Under One Person: Please Call Me Golden Flash

Chapter 389 I'm looking for your chairman

BJ, Headquarters of Nadutong.

Ten years have passed, and this power center, once personally controlled by Zhao Zhen, seems to have remained largely unchanged, still standing steadily in the city.

However, subtle differences still reveal something different from the past.

Security at the building was noticeably tighter, and the employees coming and going moved with a kind of modern urgency. The signage at the entrance had also been slightly renovated.

At first glance, no one would ever imagine that such an ordinary place is actually the hub that controls all the extraordinary people in the world!
A barely perceptible golden light flashed in a quiet alleyway on the side of the headquarters of NaDuTong, like an illusion.

As the light faded, Zhao Zhen's figure quietly appeared.

He was dressed in a faded coarse cloth shirt and straw sandals with a bit of dust on his feet, standing out from the people around him who were wearing blue uniforms and hurrying by.

Zhao Zhen looked up at the familiar office window, her eyes calm and unwavering.

Ten years of seclusion in Longhu Mountain endowed him with a refined and reserved spirit, making him look like an ordinary old farmer passing by by chance, with no trace of the imposing aura of "Master Zhao Dong" he once possessed.

Without alerting anyone, Zhao Zhen passed through the heavily guarded gate as naturally as flowing water.

The guard's gaze swept over him, a hint of barely perceptible doubt in his eyes, but he did not stop him immediately.

The old man possessed a strange, peaceful aura that made people feel no sense of vigilance.

Only after Zhao Zhen walked confidently to the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor did the guard approach.

"Hello comrade, who are you looking for?"

"Oh, hello young comrade, I'm looking for Zhao Fangxu, the chairman of your company, Nadutong."

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Top floor, outside the chairman's office.

Yu Yang was buried in a pile of documents, his brows furrowed, and his temples were already showing obvious signs of gray.

For ten years, he assisted Zhao Fangxu, who was still inexperienced, and made this former "shadow" of Zhao Zhen also shoulder a heavy responsibility.

He is more composed and profound than he was ten years ago.

The phone on the table kept ringing, and the secretary reported matters in a low voice. The air was filled with a sense of tension under high pressure.

The elevator door slid open silently.

Yu Yang subconsciously looked up, and when he saw who it was, he froze on the spot as if he had been frozen in place!
The pen in my hand fell onto the document with a "thud," and I didn't even notice the ink spreading.

His eyes widened, his pupils filled with extreme shock, his lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

“Zhao…Zhao…”

His throat bobbed, his voice dry and hoarse, almost a whisper.

Zhao Zhen smiled slightly, a smile that was peaceful and gentle, carrying the open-mindedness that comes with having experienced many vicissitudes of life.

"Yu Yang, it's been a long time."

That familiar voice, that calm tone, instantly shattered all of Yu Yang's tension.

A surge of indescribable bittersweet emotion welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision instantly.

He stood up abruptly, and in his haste, the chair tipped over with a loud bang.

"Chairman Zhao!!"

He finally shouted, his voice trembling with disbelief and ecstasy. He strode around the desk, as if to rush over and grab Zhao Zhen's hand to confirm that this wasn't a hallucination. Zhao Zhen gently raised her hand, and a soft yet irresistible force held Yu Yang rooted to the spot.

He shook his head, his gaze fixed on the closed door of the inner office: "Is Fang Xu inside?"

Yu Yang took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging emotions, and nodded vigorously, his voice still choked with emotion.

"Yes! President Zhao... these past ten years have been incredibly difficult..."

He quickly wiped his eyes, trying to regain the image of a mature and composed secretary, but his red eyes and slightly trembling hands betrayed the turmoil in his heart.

He strode quickly to the door of the inner room, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door, his voice filled with unprecedented excitement.

"President Zhao! You...you come out quickly! It's...it's Chairman Zhao who's back!"

In the office, Zhao Fangxu stood with his back to the door in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city below.

After ten years of honing his skills, he has long since shed the naivety and fear he felt when he was appointed to a critical position. His demeanor has become more composed, and his brows reveal the authority of a leader and a deep weariness.

He held a document in his hand, revealing that the European supernatural organization "Jade Society" had recently adopted an increasingly hardline stance towards the Chinese supernatural community and was suspected of secretly supporting Southeast Asian supernatural forces to create friction. His knuckles turned slightly white from the pressure.

Times are changing, and what Na Du Tong is facing now is not just the domestic forces of supernatural beings.

The complexity and difficulty of international affairs involving supernatural beings far exceeded what he could have imagined when he followed his master. This heavy burden made it hard for him to breathe.

Hearing Yu Yang's unusual voice, trembling with obvious excitement, Zhao Fangxu frowned, instinctively turned around, and reprimanded him with slight displeasure:
"Secretary Yu, what has caused you to lose your composure? I already said..."

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

Yu Yang pushed open the office door, and a figure dressed in coarse cloth clothes with a peaceful smile clearly came into his view.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The dignity, exhaustion, and displeasure on Zhao Fangxu's face crumbled instantly, like ice shattered by a heavy hammer.

His pupils contracted sharply, his mouth opened slightly, and he seemed to have all his strength drained away.

"Master...master?"

Zhao Fangxu's voice was as soft as a dream, filled with extreme bewilderment and disbelief.

He stared intently at the old man at the door, not daring to blink, as if afraid that the phantom would disappear if he did.

Tears welled up unexpectedly, instantly blurring his vision, and slid down his resolute yet undeniably haggard face.

This chairman, who could turn the world upside down with a flick of his wrist and withstand pressure from all sides to stabilize the situation of Na Du Tong for ten years, was now like a child who had been lost for many years and finally found his relatives, so fragile that he could not be broken.

"Master...Master! Is it really you? You've come down the mountain?!"

Unable to contain himself any longer, Zhao Fangxu, with a heavy sob in his voice, almost knelt down and ran forward.

He rushed to Zhao Zhen, but then suddenly stopped. He raised his hands as if to grab his master's sleeve, but dared not touch them. His hands trembled and hung in mid-air, like a child who had done something wrong, with only sobs and surging tears.

Looking at his apprentice, who was trembling with emotion and tears streaming down his face, Zhao Zhen felt a fleeting pity in his eyes.

He reached out, but instead of helping him up, he gently patted Zhao Fangxu's shoulder, just as he had done when he taught him years ago.

Those hands were warm and dry, carrying a tranquil power like a mountain spring.

"Yes, we've gone down the mountain..."

Zhao Zhen's voice remained calm, yet carried a strength that had been tempered by time, piercing through Zhao Fangxu's choked sobs.

(End of this chapter)