management. So, for Wang Weiguo, it's all part of the same system; knowing a little martial arts is really nothing special.

Seeing his son spending his days engaging in Zen meditation and philosophical discussions with a group of religious figures, Wang Weiguo saw it as nothing more than hanging out with a bunch of Tysons who knew metaphysics. If this wasn't fraud, what was? Hanging out with these people instead of coming back to inherit the family business and not following the right path—wasn't that fraud?

However, if what Wang Ye said is true, and the young man in front of him, who looks to be no more than twenty years old, is indeed that famous figure from back then, then the meaning is different.

In modern society, wealthy people like Wang Weiguo live more comfortably than emperors of ancient times. Ancient emperors dreamed of immortality, so what about me, Wang Weiguo?
Wang Weiguo's eyes lit up.

(End of this chapter)