Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 893 Zhuge Jungle Map

It remains the same luxurious clubhouse frequented by the top second-generation rich kids and powerful families in Beijing.

Wang Ye and Jin Yuanyuan are still in discussions.

But for Zhuge Qing, who had been through two years, this scene was unfamiliar, and he even needed to think carefully to recall what time it was.

"Isn't Elder He being a bit too dishonest?" Zhuge Qing turned back to look at He Songling with difficulty. "It's like not a minute has passed outside!"

"About an hour has passed." He Songling adjusted the time flow a bit because he didn't want to listen to Wang Ye and Jin Yuanyuan's business negotiations; it was too boring, so he just fast-forwarded.

The Time Chamber's ability is not only to speed up the flow of time inside, but also to slow down time inside, which means that time outside is relatively sped up.

It can be said to be useful both internally and externally.

"However, if you wish, I can also make it go back to one second after we came in."

"Inside here, can we cultivate for several years in just one second?"

Zhang Lingyu and Xia He also gaped in shock. As a high-ranking disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion, Zhang Lingyu was not unfamiliar with such secret realms where time and space differed from the outside world. The famous Peach Blossom Spring in "The Peach Blossom Spring" and "The Dream of Nanke" were both such secret realms.

However, most of these so-called "paradises" are illusions. Once people leave the environment, they will return to their original reality.

"Grotto-heavens and blessed lands" are only suitable for those with profound Taoist cultivation to use in seclusion when they are comprehending the Tao. The physical changes they undergo will not be taken out of the world.

This is not a remarkable ability. Just like when He Songling created the Time Chamber, he couldn't find a way to change the flow of time. He once thought of going to Nathan Island to find the old lady Nathan Wayne Erica Woukina, whose "Heaven" had such an ability.

However, things were completely different at this moment. Zhang Lingyu could clearly feel that Xia He's charm was still completely contained by her, and the small array plate on Zhuge Qing's wrist was still flashing.

This is by no means a fabrication.

"The old immortal is certainly more powerful than ordinary superhumans."

He Songling casually boasted, "Have you read 'The Record of Strange Things'? Wang Zhi of the Jin Dynasty went into the mountains to chop wood and watched immortals playing chess. In a short while, the handle of his axe rotted away, and a hundred years passed in the world. That's somewhat similar to what I'm talking about. But theirs is still far inferior to mine."

He Songling certainly had this confidence. Although there were many immortals during the late Han and Jin dynasties, two of the Four Celestial Masters, Ge Xuan and Xu Xun, lived during this period. Ge Xuan's uncle and grandson, Baopuzi Ge Hong, also lived during the Jin and Southern and Northern Dynasties.

Ultimately, they are just ordinary deities. They are far from being "creator" level deities.

"Tsk." Xia He smacked his teeth, and with an expression that showed he was not too bothered by the excitement, he patted Zhuge Qing on the shoulder, "Old Qing, it's up to you, beat Old Wang as hard as you can."

"Do you have any grudge against Daoist Wang Ye?" Before Zhuge Qing could speak, Zhang Lingyu's sense of justice kicked in again.

"Nonsense! A rich scoundrel like him is naturally at odds with ordinary poor people like us!" Xia He said angrily. "If it weren't for the exploitation by this stinking capitalist, would I be so poor?"

“That Taoist priest Wang Ye has always been on the mountain…” “Stop talking nonsense, you dog, you’re the same!” Xia He remembered that Longhu Mountain had obtained a portion of the shares of He Songling’s Nisheng Group back then and was rolling in money, so she punched her husband in the face with hatred.

“She’s cursing at me again.” He Songling spread his hands, seemingly complaining to Zhang Lingyu, but his voice was loud enough for everyone to hear: “If she curses at me again, I’ll get her some good stuff.”

"I was wrong, I was wrong." Xia He immediately became as docile as a clingy kitten, running over to hug He Songling's hand and rubbing against him: "Elder He, how could I have scolded you? You are an old immortal, a role model and goal for us younger cultivators. In my heart, you are like heaven and earth..."

"Get out of here!" He Songling immediately blurred into nothingness and ran out of Xia He's embrace. He didn't care whether Zhang Lingyu was jealous or not; he was a married man and had to keep his integrity. Otherwise...

He Songling dared not even imagine what it would be like for a Great Sage with little lifespan left to come, wielding an Imperial Weapon... no, for an old assassin leader with little lifespan left to come, wielding anti-tank rocket launchers, high explosives, and ballistic missiles.

At this moment, Zhuge Qing had reappeared before Wang Ye and Jin Yuanyuan, with He Songling and two others following closely behind. Under the influence of the confusion spell, Jin Yuanyuan felt no problem whatsoever, and even enthusiastically recommended the brandy they had there.

"How about we talk?"

He Songling pressed down on Wang Ye's shoulder and asked.

Wang Ye was used to He Songling's elusive nature and casually said, "It's possible, but she feels it's a big deal and she wants some shares."

"Here, give me five percent."

"Five percent?" Wang Ye exclaimed in surprise.

These large companies often issue tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of shares. Holding tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of shares is already quite remarkable. Even one percent is considered a major shareholder who can sit at the board table. Five percent is a shareholding percentage that many founders of large listed companies do not even have.

But He Songling didn't care. He wasn't aiming to go public and make money like a capitalist. He was the world's richest man decades ago, and it wasn't all that big of a deal. Money is enough as long as it's sufficient. This wasn't just bragging. He didn't need hundreds of billions or trillions, but he still needed at least three to five hundred million or a billion.

Otherwise, how can it be called sufficient?
Under the influence of the confusion spell, Jin Yuanyuan disregarded everything else and only considered her own heart, which was of course the best thing to do, so she happily signed the contract and left.

"She'll become your beast of burden."

Wang Ye watched Jin Yuanyuan's departing figure, his eyes filled with sympathy.

This is not something that can be accomplished by a few people working on it alone. The company has to be built from scratch. There is no one available right now. Jin Yuanyuan, a major shareholder holding 5% of the shares, has to do the work of a dozen people all by herself. She has to handle all the procedures, documents, registration, site selection, and recruitment.

"The capable should do more work, right? Why should the major shareholder do it for nothing?" He Songling liked to treat people like beasts of burden. If Dongshan and Boss Zhao were still alive, they would probably have a lot in common with Jin Yuanyuan a few days later.

"Ready to get beaten up?"

"Huh?" Wang Ye was stunned, and then he saw Zhuge Qing walking towards him with an unfriendly expression, fidgeting with his knuckles.

"Holy crap, Lao Qing, what are you trying to do?" Wang Ye was startled, thinking that Zhuge Qing had once again let He Songling control his actions, but upon closer inspection, it didn't seem so.

"Of course I'll beat you up!" Zhuge Qing revealed a sly smile. He was joking, of course. Being controlled by He Songling, could he really have such a pure desire to beat up Wang Ye?
(End of this chapter)