Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 908 Feng Zhenghao: This isn't a comedy troupe; we don't make kids kneel.
"Zhang Lingyu, come here!"

"I know!" Zhang Lingyu activated the power of the Tongtian Talisman. As he moved, the two sorcerers suddenly felt the heavenly secrets within the array plate being cut off for a moment.

To say it was cut off might not be accurate; perhaps attracting or gathering would be more appropriate. All the secrets of heaven converged on a small bead, about the size of a bullet, and the heavenly restrictions set up by the immortal He Songling around it began to loosen.

"Now, let's go!"

Just then, Wang Ye activated a "Separation - Explosion" spell on his wrist, and Feng Shayan's spatial ability was also activated to its maximum. With the two forces combined, Feng Shayan was instantly blasted into the spatial passage and thrown outside the car.

As it turned out, their actions were necessary. The moment Feng Shayan left, the loosened restrictions reformed, and even a corner of the spatial passage that Feng Shayan had opened was blocked.

"Thump!"

Feng Shayan tumbled to the ground, half-kneeling to steady herself. Before she could even raise her head, she heard a gentle voice in front of her: "Eh, Shayan, why do you perform such a grand ceremony?"

Looking up, she saw it was her father, Feng Zhenghao.

"Although it's reasonable for you to kneel before me as your father, our family isn't the Guo family, and I'm not that Master Guo. There's no need for me to always think about making the younger generation kneel before me in front of others and showing off that I'm willing to be someone's father."

"Screw you!"

Feng Shayan punched the ground, and a spatial gate opened below her father's collarbone, ready to deliver a rising dragon punch to knock out Feng Zhenghao.

Fortunately, Feng Zhenghao was able to become one of the Ten Elders. Although he relied on money, he was not only rich but also highly skilled in Taoist arts. While he might not be able to say how profound his skills were, they were still higher than those of Feng Zhenghao's daughter, who was a naturally gifted person.

"laugh."

The black spirit that appeared out of nowhere pressed Feng Shayan's fist back down and casually filled the spatial gate. Clearly, Feng Zhenghao had experienced this kind of fatherly love and filial piety scene more than once before and was quite experienced in dealing with it.

"Don't be petty." Feng Zhenghao straightened his collar and looked at the van. "Has the person you asked me to pick up arrived?"

"Oh, President Feng, it's a pleasure to meet you." Following him was Zhuge Qing. Although he wasn't as shameless as Zhang Chulan, he was still a veteran in the entertainment industry, and his manners in public were impeccable.

He stepped forward, smiled, and shook hands with Feng Zhenghao.

"Zhuge Qing, good indeed! A young genius of the Wuhou School, it's a pleasure to meet you." Feng Zhenghao spoke with great restraint. Although he had only met Zhuge Qing once at the Luotian Grand Ceremony, he naturally wouldn't mention that Zhuge Qing had been beaten like a melon by Wang Ye there.

"Uncle Wind, hahahaha!"

Wang Ye also got out of the car, saying, "Excuse me, excuse me."

"Oh, Master Wang Ye, I dare not address you as Uncle." Feng Zhenghao also shook hands with Wang Ye.

“Hey, I’ve already been expelled from Wudang, so I’m basically back home now. Naturally, I’ll follow the seniority system in the business world. Beijing and Tianjin are so close, and you and my dad are practically friends, so of course I have to call you uncle.” Wang Ye grabbed Feng Zhenghao’s hand and shook it vigorously, acting just like a junior.

These people have all been corrupted by He Songling, becoming extremely shameless and utterly like Zhang Chulan.

Of course, there are also those who haven't been led astray.

"President Feng, this junior, Zhang Lingyu, pays his respects..."

"Oh, Daoist Lingyu, no need for such formalities." Feng Zhenghao felt as if he had been transported to ancient times in an instant, and quickly helped Zhang Lingyu, who was about to bow to the ground, up. "It's my honor that you could come! I was quite envious to hear that you were following that person. Miss Xia, what brings you here..."

"You could say he's reformed but still more wicked," Xia He said, pursing her lips. Her words sounded inhuman, but they were actually true. No one in the Quanxing sect was as wicked as He Songling!

Finally, under Feng Zhenghao's eagerly anticipating gaze, the car door opened, and... his driver appeared.

"Boss Feng, I've done it! I'm an extraordinary person now!"

The driver was so happy he danced with joy.

Feng Zhenghao had never felt such empathy for Butcher Hu before he learned that Fan Jin had passed the imperial examination.

"Get out of here! Bring the guests down here! You're making a fool of yourself."

"Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations!" At this moment, He Songling seemed to walk out of thin air and onto the ground. Without even stepping out of the carriage, he just kept bowing and walked towards Feng Zhenghao.

Feng Zhenghao's pupils contracted as he looked.

Although he wasn't a top-tier fighter, he considered his cultivation level to be quite high. In terms of self-defense, thanks to the existence of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques of Spirit Binding and Commanding, he could be said to be able to protect himself without any worries.

Although this perception is based on the fact that no one has ever seen the Celestial Master descend the mountain and single-handedly wipe out the Quanxing Sect, it is not entirely wrong overall.

However, Feng Zhenghao couldn't see how He Songling came out at all. It was as if he really hadn't come by car, but had walked over from the road not far away.

"Okay, okay, hello, Mr. Ling."

Feng Zhenghao reached out and grasped He Songling's hand.

"No need to be polite, Uncle Feng. I'm here to beg for alms." He Songling, just like an ordinary college student, smiled and shook Feng Zhenghao's hand.

"Uncle Wang from Beijing sponsored us with 210 million, how about you... 300 million?"

"Hiss..." Feng Zhenghao clicked his tongue, "Mr. Ling, you've given me a tough problem."

Although Tianxia Group's market value is higher than that of China Shipping Group, unlike China Shipping Group where the Wang family holds more than 60% of the shares, forming absolute control, Feng Zhenghao, who was originally a child with no background, had to compromise a lot to build such a large business.

His confrontation with Wang Ai reveals that he is someone who is willing to compromise for personal gain, which is why he admires Zhang Chulan so much.

"You may not know this, but although Tianxia Group is a large and powerful company, the shares I, Feng Zhenghao, hold are only a small amount. Although I am still one of the top three shareholders on the board of directors, I can't explain to the board how I can mobilize such a large amount of cash flow with just a word."

“It’s easy.” He Songling didn’t consider himself an unreasonable person; he had already thought of everything for Feng Zhenghao.

"It's all about using someone else's name to make a big deal out of nothing. Look at our group, firstly, there's the lead investor from China Overseas Group, with Wang Weiguo personally and Jin Yuanyuan, a well-known manager in the industry, also participating. It also includes the assets and businesses of some of the Nisheng Group from back then. With this kind of presence, surely you can convince the board of directors to inject capital into me?"

“Hmm…” Feng Zhenghao’s eyes flickered.

He wasn't worried at all about whether the deal would be profitable or not. Three hundred million was a lot, but not a little either. He had experience in fooling the board of directors. With a company worth three hundred billion, what was three hundred million in investment? He had done things like investing three billion and three hundred billion before, even if it meant going his own way.

What really bothered him was He Songling's words.

(End of this chapter)