Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 917 Zhao Fangxu: Whoever causes trouble, I'll deal with them.

"Dangdang!"

Inside the conference room at the headquarters of NaDuTong, a fat man almost fell to the ground, chair and all.

"Chairman Zhao!"

"Chairman Zhao!"

In an instant, a group of people rushed forward to help him up.

"I'm fine." The bespectacled fat man waved his hand and got up from the ground. Many people were a little disappointed. How come he didn't die from falling at that angle? It would have been better if he were a vegetable. That way, any spot where the person in charge was could be theirs.

This is the board meeting of NaDuTong. Apart from Chairman Zhao Fangxu, all the attendees are directors. NaDuTong's situation is unique; if Zhao Fangxu were to fall ill, one of them would indeed become the person in charge.

Of course, everyone is shrewd, and none of them showed it on the surface. Instead, they were all full of concern and urgency.

“Chairman Zhao, this He Songling is terrifyingly powerful, he must not be allowed to live!” one of the directors said first.

“That’s right,” another director exclaimed. “He dared to attack the company’s chairman via the internet today; I don’t even want to think about what he might do tomorrow!”

“Look, he’s still smiling! He’s still smiling at us! He can see us, he definitely can see us!” Another director gritted his teeth and shouted at the large screen in front of him, “He Songling, don’t be so smug! Don’t even think about going against the company! This isn’t like it was a hundred years ago!”

In the center of the conference room stood a large, high-definition screen displaying a scene from the banquet hall of the Tianxia Group, specifically at He Songling's dining table. In the video, He Songling was grinning at them.

This sent chills down the spines of many board members.

Who wouldn't be afraid of someone who can attack you through the internet?
"Chairman Zhao, I propose that we take coercive measures against He Songling!"

"Quiet down, what kind of behavior is this?"

Zhao Fangxu adjusted his glasses and said in a deep voice, "Take action against him? On what grounds? What law did he break? Attacking you through the internet? Does saying a few words count as attacking you? Besides, his name is now Ling Songhe. What does your arrest of He Songling have to do with Ling Songhe?"

“He’s just deceiving himself…” one of the directors instinctively wanted to refute.

"Wrong. He wasn't deceiving himself; he was giving everyone a way out, setting limits for the conflict. If he were to truly announce and prove to all ordinary people that he was He Songling, could we still fight him? A hero of the War of Resistance, a national hero—you're taking him down just because he can live forever?"

Zhao Fangxu took off his glasses and wiped them, then sighed, "We have to say he's a senior figure, truly dedicated to the country. He could have easily caused a huge upheaval, but he did nothing. For that alone, we should thank him."

Zhao Fangxu received the call this morning. He Songling didn't tell him anything, only the real-time sounds around him came through the receiver. Zhao Fangxu immediately realized this was a big deal and urgently summoned all the directors in Beijing to a meeting at headquarters.

Once they were seated in the conference room, they discovered that the high-definition screen had lit up by itself and even started playing live footage of He Songling's location. This seemed unbelievable to most people. However, a few, including Zhao Fangxu, found it unsurprising. Even Gao Lian's daughter, Gao Yushan, from Northeast China, could monitor others across vast distances via the internet and control their network access; what was so remarkable about a deity doing this?
Although these devices are not connected to the internet, and some are not even plugged in, Gao Yushan certainly cannot control them. But, after all, they are gods. What's so great about being a little stronger than Gao Yushan? It's just controlling electromagnetic waves. There are many superhumans abroad who can do the same.

The key question is: what message did He Songling want to convey to them? Was it goodwill? Or malice?

There's no need to worry anymore; He Songling has made it clear that things cannot end amicably between them.

The director who spoke first, having been a big shot for a long time, couldn't accept that someone dared to challenge his authority as a big shot. He snorted and said, "He's already slapped us in the face, and I'm supposed to thank him? Should I kneel down and kowtow to him?"

"If you're willing, you won't be at a loss." Zhao Fangxu realized that over the years, these high-ranking officials who had connections everywhere really thought he was some kind of government official. They had no self-awareness whatsoever, and thought they could make everyone in the world obey their own systems out of thin air.

From this perspective, it's not unreasonable for He Songling to want to reform Na Du Tong; in fact, he himself might want to do the same. However, Zhao Fangxu still needs to discuss the methods and who should be in charge with He Songling. It's impossible for him to simply admit defeat.

“If He Songling causes even the slightest social unrest, will you still have the chance to hold him accountable? The higher-ups will immediately dismiss us, the All-Knowing Ones. To put it bluntly, you can’t get anything done, so why should the higher-ups keep you around? You should thank him for saving your life and property.”

Upon hearing Zhao Fangxu's words, many directors were initially stunned, and then cold sweat began to spread across their backs.

Yes, for some power-hungry individuals, losing their official positions is more painful than killing their entire family.

"So, does that mean He Songling is completely out of control?" a director sitting next to Zhao Fangxu said. "Are we just going to wait for He Songling to launch an attack? That doesn't seem like a good idea."

"Otherwise what? He hasn't done anything yet, and you're going to take the initiative and invite trouble?"

Zhao Fangxu looked at him and asked in return, "Chairman Bi, and the other directors, I know that many of you here are not of the same mind as me, many have your own plans, and many have your own connections. This is normal, and I will not force you."

But you all need to understand that this person in front of you is not someone any of us can handle on our own. Any action taken against him must be reported to me, must be reviewed by me, and must be decided by me. If I find anyone causing trouble behind the scenes, you can pack your bags and get out! I, Zhao Fangxu, have that kind of ability, and I believe you all agree with that, right?"

Zhao Fangxu used three "musts" in a row, speaking coldly and resolutely, his words conveying his inner determination, causing everyone to straighten their posture.

This fat man, who was not very good at fighting, was now exuding an extremely fierce aura. As his gaze swept over them, all the directors of Na Du Tong nodded and lowered their heads.

"Okay, that's all for today."

Seeing everyone's performance, Zhao Fangxu finally sat back down in his chair, satisfied. Given the gravity of the situation, he gave one last instruction: "Remember, don't cause trouble. Whoever causes trouble, I'll deal with them. Understand? Meeting adjourned!"

No one spoke; only the sound of chairs being dragged could be heard as the directors quietly disappeared through the meeting room door.

(End of this chapter)