Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 901 Miss Feng, I've bought you a spot on the trending topics list for your extravagant act of spending 500 to sleep with someone!

"We can't beat them even if we fight them, and we don't have any reason to. They were able to get Tianxia Group to invest on their own, that's their skill."

Zhang Chulan decided to give up, "Prepare more now so that when it's time to run away, we'll be prepared. Tianjin is right at the estuary, so we can take a boat directly to some small islands occupied by overseas supernatural beings. I don't believe the company can catch up with us."

"As for what happens next, we'll talk about it later! On the contrary, if we contact this person who is suspected to be He Songling now, it will arouse the company's vigilance, and then it will be even more difficult for us to get out of trouble."

"Zhang Chulan, have you lost your mind?" Feng Baobao poked Zhang Chulan from the side. "He just said he was coming to find you, that he wanted you to rebel with him. He's a god, you definitely can't escape him."

"Ouch..." Zhang Chulan slapped his face in despair.

Yes, now is not the time for me to decide whether to flee or rebel against the company, or whether to contact He Songling or not. I have no choice in either the company or He Songling.

It seems that ever since Na Du Tong brought Feng Baobao to him, he has never had any initiative; he has always been passively pushed towards one major event after another.

The Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, the Jia Shen Rebellion, the Eight Extraordinary Skills, and now even immortals and troublemakers are all at war.

Zhang Chulan really wanted to look up to the sky and roar, asking, "Am I just a troublemaker who attracts all sorts of trouble?!"

But then I thought about it again and realized it was too childish, so I gave up on it.

In fact, he didn't know that if he really did that, He Songling, as a deity, would hear it and then fly over to explain to him what a protagonist is and what a clue-based protagonist is.

Protagonists like Zhang Chulan and Jing Tianming, who have little real ability but whose ability to attract events drives the plot forward, are the most frustrated. Other protagonists, at least, grow stronger along the way and eventually overcome everything in their path to reach the pinnacle.

But these kinds of protagonists can only struggle and wallow in the mud forever.

The next day.

"Wow, this is Tianjin." This was He Songling's first time in this place in both his lives. He was jumping around and finding everything new and exciting.

"Hey, I heard that their Goubuli steamed buns have eighteen pleats in each one. Should we go try them?"

"Are you from out of town? Have you just arrived here?" A middle-aged man came up and greeted us with a smile.

“We locals don’t eat that stuff. If you’re interested, come with me, and I’ll show you some proper stuff. I’ll show you what fried cakes are, what ‘gaba cai’ is, our local special savory soy milk, the freshest seafood, and the most authentic jianbing guozi!”

How much does it cost per day?

"Since you have a large group, a regular car won't be enough. I'll charter a whole truck for you, and it'll only cost you four thousand five hundred a day." The middle-aged man patted his chest and said, "That's a really good price!"

"Okay, take us to eat jianbing guozi first. I want spicy strips, chicken strips, and ham sausage, but no guozi. Give me those soft and chewy youtiao (fried dough sticks) that are like leather strips, and a jianbing made with white flour..."

With each word He Songling uttered, the middle-aged driver's face darkened further. At first, he thought it was just about making money, so he figured it wasn't shameful and he could tolerate it. But who knew this guy would never stop.

Finally, the middle-aged driver waved his hand dismissively, "Get lost! Don't let me see you in Tianjin again, or I'll kick you into the Haihe River!" and turned to leave. "He's getting impatient, he's getting impatient already. People here have bad tempers." He Songling laughed, "Back in the day, I ate strawberry dumplings, Sichuan and Chongqing hot pot with yogurt, and smoked mackerel with tomato sauce. He got impatient over this. I didn't even suggest eating pineapple pizza with a pancake."

"If you keep talking like that, I won't be responsible if someone tries to kill you when you go out." A cool, mature female voice sounded behind He Songling.

"Hey, Lao Feng!"

He Songling beamed with joy and patted Wang Ye on the shoulder, "Come on, Lao Wang, the wife I found for you, hurry up and get to know her. Your families are well-matched, what a wonderful wife she is!"

The silver-haired, mature woman behind them was none other than Feng Zhenghao's own daughter, Feng Shayan, whom he had sent to pick up He Songling and his entourage.

"Bah!"

Wang Ye reached out and blocked a fist that shot out from the void.

Wang Ye clenched his fist and smiled bitterly: "Miss Feng, I didn't say those words, why did you have to punch me?"

"I...I didn't mean to hit you." Feng Shayan was also confused; she was clearly aiming at He Songling.

"Look at you, I didn't know how to tease you, child." He Songling waved his hand and took the lead, walking forward. "Come on, where's the carriage?"

Wang Ye found himself stuck to Feng Shayan's fist and unable to break free.

"Ling Songhe, you!" Feng Shayan's pretty face turned dark red with anger.

"Hey Lao Ling, stop playing matchmaker, okay?" Wang Ye was also helpless: "Miss Feng and that Jia Zhengliang from the Northwest are really in love, like dry wood meeting a raging fire, like heaven and earth igniting a raging storm, like a pagoda suppressing a river demon. They've even given each other money, why do you have to tie her to me?"

"Has this matter spread so widely?" Feng Shayan forgot her anger and looked at Wang Ye in surprise: "That day with Jia Zhengliang... no one should know, right? He's a mama's boy, and he's not the kind of person who talks about other girls' private matters everywhere."

"Who else could it be? He's the one who said it." Xia He came over and put her arm around Feng Shayan's shoulder, glancing at the nonchalant He Songling in front of her: "This guy is the one who's been the most enthusiastic in promoting you."

"You all knew about this?"

"That's right, it cost 100,000 yuan to hire online trolls to post about you everywhere." Zhuge Qing sighed. The online trolls they hired were actually found through him. These minor celebrities always need to buy some press releases, not only for publicity, but also more often for clearing their own name, smearing their rivals, and putting others down.

Although Zhuge Qing himself was too lazy to deal with these matters, the agent assigned to him by the company was very enthusiastic about them, especially after receiving money from He Songling.

"Right now, it's a bit of a tabloid story, not just in the supernatural community, but also among ordinary people. After all, Miss Feng, you have a special identity. You're not only the daughter of Feng Zhenghao, one of the Ten Elders of Supernatural Beings, but also the eldest daughter of the Feng family, the head of the Tianxia Group. You were even trending on social media a while ago, didn't you see?"

Zhuge Qing didn't know what expression to use to say these words. He himself didn't have this much traffic. If he could trend on social media so easily, his status would have to rise two levels, from an 18th-tier celebrity to a 16th-tier celebrity.

"Of course I didn't look at it..." Feng Shayan's face darkened. "I've been busy with the group's affairs these past two days. As you said, my family is quite influential not only in the supernatural community but also in the ordinary world. How could I have time to care about these gossip stories?"

(End of this chapter)