Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 394: Declaring war on the Devil Country in the name of the Nisheng Group

When He Songling was about to leave, the seven members of the Lu family were frantically urging the doctor to examine Lu Ci's body, because the way he practiced madly made him look more like a patient than when he was just dug out of the concrete.

There is no cure for madness.

"Mad Dog Brother is still Mad Dog Brother after all."

Before leaving, He Songling sighed as he looked at Lu Ci who was practicing hard.

In fact, this was just words to trick Lu Ci into being brave and diligent. When it really came to fighting ten against ten, it didn't matter whether Lu Ci's level was higher or lower.

"Old Zhao, Old Zhao, what can you let me say about you?"

With He Songling's speed as fast as an airplane, he left the hospital in East China at around nine o'clock that evening and arrived in Sichuan in the late night.

He was lucky that they happened to be in the same city. With his ability to sense the atmosphere, He Songling found Boss Zhao, who was looking for prostitutes in a place like that in Chengdu.

"No, Mr. He, is your condition getting worse? Why don't you try Chinese medicine?" Boss Zhao was not panicked when he saw He Songling appear out of nowhere. Instead, he even wanted to mock him:

"You said I'm an old bachelor, I don't have a wife and I don't have children, so what's wrong with me coming here to have some fun? You care about that? Besides, you just had a drink and started touching me. It's only been a few words, but you've already made the girl's stockings swell up!"

"Who asked you this?"

He Songling asked angrily, and he did not forget to grab a few more girls with his hands: "Who told you to go to the Tang Sect in your personal name to place an order and let them assassinate the ninja?"

"Then I have already applied for resignation, haven't I?" The girls around Boss Zhao were all attracted by He Songling, so they had to pick up the wine glass and drink:

"Don't worry, the Tang Sect and I will publicly assassinate them so that their revenge will only be directed at us, not our military and civilians. This will be equivalent to pulling these ninjas out of the battlefield, and giving us a chance to win this war to defend our country.

Tomorrow the company will publish a statement in newspapers around the world, announcing that I, Zhao, have resigned from Nisheng Group and will not be implicated in the company. "

That's right, He Songling has been in a coma in Europe for these years. Seeing that the war is getting more and more brutal, Boss Zhao can't help but feel patriotic. He can't make more contributions, and the Nisheng Group has done its best in providing logistics.

All he could do was kick the group of ninjas from Biheshan out of the battlefield.

Although it is not time to announce Boss Zhao's public actions this time, He Songling has a close relationship with the Tang Clan and is the controller of the Ni Sheng Group, the energy source behind him. It is not surprising that he knew about this.

This time in Tang Sect, he said to Tang Bingwen the words that were originally said by him and in this life were said by He Songling when he recruited him: "I am a greedy person. Making profit for myself and for my family is not enough. Only when I make profit for the country, I feel I have made a profit." This nested sentence completely linked the fate of Tang Sect and this land.

But He Songling disagreed.

"Idiot! You fucking idiot!"

After hearing what Boss Zhao said, He Songling slammed the table and stood up, pointing his finger and cursing: "Old Zhao, I have been planning for so many years, the company has been around for so many years, I have spent so much money, and fattened up so many people. What is the point of managing it? Isn't it just for this moment?

Why do I need you to show off to me? You are pretending to be a lone hero. If you continue like this, won’t you die heroically? "

“No, I…” Boss Zhao was stunned by He Songling’s sudden swearing, but He Songling had no intention of stopping and continued to curse: “Who the hell are you? Can you, by yourself, withstand the hatred of a group of aliens from the devils?

You are still pretending to be heroic here, why would I need you? The Nisheng Group is such a big business, why should I keep it if I don't use it to fight the damn Japanese? As for the Americans and the British, I welcome them every day and divide the profits, why do I keep them? If they can't pay it back now, when do they want to shrink?"

He Songling was indeed angry. He had never expected that after all the trouble he had put in, Boss Zhao would go back to being his lone hero. Then why did I do all this?
It is true that everyone should be prepared to sacrifice when the country is in crisis, but that does not mean that everyone should sacrifice casually. The fewer people who die, the better. This is the future of Lao Zhong.

The key point is that his Nisheng Group was prepared for this purpose. Otherwise, why would he, a person from the Xuanmen Sect, come down from the mountain to do all this? Is he really here to become a rich man? If he wanted to be rich, he would have sold his shares to the United States or the United Kingdom long ago. How could it not be enough for him to spend? Why would he still go to work every day for these troubles?
"You want to do it in the name of the group?" Boss Zhao finally understood what He Songling meant. He ignored He Songling's scolding and stood up with a serious face: "This is not a small matter. A large group of hundreds of thousands of people cannot belong to just you, He. Even if you don't care about the benefits, can those foreigners do it?"

"They definitely won't do it in three to seven years, and I can't force them to do it." He Songling waved his hand, signaling Boss Zhao to stay calm.

"But now it's 1940, and the little mustache has started a war in Europe, turning a local war of aggression in the Far East into a world war. Britain has been bombed, and if the Americans have any brains, they won't think they can stay out of it. So, why not strike first?"

"What do you mean?" Boss Zhao's heart was pounding. He felt that the handsome young man in front of him seemed to be planning something extremely terrifying. In comparison, what he had done was not even as good as playing house.

"I didn't see old Joseph when I was in the UK. He left me a message saying that he has been transferred back to his country to serve as a member of the House of Representatives. He will be the Speaker of the House of Representatives in the next election. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be the Speaker of the House of Representatives."

The original old Joseph, after resigning as ambassador to the UK in 1940, fell into despair and retired from politics due to the outbreak of World War and some curses.

But now, he is the richest man in the United States, the second richest man in the world, and he also has the merit of supporting Roosevelt to take office. His status is even higher than that of the rocket maniac Musk a hundred years later. If he wants to make progress bravely, there are many things he can do.

"I have sent a telegram to discuss it with him. He won't object. So, what we have to do is not to be an employer of assassination, but to declare war. As the Nisheng Group, we will directly declare war on the Japs! Damn those damn Japs!"

(End of this chapter)