Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 999 The Tiger is Coming

"Wow, Lao Zhao, you're pretty brave!"

He Songling turned around in surprise. He hadn't expected that Zhao Fangxu, who had always been so obedient and submissive to him, would suddenly become so assertive, as if he were looking for trouble.

"That's not how it is, don't misunderstand." Zhao Fangxu waved his hands repeatedly, afraid that He Songling would mistakenly think that he wanted to start a war with He Songling and would just kill him instantly.

“When I say I have something to do, I really mean it. I don’t mean to provoke you. You’re a director of Naodu Tong now, so you should have some official business to attend to.”

"I still have official duties?" He Songling pointed to himself blankly. Well, he had the same feeling when he was running the Nisheng Group. He was always dragged over by his subordinates to do work. He never thought that more than seventy years later, after becoming a god, he would still be in this situation.

"No, I'm a director, not a beast of burden. When I was a beast of burden, I had to work. Now that I'm a director, I still have to work. What the hell am I doing as a director? Have I been a mother for nothing?"

The mere mention of work gave He Songling a headache, and he even started swearing.

"Well, there's nothing I can do. As a company director, you can ignore other trivial matters, but this concerns the company's image and the stability of the supernatural world. This is your job, and you have to do it."

Once he had a legitimate reason, Zhao Fangxu became bolder, just like his senior brother Dongshan and Boss Zhao back then, treating himself like a subordinate.

"So, this is what you do?" He Songling couldn't refuse any longer, so he could only ask, "What kind of work do you insist I do?"

"The Ten Elders' Naruhu." Zhao Fangxu pushed over a tablet with a document on it.

"You killed his mentor, didn't you? Zhang Chulan even left Chai Yan's body at our Dutong. The one who came to claim the body was Ru Hu."

"Hey, don't slander me! What do you mean I killed Chai Yan? This old man's death had absolutely nothing to do with me. His last target was Zhang Chulan, and it was Xiao Zizai who killed him—both of them are employees of your company!"

Although He Songling possessed the special ability to lie through his teeth, this time it truly had nothing to do with him, so he spoke with exceptional confidence.

"What do you mean 'you' and 'us'? Aren't you a company director now? We're connected everywhere!" Zhao Fangxu's smile turned sly. Trying to recruit a god as a laborer—who in history has ever done something like that? Only I, Old Zhao, could pull it off!

"Well, Zhang Chulan, you really dare to cause me trouble." Unable to shirk responsibility, He Songling resorted to intimidation, "Old Zhao, you wouldn't mind if our company fired a low-level employee, would you?"

"Hey, Chairman Ling, what are you saying?" Zhao Fangxu understood He Songling's meaning. During the discussions, he and his superiors had agreed with He Songling's approach of hiding his identity in the world of ordinary people. Let "He Songling" become a permanent "martyr."

Therefore, He Songling's true identity is "Ling Songhe," a college student born in 1995 with complete credentials and a clear background.

This isn't actually that difficult; Na Du Tong's authority is incredibly vast. Even if Zhao Fangxu handled it personally, just at the regional head level, Xu Si could easily arrange Zhang Chulan's graduation and degree. Xu Xiang could constantly create new identities for Feng Baobao back then. And then there's the one in the side story, the Qinghe Village successor who joined Na Du Tong. She could easily arrange for her daughter, who was barely passing her college entrance exams, to go to a top-tier 985 university like Nankai University. Compared to that, Zhao Fangxu creating a fake identity for himself is really nothing special.

Zhao Fangxu casually tossed He Songling's new set of documents to him and continued, "Don't blame the kid. Zhang Chulan is so young. His whole family is either dead or missing. Now he's an orphan. If he doesn't rely on our company, who else can he rely on? Do you think he would dare to just leave the body of the Ten Elders' mentor lying around? He'd have to leave it frozen at the company!"

"Alright, let's see what he wants from me."

He Songling pulled Lu Huizhong and turned to leave. His voice came from behind: "Prepare a special office for me... Never mind, I'll pick whichever ones I like and renovate them myself. You call Ru Hu now. I'll wait for him for half an hour. If he doesn't come in half an hour, let him go ask his dead master."

By the time they finished speaking, the divine couple had completely disappeared from Zhao Fangxu's sight.

Zhao Fangxu hadn't taken it seriously at first. He Songling, no matter how you looked at it, was high enough to be able to choose his own office at will. Even if He Songling kicked him out and took over his office, it wouldn't be a problem.

But to his surprise, He Songling's methods were completely different. That very day, he casually walked around the thirty-second floor, encompassing most of it.

That place used to be full of office workers, but this guy opened a portal, packed everyone up and sent them away on the spot, and then started demolishing walls and cubicles, carrying out on-the-spot construction and renovation, creating an office of more than 2,000 square meters for himself.

What's most surprising is that even if this guy wanted to claim a floor, he wouldn't just take over the entire floor. In the world of domineering CEOs, it's not unusual for someone to occupy an entire floor as an office, but He Songling deliberately left behind a small group of people who originally worked there.

Not only that, He Songling also made them completely put down and hand over their current work, and from then on be responsible only to him and only do the work he assigned.

His reasoning was that as a senior executive in the company, he always needed a few servants to "order around." After Chairman Zhao Fangxu repeatedly reminded him that this was the 21st century, not the Qing Dynasty in which he was born, he finally changed the term "servant" to "subordinate."

But actually, there's not much difference. Workers do the same backbreaking work, and they have to buy their own coffee and see a doctor on their own when they're sick. Giving them a little extra money makes them jump for joy.

Sure enough, in just half an hour, the remaining staff area on the floor where He Songling's office was located had almost become a reception area.

Inside, people were singing, playing cards, sleeping, and even researching how to destroy Behemoth and unify the global supernatural world—the list goes on. In just half an hour, he managed to turn the entire Na Du Tong into a chaotic mess. Besides marveling at He Songling's ability to stir up trouble, Zhao Fangxu was also reflecting on whether he hadn't done enough in the past.

Otherwise, in just half an hour, even his old boss would have to report it when he arrived.

He looked helplessly at his old subordinate and said, "Then please inform Chairman Ling that Ru Hu has arrived."

(End of this chapter)