Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 243 Zhang Jingqing: Are you concerned about the Tianshi Mansion’s methods or their character?

But no matter what Zhou Quan's future achievements will be, he is still a little Karami now and cannot have any influence on the current situation, that is certain.

"But, in this case..."

He Songling counted the days on his fingers. "An undergraduate degree takes four years, a master's degree takes three years, and a doctorate degree takes an irregular period of time, so it will take at least two or three years. By this calculation, it will be 45 years before Wei Shufen and Zhou Quan return home after completing their studies. In 44, the thieves formed an oath of brotherhood. Can this little Wei catch up?"

It looks like if nothing unexpected happens, I guess I won’t be able to make it in time.

Tsk.

He Songling smacked his lips, feeling rather sorry. He was still waiting for the future to "help you to fight against the whole world" and come to the rescue, but now there was no chance.

"Unless this ugly bastard Lao Zhang wants to be the brother of a masterless person, it seems that I will be forced to stand on the side of justice. Oh, it's boring. The difficulty is too low. Eh?"

He Songling suddenly came up with a good idea.

"Anyway, this guy surnamed Feng will come to Sanyi Sect to cause trouble sooner or later. Why not get to know him, learn the Vajra of Incorruptibility, and lead Sanyi Sect to swear brotherhood with him? That would be so interesting! However, I won't be a brother to Wu Gensheng. With his status, it's almost like he can just treat me as his godfather."

"Junior brother, what are you mumbling about?"

Mr. Dongshan asked worriedly, "I've heard that your brain isn't working very well. Is it a flare-up? I heard that in foreign countries, brain problems are considered a serious disease that can be prevented, controlled, and cured.

No, I will let Joseph contact the hospital in the United States and let you go there. Don't worry, as long as you cooperate with the treatment, you still have a chance to become a normal person again. If it really doesn't work, I, the chairman of the Nisheng Group, will support you for the rest of your life. Woo woo woo..."

When he thought of He Songling being forcibly sent to a mental hospital and himself becoming the leader of the Nisheng Group, Dongshan couldn't help but shed tears of joy from the corners of his mouth.

Look, this is the influence of He Songling. Dongshan was such a serious middle-aged scholar before, but now he has become cunning.

"Get lost, I'll give you a double shot, do you believe me?"

He Songling was not bragging. As a person at the third level, he really had this ability. Not only could he help a person at the first level to be promoted to the second level quickly, he could also lock the Qi path of a person at the second level and make him fall back to the first level.

"Come on, come on, take the photos quickly." Dongshan slumped down on a chair and said, "If you take the photos back, I will take sick leave, starting from half a year. Then I will see who you want to hire in your company."

I have to say it was Mr. Dongshan. He is old and cunning, and he has not lived in vain at this age. If it were He Songling before, no one would take care of the company, anyway, I just need to have enough money to spend.

But now it's going to be bright red.

We have just prepared all the supplies and support, but there is no one to take charge of the situation. What will happen?
"Hey, what are you doing? Senior Brother Dongshan, look at you. I was just joking with you, but you took it seriously. Hahaha..."

He Songling smiled awkwardly and ran behind Dongshan to massage his shoulders and legs: "Brother, you are my dear brother. You can't ignore me when something happens. You still have a stake in this..."

After much persuasion and a host of unequal treaties, Dongshan was finally coaxed away.

This was truly the most humble He Songling had ever been since he came to this world. Even before, when he was facing Zuo Rutong, he had never been so humble.

Otherwise, you would say he is a capable person.

"Brother, Boss Zhao, I'm leaving now."

The next day, He Songling packed up and planned to leave Dongshan's home.

All the company's mundane affairs have been dealt with, and there is no need for him to continue to be here to take charge of the overall situation; Wei Shufen is now studying abroad and will not be able to return for a few years, so there is no reason for him to stay here.

"Get out." Dongshan and Boss Zhao both waved their hands angrily, looking as if they wanted to kick He Songling out.

There is no way. The boss He Songling has nothing to do all day and always goes out to travel. These lousy employees, on the other hand, have to work hard and devote themselves to the company. No one will feel balanced.

"Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang!"

Not long after, He Songling appeared on Longhu Mountain, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"What are you shouting for? There are more than a dozen Lao Zhangs on this mountain. Who are you looking for? Are you looking for me?"

Zhang Jingqing’s deep shout came from the main hall of Tianshi Mansion.

"I can find you."

He Songling's body disappeared, and the figure on the spot slowly dissipated with the mountain wind, but the real body had already appeared in the main hall of Tianshi Mansion at least two kilometers away, standing opposite Zhang Jingqing.

"Oh?"

Zhang Jingqing raised his eyelids, "You kid, this is..."

"Hey, old Heavenly Master, let me ask you a question." He Songling came over with a smile and asked, "Have you ever been defeated?"

"I have been defeated." Zhang Jingqing was not angry at He Songling for stealing Wang Ye's lines more than 80 years in advance. Instead, he looked at He Songling with interest and said:
"When I was little, I lost every day. But as I grew older, I lost less often. After I became a Heavenly Master, I was the only one who could win. What, do you want to compete with me?"

"No need. Don't even think about defeating me, let alone trying." He Songling continued to steal Wang Ye's lines. "If I fight you, the Heavenly Master will lose face. Wouldn't that make our two families enemies?"

He Songling's words finally amused Zhang Jingqing. He plagiarized Zuo Rutong's lines: "Boy, if you have the ability, just give it a try. Are you worried about the Tianshi Mansion's methods or the Tianshi Mansion's character?"

"Both." He Songling was not polite at all and nodded on the spot: "The most important thing is that I have to consider your face."

"Boy, you are rebelling against the teachings, aren't you?"

At that time, a disciple who was practicing behind the Heavenly Master was furious. He stood up and pointed at He Songling without caring about his master. He said, "How dare you talk to my master like that? Come on, don't talk about my master. Let me see what you are capable of!"

"Okay?" He Songling glanced at Zhang Jingqing.

"Hold on, these are all good kids. Don't let them destroy your Taoism." Zhang Jingqing nodded slightly.

"Originally, I thought that you, old Taoist priest, were just giving people like Zhang Zhiwei a form of frustration education. It turns out that no one can escape." He Songling was amused. He stood there without making any movement and simply flipped his left hand.

Many people here were still wondering, when suddenly there was a "thump" sound. All the disciples turned back and saw that the man had already fallen to the ground, and it seemed that a heavy object was pressing on him. No matter how he struggled, he could not move at all.

Not long after, the man's face turned pale, his eyes rolled up, and he had difficulty breathing. The next moment, he fainted. The disciples of the Tianshi Mansion were shocked and angry, and shouted: "He Songling, what kind of magic did you use!?"

(End of this chapter)