Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 920 Feng Shayan: This company can't do without me

"Oh no, it's over!"

Upon hearing He Songling's offer, Feng Zhenghao inwardly groaned.

Don't be fooled by the similar terms offered; both are to become the second-in-command of their respective groups, and their new companies even have significantly less start-up capital. Look, He Songling only promised Feng Shayan 300 million, while in Tianxia Group, Feng Shayan is practically the acting CEO, handling hundreds of billions of yuan.

However, these two are completely different.

When you reach a certain level, money really is just a number. This isn't bragging; it's the truth. How much can you really spend on yourself?

Someone like Feng Shayan would definitely seek to prove herself further. Within the Tianxia Group, she would always be the eldest daughter of the Feng family, working for her father, and in the future, for her brother. Was her status high? Yes, but not the kind of high she desired.

The kind of "freedom" that Feng Shayan wants is not just being able to do whatever she wants or not do whatever she doesn't want, but a freedom without "shackles".

Once she left the Feng family, the invisible shackles of family, corporation, and blood relatives that she had to take care of were all gone, and Feng Shayan could truly live for herself and fight for herself.

It's not that Feng Shayan is a boxer; her skill level isn't even as good as Tian Xiaodie's seventy or eighty years ago, let alone the boxers of ten years later. This is simply a difference in male and female thinking.

It was precisely because Feng Zhenghao understood this about his daughter that he knew that although He Songling seemed to promise little, in Feng Shayan's heart, he actually gave her much more than she could.

Feng Zhenghao was annoyed for a moment, then surprised. He couldn't understand how He Songling, an old man born in the Qing Dynasty, could so accurately grasp the thoughts of a twenty-something girl in a modern context. Was he really an omniscient deity?
"This...this isn't appropriate, is it?" Feng Shayan, on the other hand, seemed a little embarrassed. To use a phrase from classical novels, Shayan hadn't accomplished anything yet, so how could she be placed in a high position?
"There aren't many people in this lousy company, just the ones you see right now, plus Jin Yuanyuan. The only ones who understand business operations are Jin Yuanyuan and you. If you don't step up, are you going to let Jin Yuanyuan work herself to death? Or are you saying you're going to rely on these few people?"

Feng Shayan followed He Songling's gaze and scanned the group: a carefree rich second-generation, an obscure idol, a cerebral palsy Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain, and a Quanxing demoness.

Yeah, definitely, a bunch of useless trash.

It seems I have no choice but to take action against this company!

In an instant, Feng Shayan felt a sense of mission, a heroic feeling like Ultraman saving people from suffering.

This is much better than being a cog in the machine at Tianxia Group.

"Ok, deal!"

Feng Shayan slammed her hand on the table, downed a bottle of Moutai from her father's neck, and declared with heroic spirit, "I hereby withdraw from the Feng family and change my name to Ling Shayan..."

“No need for that.” Feng Zhenghao quickly stopped him. “Mr. Ling, you see… my daughter is just an ordinary person. She can’t bear the karma of having a surname like a deity!”

He Songling looked at Feng Shayan with disdain: "You old women are like this, always bringing up things based on whose surname you take. Doesn't taking someone's surname affect your livelihood? What era are we living in? Still clinging to that Qing Dynasty stuff about carrying on the family line. If you really feel uncomfortable, just pretend your father took your surname."

"Huh? Me?" Feng Zhenghao pointed to himself in confusion. It would be better if his daughter took another man's surname.

"Alright, that's settled then. Old Wang, give her a good whack on the head." Seeing that things were pretty much settled, He Songling pointed at Feng Shayan's head and called to Wang Zizhong.

"What do you want to do?" Feng Zhenghao undoubtedly still loved his daughter very much; at least for now, he stood in front of Feng Shayan without saying a word. "What do you mean, what do I want to do? Your daughter is so useless, I'll change her aptitude."

He Songling said matter-of-factly, not afraid of hurting Feng Shayan's mentality at all. In fact, there was nothing to hurt her mentality. What she was doing was just changing the Qi meridian.

"First, we'll improve her aptitude and help her accumulate more Qi so she can keep up with our group. Then I'll give her a few acupuncture treatments. Old Wang, watch closely. This acupuncture technique can open the gates of heaven. I'll only use it once. Whether you can learn it or not is up to you."

"understood!"

Wang Zizhong's body began to change drastically. In order to better learn knowledge, he even transformed his body back to that of a man in his twenties.

"Shayan, come here!"

"Yes, Grandpa Zizhong." In some ways, Feng Shayan and Feng Xingtong, the siblings, trusted Wang Zizhong even more than Feng Zhenghao. After all, Wang Zizhong was truly simple-minded and would never use people as tools to exchange for the future of the family.

Upon hearing Wang Zizhong's summons, Feng Shayan came to his side without hesitation.

"Snapped."

Wang Zizhong's hand landed on Feng Shayan's head. Then it slid down her spine to her ankles, circled back from the front, and went all the way to the fontanelle on the top of her head.

If this happened ten years from now, the fairies would surely take pictures and post them on sweet potatoes to accuse this old man of molestation. But none of the people present were idiots; they could all see what Wang Zizhong was doing.

Change the Qi channels.

When Wang Zizhong used this method, it could enable people who were originally unable to cultivate to become capable of cultivation, and turn mediocre talents into geniuses in Qi cultivation. This was something that others would never have dared to imagine before; it was something that only immortals could do.

Even considering Feng Shayan's background, having such an opportunity is considered a great stroke of luck.

The moment Wang Zizhong's hand left Feng Shayan's body, Feng Shayan felt a heat all over her body. It wasn't that kind of heat, but rather a feeling of overload caused by the rapid circulation of Qi within her meridians.

"Don't worry about that." Wang Zizhong looked at Feng Shayan with a smile. In his eyes, Feng Shayan's body was no longer a living person's body. The old man's eyes were like X-rays, able to see through the various trends and flows of muscles, bones, blood, and meridians in Feng Shayan's body. After looking for a while, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Your meridians have been modified by me. Not to mention this level, even if your Qi were ten times stronger, it would still be as stable as Mount Tai."

Feng Shayan's body is now somewhat like the AE86 modified by Fujiwara Bunta in Initial D. Although it looks the same on the outside, and the original owner is even using it carefully, in fact, the internal speed needs to be increased to a level that it could not originally withstand in order to unleash its true power.

As a doctor, Wang Zizhong had seen too much of this and understood it all too well. High talent is nothing; true success lies in being durable, reliable, and undamaged.

"Thank you, Grandpa Zizhong." After hearing this, Feng Shayan wanted to kneel down and kowtow to Wang Zizhong, but before Wang Zizhong could refuse, a chopstick on the table pierced directly into Feng Shayan's skull.

(End of this chapter)