Urban God-level Youth-Chapter 658 - 660: Internet Sensation

Qin Hao looked at her delicate feet, shimmering like jade, fragrant like lotus—surely these must be the legendary "jade feet!"

Does this guy have some sort of special fetish? Why is he staring at my feet? It’s embarrassing.

"You’re really a freak."

With an unblushing face, Qin Hao said, "Sister, I was just looking at the injury on your ankle. It seems alright now, I’ll remove the needle, and then we can head back."

Chang Jing had not expected him to be so thick-skinned; she gave him a cold look and returned to the sofa.

Qin Hao removed the needle and heard Chang Jing’s stomach growl; he looked up out the window. "What time is it now?"

"It’s nine in the evening," Chang Jing replied irritably.

Qin Hao: "Then let’s go grab something to eat first."

After leaving the office building, Qin Hao and Chang Jing arrived at the parking lot and got into the car. Qin Hao said to Leng Xuan, "First, take Mr. Chang home, and look for a restaurant on the way; she and I will grab a bite first."

Chang Jing: "There’s a night market not far ahead where they sell food, they close at eleven."

As they neared the night market, Qin Hao had Leng Xuan stop the car: "Mr. Chang and I will walk there."

After getting out of the car, the two walked towards the night market, and they could hear various sounds and a buzz of voices even before they arrived.

Chang Jing had already changed into a pair of flats; not only did she have spare shoes in her office, but various sorts of clothing as well.

She wore black leggings with a pink thin sweater, topped with a light coat. Her figure was shapely, and her features were exquisitely charming.

It was now April, the vegetation had started sprouting, spring had arrived, and the air was not so cold anymore.

But the temperature difference between day and night was still significant, the evenings were a bit chilly, though Chang Jing didn’t feel cold dressed this way.

As they walked, Qin Hao said, "Mr. Chang, you’ve been so busy with the company for so long, I haven’t yet treated you to a meal. Tonight, my treat."

Chang Jing smirked, "Wow, so generous."

Qin Hao explained, "Ask anyone if I’ve treated them to a meal? It’s not about how much money; it’s about face. Even if I invited someone for fried dough sticks and soy milk, they would brag about it for a lifetime."

Chang Jing couldn’t help but laugh, "You were rather shy when you checked my eyes before, now you’ve gotten pretty slick."

Qin Hao: "Sister, I’m just speaking logically. Spending more money on a treat doesn’t necessarily mean it’s heartfelt—you need to understand that."

As they talked, they arrived on the bustling night street, which was long and lined mainly with vendors selling various types of grilled meats. Just at the street corner, both could already smell the meaty aroma.

Chang Jing’s stomach growled again: "I can’t handle it anymore, let’s hurry."

She pulled Qin Hao along as they entered, buying several meat and squid skewers along the way. Qin Hao had eaten these during his junior and senior high school days and hadn’t had much since.

The two ate as they walked, and no one on the street recognized him as the current richest man in the world.

Chang Jing might have been very hungry, as she bought a lot of food along the way, all paid for by Qin Hao, as he carried the items. Soon, Qin Hao’s hands were filled with fifty or sixty skewers of food.

They reached the front of a restaurant, and Chang Jing, smiling, said, "Come on, I’ll take you to taste our northern delicacy, sheep offal soup."

The two walked in, and Chang Jing ordered, "Boss, two large bowls of sheep offal soup."

"Alright, coming right up."

Qin Hao had tasted sheep offal soup before; it tasted pretty good and was very drinkable: "Eat some skewers, they won’t taste good once they cool down."

Chang Jing, smiling, took some skewers and began eating, "I’ll tell you, when I was little, my parents once took me to have sheep offal soup, and I’ve loved it since. Now, when I pass by here after work, I have a bowl every evening."

Qin Hao: "I’ve had it too. It’s more appropriate in winter since it really warms you up."

Chang Jing nodded, "And this flavor, add some chili pepper, just thinking about it makes my mouth water."

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After dinner, he dropped her off at the nearby neighborhood where he lived. Seeing the neighborhood, Qin Hao felt it seemed familiar; it seemed like He Tingting also lived here, but the neighborhood was large, and their homes were not very close.

Reaching the building entrance, Chang Jing said, "Okay, that’s far enough; you should head back and rest early too."

Qin Hao replied, "I’d still prefer to walk you to your door; it makes me feel more at ease when I go back."

Hearing this, Chang Jing blushed slightly, "No need, it’s so close, what could possibly happen?"

"Let’s go; don’t dawdle. It’s already ten o’clock," Qin Hao walked in first.

Chang Jing watched his retreating figure, her heart pounding wildly. He couldn’t possibly be thinking of doing that, could he?

With a nervous heart, she took the elevator with Qin Hao to her doorstep.

Qin Hao spoke, "Alright, go on in; I’m heading back now."

Chang Jing paused, startled. He wasn’t thinking about doing that kind of thing with me? Just a pure escort?

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The next morning, Jianghai City International Port.

Qin Hao and Du Yingqiang watched as items were loaded onto the cargo ship. Du Yingqiang chuckled and said, "Mr. Qin, this is that smart cruise ship, named ’Xinghai’ as you instructed."

Qin Hao responded, "Let’s go up and have a look."

The two boarded the Xinghai Cargo Ship. The deck was spacious and already had several containers on it. Then, they moved to the cockpit.

The cockpit was filled with touchscreens of all sizes, giving off a very high-tech vibe. Inside, seven or eight people were responsible for monitoring, since it was the maiden voyage, and these people would watch over things first.

If an accident occurred, they could also pilot it manually.

"Mr. Du," the people saw Du Yingqiang and hurriedly greeted him with respect.

Du Yingqiang nodded slightly, "This time you are heading to Pu’er Island in Ban Guo Country. From now on, you’re Mr. Qin’s men, and this is Mr. Qin."

Mr. Qin?

Several people turned to look at Qin Hao and quickly said, "Mr. Qin."

Qin Hao nodded. "Xinghai Company’s staff will contact you to check on the situation at sea. Report any issues to them. It’s a demanding journey to Pu’er Island; it’s much farther than your previous routes."

The few men paused, Xinghai Company? Could he be Qin Hao from Xinghai Company?

Descending from the cargo ship, Qin Hao asked Du Yingqiang, "When do you think it can depart?"

Du Yingqiang replied, "It should be able to leave by tonight."

That morning, a news story exploded across the entire Xuan Country network:

Xuan Country Daily: "Thirty-six major groups in Xuan Country simultaneously raise salaries; minimum wages for employees start at 8000, benefiting millions. The nation highly commends this move, hoping all companies will learn from them."

"Awesome, I work at Wanhao Real Estate Company. I used to get a base salary of only 4000, and now it’s directly 8000; Mr. Guo is powerful."

"I am an employee at Kangmei Electric Factory, a factory in a third-tier city; the wage has gone from just over 3000 straight up to decent money, big love for Kangmei Group."

"Employee at Blueberry Mobile Electronics Factory in Zhou Island; the usual salary was 3600–3700, now it’s directly raised to 8000. Many employees cried with joy when they heard the news."

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