Under One Person: Please Call Me Golden Flash

Chapter 406 Dissatisfaction from the Tang Clan

On the mountain path, Yang Lie led Zhao Zhen up the winding road.

On both sides are dense bamboo forests, sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting dappled shadows. The air is filled with the fragrance of grass and trees, and a faint, unique scent of herbs and concealed weapon maintenance oil belonging to the Tang Clan.

"Chairman Zhao... oh no, now I should call you Brother Zhao."

Since Brother Zhao resigned from his position as chairman of Nadutong, he has been gone for ten years.

For the past ten years, I have been out of the public eye. As soon as I came out of the mountains, I went to the Sanyi Sect first, and then came to my Tang Sect.

"May I ask, Brother Zhao, is there anything at the company that concerns my Tang Clan?"

After descending the mountain, Zhao Zhen no longer made any effort to conceal his whereabouts.

Therefore, given the Tang Clan's intelligence network and his own special identity, Zhao Zhen wasn't particularly surprised that they knew so much about his whereabouts.

"Brother Yang, rest assured, I am here not on behalf of the company, but solely on my personal behalf."

I came only to 'collect' a connection.

"Collect the fate?"

A hint of doubt flashed in Yang Lie's eyes, but in the end he didn't say anything more.

"Oh, we've arrived."

It was the same familiar reception room. I remember when Zhao Zhen first came here, he was being chased around by the Japanese devils of the Hieiyama ninja clan.

It was here that Tang Bingwen, the former head of the Tang Clan, took on his "business," even at the cost of gambling the fate of the entire Tang Clan!
Zhao Zhen will never forget this kindness, nor could she ever forget it.

"Brother Yang, Elder Tang, he..."

"He passed away five years ago..."

Yang Lie spoke with a grave expression.

Although they were members of the Tang Clan, they were already used to matters of life and death.

But to the members of the Tang Clan, Elder Tang was not only the sect leader, but also like a father in the "big family" of the Tang Clan!
Now that Elder Tang has passed away, the entire burden of the Tang Clan has been handed over to Yang Lie.

Inheriting the position of Tang Clan leader as someone with a surname other than Tang not only demonstrates Yang Lie's excellence, but also reflects the high hopes that the former leader Tang Bingwen has for him!

"Is it……"

Zhao Zhen nodded, a faint sadness flashing in her eyes.

Another senior figure has left us forever...

"Is Elder Tang's memorial tablet still there? If it's convenient, I'd like to offer some incense to Elder Tang."

"The old sect leader's memorial tablet is in the ancestral hall, but since you are not a member of my Tang Sect, it's a bit inconvenient."

"I see."

Zhao Zhen nodded, but didn't say much. He simply turned around and bowed deeply in the direction of the Tang Tomb from his memory.

"Farewell, Elder Tang."

After silently observing Zhao Zhen's actions, Yang Lie suddenly spoke up:

"Brother Zhao, may I ask you a question?"

"Brother Yang, please speak."

"Back then, you must have personally decided on the positions of the company's eight directors, right?"

Yang Lie's question echoed in the quiet reception room, carrying a hint of barely perceptible inquiry.

Zhao Zhen picked up the teacup in front of him, which had long since gone cold, and with his fingertips almost imperceptibly brushing the rim of the cup, the tea inside began to rise again in wisps of white steam.

He took a small sip and calmly met Yang Lie's gaze.

"Hmm, not bad." Zhao Zhen nodded, then put down his teacup, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable composure.

"When Na Du Tong was first established, the world of supernatural beings was in dire need of development. The establishment of the eight board seats was intended to balance the forces of all parties and maintain stability."

The eight representatives—Zhengyi Longhu, Shaolin Temple, the Four Families (Wang, Lü, Lu, and Gao), Jianghu Xiaozhan, and the Northeast Shaman lineage—were the best choice available at the time.

As for the Tang Clan…

He paused, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.

"The Tang Clan exists in a different way than these other sects. Rashly placing the Tang Clan on the board of directors and in the spotlight may not be a blessing for the Tang Clan. Instead, it may become a constraint and a target."

Elder Tang was well-versed in this matter, which is why he shared the same opinion when I discussed it with him years ago.

Zhao Zhen's explanation was frank and direct, pointing out the contradiction between Tangmen's own characteristics and the openness and political nature of the company's board seats.

Yang Lie remained silent for a moment, the formulaic smile on his face fading slightly, and his eyes becoming sharp as knives.

He spoke slowly, his voice lowering slightly:
“What Brother Zhao says makes sense. The Tang Clan has its own way of surviving. However, the balance that Brother Zhao mentioned… ah.”

Yang Lie let out a soft, ambiguous laugh.

"Brother Zhao borrowed the power of my Tang Clan back then to wipe out the ninjas of Bihe Mountain and relieve a great scourge from the world of supernatural beings."

Tang Clan disciples shed their blood in foreign lands and were buried in foreign soil.

Isn't this achievement and sacrifice enough to earn the Tang Clan a rightful and substantial position within the 'balance' that Brother Zhao mentioned?
Even if they are not on the board of directors, they should still have a corresponding... voice and respect?
However, over the past decade or so, the Tang Clan's reputation in the world of supernatural beings does not seem to have increased much due to that bloody battle.

Even recently, the company actually asked us to shut down all the facilities on the mountain!
Brother Zhao, isn't this going a bit too far...?

Zhao Zhen listened quietly, her face expressionless.

He understood Yang Lie's meaning; this was not a simple complaint, but rather represented the underlying dissatisfaction and disappointment of the entire Tang Clan.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhen slowly spoke:

"Brother Yang, as you can see, I have already stepped down as chairman of Nadutong."

Therefore, I can't really get involved in the company's internal affairs.

only……"

At this point, Zhao Zhen suddenly paused.

"Now that the world is settled, the main pattern of the future world of supernatural beings is destined to be stability and development."

Given the unique nature of the Tang Sect, if it wants to keep up with the times, then this great ship of the Tang Sect must make some changes.

"Change? How to change? The Tang Clan has been doing this kind of business since its inception."

To put it bluntly, besides these killing skills, I'm afraid the disciples of the Tang Clan can't do anything else.

Making changes is easier said than done.

Yang Lie's words echoed in the quiet reception room, carrying a heavy sense of helplessness and the pressure of being the sect leader.

He was not against change, but he was well aware of the heavy burden of the Tang Clan's thousand-year-old foundation and the intense pain that change might bring.

"Are roads made by walking? Does Brother Yang intend to give up just because they are difficult to walk?"

Zhao Zhen calmly watched Yang Lie as he gently and slowly put down his teacup, the bottom of which made a barely audible sound as it touched the table.

"Brother Yang, you say that Tang Clan disciples only know how to kill. This is the essence of Tang Clan's thousand-year heritage, but it is also the shackle that binds you."

But can the skill of 'killing' truly only be used for 'killing'?

Yang Lie frowned slightly and said, "What do you mean by that, Brother Zhao? The Tang Clan's poisons, traps, and assassination techniques are all means of taking lives, and besides that..."

(End of this chapter)