Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 454: Changes in Patriarch Wang
"Hey, what? Oh. Oh. Yeah, that's all. Oh. Me? Go to hell!"

Lu Ci acted quickly. He asked the hospital for a phone number and directly extended the line to the bedside of He Songling. He held it up with his hand like a servant and heard He Songling talking on the phone like a supporting actor.

But although He Songling didn't say anything nice, the expression on his face became brighter and brighter, which made Lu Ci'an feel relieved. Otherwise, after hearing what He Songling said, he really wanted to throw the phone to Zhang Zhiwei and run away.

Let you perverts go and hurt each other. I'm just an ordinary second son of the Lu family, one of the four oldest families in the domestic superhuman world. I can't beat these tough guys.

"Bah."

He Songling hung up the phone, feeling a little amused and helpless.

"Zhang Mazi, ah Zhang Mazi, you really gave me a big surprise."

He didn't understand what was going on until he finished the call. There was nothing he could do. He was always out there fighting or practicing in seclusion, often leaving the company to those executives and not taking care of the company's affairs.

If Lu Xuan and the others had suddenly said this a few days ago, He Songling would not be surprised. After all, the war situation was there and they might be forced to make any heartbreaking choice.

But the problem is that he had just returned from Europe and had just checked the accounts and deployed the company. There shouldn't be anything he didn't know.

But it happened.

Zhang Muzhi is not a businessman, nor is he a soldier in the traditional sense. Although he comes from the military, he is actually a bit of a chivalrous man.

The things he does cannot be measured by the conventional "gains and losses".

In Echeng, Huang Silang and others said, "All the silver was given to the poor, isn't this a sin?" But he gave it anyway. One million and eight hundred thousand taels of silver were thrown on the street, leaving the poor to pick up. Later, when they raided the tower of Mr. Huang's house, they didn't take a penny and gave it all to the poor.

If He Songling hadn't been so cunning as to load the 1.8 million taels they were entitled to onto a truck and take them away, Zhang Mazi would have been able to divide the entire Goose City's wealth equally.

It's the same this time.

He originally led the Nisheng Military Academy to fight the Japanese in the Northeast, but later, because the situation was too bad, he had no choice but to return to the South. After several years of fighting, Zhang Muzhi realized that what He Songling said was right, and that only the Red Team could lead Lao Zhong out of the humiliation of the past century.

He just went all in.

All the soldiers, soldiers, weapons and equipment, military funds and materials that he could mobilize were evenly distributed to our army headquarters, supporting the battles of countless our army units. Our army leaders were originally preparing for a "Hundred Regiments Campaign" to gather most of the troops and give the devils a head-on blow.

Coincidentally, with the help of Zhang Muzhi's actions, the strength was greatly enhanced. The original 105 regiments were directly increased to 150 regiments.

This was the result of careful consideration by the leaders of the headquarters, who made the reduction in order to retain some cutting-edge combat power. Otherwise, based on the configuration of the independent regiment led by Kong Jie before, they could have pulled out two hundred regiments.

This move was also widely known in the underworld. After all, every move of He Songling was a big deal in the circle of extraordinary people. As a result, He Songling directly stood on the altar of the circle of extraordinary people. Although Zhang Muzhi did it, it was well known that He Songling was the boss, so everyone tacitly agreed that this was He Songling's intention.

And the rumor of "squandering all the family wealth" also came from this.

In fact, they did not understand the financial operation of splitting up the group company and listing it separately. What Zhang Muzhi dispersed was only a relatively small part. Zhang Muzhi's authority was only to donate Lao Zhong's domestic Nisheng Military Academy and some arsenals. He was not qualified to touch the larger military industry and mercenary groups around the world.

He Songling has gained fame without spending any money.

Zhang Muzhi's self-assertion did not make He Songling angry. This was what he said when he called a meeting after returning from Europe: As long as it is beneficial to the war of resistance, I will bet everything on it.

What he didn't expect was that Zhang Muzhi was so decisive.

"In that case, that's a good thing."

Since this matter was not a big deal, He Songling felt his condition and found that he had recovered very well. After all, he was able to walk freely before he was sent here.

So, accompanied by Lu Ci, he went to thank the seven sects who rescued him yesterday one by one. They said they were visiting the seven sects, but in fact, they came to the Nisheng Hospital to visit the injured at home. He Songling just happened to be there, so he just visited a few more wards.

This was a rare sight in the domestic circle of extraordinary people. So many wealthy families gathered together. And this gathering was led by He Songling, a not-so-young young man.

"My nephew He, you used ordinary people's economic methods to open a company and develop firearms. You acted eccentrically. Others may not be able to say anything, but I, Wang, do not agree with you.

Although you relied on your strength and wealth to overwhelm your peers, in my heart, you will not live a hundred years. A hundred years later, when you die, my Wang family will still be a wealthy family, but everything you left behind will be divided among us. "

Patriarch Wang was really serious this time. In front of the four families, the three Putuo temples, and Shangqing Dragon and Tiger, he said directly: "But it was not until the Japanese invaded that I realized that I was totally wrong. My previous thoughts were not only shallow, but also ridiculous."

He held He Songling's hand tightly and patted it, saying with some regret: "Thanks to you, we, Old Zhong, can barely stabilize the situation. Otherwise, if we rely on those good-for-nothings under the bald man, I'm afraid Old Zhong would be gone now.

If Old Zhong is really killed, how can we, the strange people, survive? You used to say that we are a bunch of Qing bumpkins. Now it seems that we are just that. We have been closed off for many years, not communicating with the outside world, arrogant and underestimated the talents of the world.

Without saying too much, if it weren't for your actions, we wouldn't know how many casualties there would be. My last name is Wang, on behalf of the Wang family, thank you!"

After he said that, he took two steps back and bowed to He Songling.

Following the action of Patriarch Wang, the people from other sects also saluted He Songling. If nothing else, they should receive this salute just for He Songling's righteousness for the nation.

He Songling did not help them, mainly because he was not feeling well. After they all stood up, he smiled and said, "Your uncle Wang is much more direct now, and he is very different from the conspirator he used to be. Is it because of Wu Man?"

(End of this chapter)