Under One Person: The End of Technique, Company Building

The aroma of tea lingered in Feng Zhenghao's reception room, but the atmosphere had completely changed.

At this time, Zhuge Qi was doing most of the talking, while Feng Zhenghao was listening, just like an obedient student.

"Finally, President Zhao asked me to come and see how Tianxiahui has developed over the years and if there is anything the company can help with."

"After all, we've had a long-standing relationship, and the company has always provided substantial support to the Ten Elders. But support needs to be targeted, don't you think?"

His words were perfectly worded, but Feng Zhenghao understood them perfectly.

This is a form of criticism.

The company's support for Tianxiahui is never given for nothing.

The fact that Tianxiahui rose from an unknown small force to the position of one of the Ten Elders is no less due to the efforts of the company than Feng Zhenghao himself.

Now that they've grown strong enough to fly solo, the company naturally wants to see just how strong they've become, and whether they're strong enough to no longer need the company as a crutch.

"Section Chief Zhuge, you're too kind." Feng Zhenghao's face regained its smile, but the wariness in his eyes hidden behind his glasses was a bit stronger than before. "Since you're here, why don't you take a walk around Tianxiahui? I'd like Section Chief Zhuge to have a firsthand understanding of what we've been doing all these years, so I can report back to General Manager Zhao."

"That's great." Zhuge Qi put down his teacup, stood up, and said, "I've heard that the World Society's venue is very impressive. Today is a good day to see it for myself."

Feng Zhenghao also stood up, made a gesture of invitation, and pushed open the wooden door of the reception room.

The two walked out of the reception room side by side, with Ma Hong and Liu Yanyan following behind.

Liu Yanyan had been on edge ever since the beginning; she could sense the seemingly amicable yet subtly turbulent atmosphere between the two.

The headquarters of the World Society is far more complex inside than it appears from the outside.

The first to sixth floors are normal office areas, no different from ordinary companies, with a reception desk, meeting rooms, finance department, administration department, etc., and uniformed staff coming and going, making it look very professional.

But the layout changes from the seventh floor upwards.

The entire seventh floor is the "External Exchange Center" of the World Society, which is basically a place to receive extraordinary people and fellow practitioners.

The walls on both sides of the corridor are covered with various group photos and plaques, including photos with representatives of major forces in the world of supernatural beings, commemorative photos of various supernatural exchange activities, and some things that look like antique calligraphy and paintings.

As Feng Zhenghao walked, he introduced the place with a hint of unintentional pride in his tone: "This floor is mainly for receiving fellow practitioners from various factions. As you know, Section Chief Zhuge, in the world of supernatural beings, personal relationships are important, so we still need to have the proper pomp and circumstance."

Zhuge Qi nodded slightly, his gaze lingering on a group photo for two seconds.

In the photo, Feng Zhenghao stands in the middle, with several well-known figures from the world of supernatural beings standing on his left and right sides. Zhuge Qi recognizes several of them, as they are representatives of forces that have been frequently interacting with the World Society in recent years.

There are several companies among them, and according to company records, their relationship with Na Du Tong is not particularly close.

Feng Zhenghao seemed to notice Zhuge Qi's gaze, but he did not stop to explain. Instead, he continued walking forward, his tone still enthusiastic: "The eighth floor is the library, the ninth floor is the conference room, the tenth floor is our internal staff activity area, and the eleventh floor is the reception room and office I just saw."

By the way, the twelfth floor is the training ground, where our Tianxia Society trains its young talents. Chief Zhuge, would you like to take a look?

"Okay." Zhuge Qi nodded.

As the elevator ascended from the tenth floor to the twelfth floor, the doors opened, revealing a breathtaking view.

The twelfth floor is a large open space with a ceiling height much higher than that of ordinary floors, about seven or eight meters.

The floor is covered with custom-made non-slip tiles, and the surrounding walls have been reinforced with sound insulation. There are several rows of weapon racks in the corners, displaying knives, swords, clubs, and other implements, but they look more like training props than real weapons.

In the center of the space was an open area, about the size of two basketball courts, with neat lines drawn on the ground, suggesting that people often practiced here.

At this moment, there are seven or eight people in the venue doing their own things.

Two people were practicing their punches and kicks in one corner of the field. Their movements were fast but not chaotic, and the wind from their punches produced a subtle sound of air being cut. Another person was sitting cross-legged against the wall with his eyes closed, and there was a faint fluctuation of Qi around his body. There were also three people gathered together, exchanging words and gestures, as if they were discussing the key points of some kind of martial art.

Near the window, a young man in a white tracksuit stood alone, looking down at his toes, appearing out of place among those around him who were focused on practicing.

Zhuge Qi's gaze swept across the entire room, finally lingering for a moment on the young man in the white tracksuit.

Zhang Chulan.

Compared to his appearance in the file photos, Zhang Chulan in front of me looked thinner, and his eyes were a little dark, as if he hadn't slept well.

He looked somewhat downcast, even listless, with his eyes lowered and his gaze fixed on the ground, as if deliberately avoiding the gaze of everyone around him.

"Come on, everyone, stop for a moment." Feng Zhenghao stood at the entrance of the martial arts arena, clapped his hands, his voice was not loud but full of energy, and everyone in the arena immediately stopped what they were doing and looked over. "This is Section Chief Zhuge Qi from the head office. He's here as a guest of our Tianxia Society today. Let's all get to know him."

The seven or eight men immediately stopped their stance, walked over quickly, and stood in a row in front of Feng Zhenghao.

"Hello, Section Chief Zhuge."

"Hello, Section Chief Zhuge."

A cacophony of greetings rose and fell, each voice carrying the slightly reserved yet enthusiastic tone of young people facing those from above.

Zhuge Qi nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the group. He noticed that they were all young people in their twenties, probably the extraordinary talents recruited and trained by the World Society over the years.

To be honest, the quality was... a bit worse than he had imagined.

The qi of those who practiced martial arts wasn't very strong, and the one who meditated had some foundation, but that was about it.

However, Zhuge Qi showed no emotion on his face, and simply nodded politely: "You've all worked hard. Practicing martial arts is a good thing. Take advantage of your youth to lay a solid foundation so that you can go far in the future."

"Section Chief Zhuge is right," Feng Zhenghao chimed in, his tone gentle and kind like that of an elder. "Did you hear that? Stop being so restless and agitated all the time. Learn from seniors like Section Chief Zhuge."

Zhuge Qi found it amusing, but didn't show it on his face.

He wasn't much older than these people, but Feng Zhenghao put him in the position of "senior" with just one sentence. His intention was simply to elevate his status and make it difficult for him to argue with these juniors.

The demeanor of a seasoned veteran.

Just then, Zhang Chulan, who had been standing by the window, slowly raised his head, his gaze passing over the shoulders of the row of people and landing on Zhuge Qi.

The emotions in his eyes were complex.

He became wary after learning the identity of the other company.

Could this be someone who recruited me?