Under One Person: The End of Technique, Company Building

Zhang Chulan politely said goodbye to Feng Zhenghao, and then got into Zhuge Qi's car. Before parting, he only exchanged a few simple polite words.

Feng Zhenghao did not stop him from beginning to end.

Although the other party only said they would leave for a while, they did not say they would leave the World Society directly.

Just by looking at Chu Lan walking out of the World Society's gate, one could tell that he wouldn't be coming back, and one couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

But at this moment, instead of worrying about Zhang Chulan, you should worry about yourself.

"Now I'm in a predicament, barely able to save myself..." Feng Zhenghao said helplessly.

While he certainly intends to break free from company control, he prefers to maintain control from top to bottom, elevating his position to a level of cooperation rather than directly dismantling the company.

Of course, I do want to do it, but I also know that I can't do it at all.

Now that Zhuge Qi has found an opportunity to settle old scores because of Zhang Chulan's matter, he will inevitably have to face further cleanup afterwards.

The black Buick minivan smoothly drove out of the square in front of the Tianxiahui (World Association) and merged into the afternoon traffic in Tianjin.

The street scene outside the car window slowly receded. Zhang Chulan sat in the back seat by the window, tilting his head to look out the window, without saying a word.

Zhuge Qi sat in the front row, took out his phone to check the time, then locked the screen and put it down, his gaze falling on the road stretching out beyond the windshield.

The carriage remained quiet for a long time.

Zhang Chulan's voice came from the back seat only after the car had passed an intersection; it was muffled, like bubbles rising from the bottom of deep water.

"What do you mean by 'take me to get it'?"

"Literally, I know where your inheritance is, but the other party hasn't had time to give it to you yet." Zhuge Qi turned his head slightly and glanced at Zhang Chulan in the rearview mirror.

The young face was half-lit and half-shadowed by the alternating light and shadow outside the car window, his expression tense like a string that might snap at any moment.

"Of course, if you choose to give up inheriting this estate, that's fine too. The company will handle the aftermath for you, which will actually make things easier."

Zhang Chulan turned his gaze from the window to the back of Zhuge Qi's head. "Isn't what the company is afraid of—that thing appearing in the world? Why don't you just take it away? Then there wouldn't be so much trouble. Did you have to notify me?"

He himself was unaware of the existence of this unclaimed inheritance, so he was truly innocent.

In truth, Zhang Chulan still harbored some aspirations, believing that his grandfather had left him some unparalleled supernatural power without his knowledge.

Just like Naruto sealed Kurama, perhaps this thing is sealed in one's own virginity mark.

However, telling him now that he hasn't even received the item yet, and that he's just overthinking things, isn't that a waste of his feelings?

"No way, are you going to trick me again?" Zhang Chulan hesitated several times before finally saying it.

He learned his lesson before and knew that you really can't just act like a pushover with people in the company; if you keep doing it for too long, they'll eventually start to treat you like one.

He simply couldn't understand why the company would hand over the Eight Extraordinary Techniques to him first, knowing that they weren't in his possession and that they knew where they were, and then try to control him.

Zhang Chulan had no doubt that he would be controlled after inheriting the Eight Extraordinary Techniques.

He had already realized the significance of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques from the fact that powerful forces coveted them, and that they would never simply let them go unchecked.

"We are a legitimate company, how could we do such a thing?"

Zhuge Qi's tone remained unchanged, and he then added with a smile, "Furthermore, the Eight Extraordinary Skills are not important to the company. They can be in anyone's hands, but not directly in the company's hands."

Zhang Chulan pondered for a moment and understood what the other party meant and the company's attitude.

It seems that the company and the world of Yiren Jianghu are not getting along well. This is because they are worried that the company's forceful acquisition will cause dissatisfaction among Yiren Jianghu.

After all, companies represent order and are ultimately the ones that need to follow the rules.

The car turned into a narrower street, where the buildings on both sides gradually thinned out, the city skyline receded, and the outline of the gray-blue sky in the distance was revealed.

Rows of poplar trees line both sides of the road, their canopies intersecting at the top to form a natural green archway. Sunlight filters through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the road surface.

The black Buick minivan has been driving on this road for almost half an hour.

Zhang Chulan didn't know where he was. He had never been to this area of ​​Tianjin before, and he didn't care to remember any landmarks along the way.

His mind was completely blank.

He tried to recall what his grandfather was like when he was alive.

My memory is hazy now; after all, he was only seven or eight years old when his grandfather passed away, and many details have been worn away by time.

He only remembered that his grandfather liked to wear an old gray jacket, sit on the wicker chair on the balcony to bask in the sun, and hold a well-worn copy of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" in his hand, the pages of which were covered with pencil marks.

Grandpa rarely talked to him about superhumans, especially after he had truly mastered their abilities. He then made him hide himself away completely and never showed himself in front of others again.

He was like any other quiet old man in a normal family, buying groceries, cooking, reading newspapers, and taking walks.

Sometimes, when it's late at night, I'll sit in my room in a daze, staring at a blank spot on the wall, as if I'm talking to something.

Zhang Chulan didn't understand then, but he did later.

Grandpa was thinking about those who would never come back.

When I finally saw my grandfather, I saw his hideous death face. To this day, I still don't know what caused his death or what kind of pain he was in to make that face.

For a long time afterward, that scene haunted my dreams.

Later, her father also left her, disappearing without a trace as if he had vanished into thin air. After that, she was often surrounded by unfamiliar faces watching her.

It seems that it was around that time that I began to fear the gaze of others.

The car finally slowed down and stopped at the gate of a courtyard.

Zhuge Qi pushed open the car door and got out of the car. He stood in front of the iron gate, looked around, and then turned to look at Zhang Chulan, who was still sitting in the car.

"We're here, get off."

Zhang Chulan got out of the car expressionlessly, recognizing it as the staff dormitory of Na Du Tong. At this moment, his face was almost devoid of any pretense, displaying a composure that did not belong to a young man of his age.

He looked at the smiling Zhuge Qi and said in a deep voice, "The company should know a lot about my family's affairs, maybe even more than I do myself. So, before we meet, can you answer one question for me?"

"ask."

"Who killed my grandfather back then?"

"Well..." Zhuge Qi rubbed his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face, then suddenly smiled. "Didn't you meet that person before?"

"It's Feng Baobao."