Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 909 President Feng, I can handle the child's schooling.

To Feng Zhenghao, this Ling Songhe in front of him was flawless.

He stood in front of Feng Zhenghao, and based on his many years of experience in judging people, Feng Zhenghao could tell that this was definitely a college student, and the kind of stupid college student who was lazy, skipped classes and failed courses every day.

Even considering his achievements at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, he is at most a genius with relatively refined Qi cultivation.

However, because of this, He Songling should have been even more naive about worldly affairs. After all, he was only twenty years old and had such high cultivation, so he must have devoted most of his energy to cultivation.

He Songling's words made Feng Zhenghao realize clearly that his judgment of him was completely wrong.

This guy is not some stupid college student at all; he's a seasoned veteran, a cunning old fox, and a shrewd old fox.

This is not just because he is used to human relationships. There are many such people in the world of supernatural beings. Wang Ai, whom he had previously feigned compliance with at Longhu Mountain, was one such person. But Feng Zhenghao still has confidence, and this confidence comes from the information gap.

Wang Ai didn't understand economics, the market, or even how to command spirits and generals.

He thought he had obtained the complete text, but in reality, having a high-level understanding was not enough. This old man was completely unfamiliar with the methods by which shamans controlled the spirits of heaven and earth. Neither he nor his great-grandson Wang Bing used the method of binding spirits and commanding generals; they were merely following the instructions.

However, He Songling before him was different. Judging from his words, expression, and tone, this man was completely knowledgeable about business and economics. Although he might not know as much as the professional managers and finance graduates under his command, he was, like himself, absolutely qualified to be a leader.

Such people, let alone within a hundred or two hundred years, starting from the time of Old Zhong Yiren until now, apart from Feng Zhenghao, are only He Songling and his group from back then. And this young man in front of him clearly has the face of He Songling.

Could it really be He Songling?
Feng Zhenghao had already formed a judgment in his mind.

However, if he really is He Songling, and appears in his true form without any disguise, using an ordinary young man's alias, and shamelessly calling anyone fifty or sixty years younger than him "uncle," then what is he doing? What a frivolous thing to do.
Well, based on the information, it's not impossible...

Just as Feng Zhenghao's mind was racing, He Songling squinted and spoke again.

"However, I think you've misunderstood, Uncle Feng. I'm not here to ask for investment from Tianxia Group. If Tianxia Group wants to invest, that's fine too. They can talk to our new company's CEO, Jin Yuanyuan, about financing, according to market rules, or they can just wait until we go public and buy our company's stock."

"What do you mean?" Feng Zhenghao was taken aback. He Songling didn't just appear out of thin air. This guy was very polite. He first contacted him by phone to tell him that he was there to ask for money, and then confirmed the time, place, and specific details of the meeting via email.

Are you going to deny it?

"Didn't I make myself clear? I'm here to ask for money. I need money to squander and spend, purely for personal desires, and it has nothing to do with the company. Don't even mention whether you can convince your board of directors with this reason; even if you could, I wouldn't accept it. Otherwise, wouldn't I be working for you?"

He Songling raised his head, looking like a domineering CEO. "I, He, have lived to this day and still don't know what it's like to work for someone else. Here, I'm taking your money personally, Chairman Feng. And let me tell you, I want this money purely for myself. It's not an investment, not a loan. If I don't pay it back, you won't be able to find out where it went."

"I see." Feng Zhenghao smiled, stroking his chin.

"Will you give it to me?" He Songling pressed.

“Here you go.” Feng Zhenghao nodded.

"Hahahaha!" The two burst into laughter at the same time, leaving the surrounding young people completely bewildered.

"These two old fogies... they're practically oozing old-fashioned air," Wang said, pursing his lips. He often saw this kind of scene at home, but he simply couldn't bear to face this kind of clash between shrewd, calculating businessmen every day; he found it utterly vulgar, which was why he insisted on becoming a monk at Wudang Mountain. Unexpectedly, even after being forced to leave Wudang Mountain, he still found himself living in this kind of atmosphere.

"please!"

"please!"

He Songling and Feng Zhenghao reached out to each other, patted each other on the shoulder, and walked into the gate of Tianxia Group together.

"Hahahahaha!"

At the banquet table in the Tianxia Group's banquet hall, He Songling and Feng Zhenghao were laughing heartily again, looking like they'd had too much to drink. Although there wasn't a clear class distinction, their behavior clearly differentiated them from the greasy old man to the younger generation, a stark contrast.

"Hey, Lao Feng, didn't you let your kids go to university? How are they going to help you inherit such a huge business in the future?" Look at He Songling, all he talks about are kids, school, and employment. No matter how young he looks, he's a real old man.

Feng Zhenghao understood, of course, that the "university" He Songling was referring to was not an ordinary university, but rather, like a "company," it specifically referred to All-Knowing in the world of supernatural beings. In the world of supernatural beings, the university specifically referred to "Trinity University."

"I didn't pass the exam." Feng Zhenghao bumped into He Songling, slurped down a mouthful of food, and his face turned a little red.

“Shayan was born with a natural talent, but I was busy starting my own business and neglected her upbringing and education. When she turned eighteen, she had decent combat strength thanks to her spatial ability, but she was completely clueless about the theory of Qi cultivation. So later, she went to the Tang Sect for three years of advanced studies and managed to graduate, but her strength was just so-so.”

Old Deng's conversations always revolve around criticizing his child in front of outsiders.

Although Feng Shayan did not refute directly, she put her hand under the table, opened the partition door, went upstairs to Feng Zhenghao's office, and smashed everything in sight, which made the young people next to her give her a thumbs up.

"Old Feng, Chichu, this is what you do."

He Songling, standing to the side, also gave Feng Shayan a thumbs up, which surprised Feng Zhenghao, who asked in surprise, "What?"

"You can draft an office renovation plan later and send it out now. It should be ready to open for business next week."

"Cough cough..." Feng Zhenghao knew what was going on as soon as he heard it, but he was a respectable person and was too embarrassed to make a scene in front of everyone.

"Um, please, please."

"Hey, what about your little one? My brother Xing Tong must be twenty this year, right?"

Feng Shayan didn't inherit your family's spirit-binding and commanding skills, but Feng Xingtong, as the only male in your family, should have inherited them. Why can't he get in?

"Well, how should I put it..." Feng Zhenghao clicked his tongue as he mentioned Feng Xingtong.

"This kid didn't pass the exam back then, but he's preparing for it now, planning to participate in the exchange student program in his third year, but he doesn't know yet whether he'll pass..."

"No problem," He Songling patted his chest. "Leave this to me!"

(End of this chapter)