Urban God-level Youth

Qin Hao spent over half an hour before finishing the painting.

Fan Ruobing admired the painting—the majestic mountains, the waterfall that resembled misty smoke, the quaint and unique thatched hut nestled in the mountains, and the elderly couple walking on the mountain path.

The focus of it all was on the elderly man and woman.

All the scenery served as a backdrop to the old couple who, though hunched over, walked hand in hand.

This was also the spirit of the painting.

As Fan Ruobing looked at it, she couldn't help but think of her own parents, wishing they hadn't divorced.

Giving her mother such a painting, it must carry a deeper meaning, right?

"Thank you, my mom should really like this," Fan Ruobing said to him.

Upon hearing his words, an idea flashed through Qin Hao's mind: why not give Li Moying a painting for her birthday?

His own painting skills were decent, presentable in public, and certainly better than giving some trite gift.

Li Moying came from a wealthy family that lacked for nothing, be it jewelry or cars.

Qin Hao picked up his brush and began to paint again, this time a common landscape painting.

Ranges of mountains stretched unbroken, enveloped in clouds and mist, with water flowing down from the high peaks in a steaming cascade.

Later, Qin Hao used colored pencils to add red maple trees to each mountaintop, transforming the mountains into a spectacular sea of red.

This painting, grandiose and full of vigor, with auspicious symbolism, represented Qin Hao's profound blessings.

In the blank space at the bottom, Qin Hao used the seal script to add a few lines of text.

Upon seeing this, Fan Ruobing asked, "Are you going to give this to Li Moying?"

She noticed the inscription dedicated to Li Moying.

Qin Hao nodded, "It's her birthday tomorrow. Just now, when you spoke, I thought giving her a painting would be quite nice."

Fan Ruobing nodded slightly, "You're free this afternoon, right? Can you teach me a little longer today?"

Qin Hao: "Sure, I'm not busy anyway."

Starting around three o'clock, Qin Hao taught her how to paint, and they quickly finished four paintings, each depicting a different scenery.

As they were working on the fifth painting, the door to the studio opened, and Wang Shudan came in again.

Qin Hao felt a bit embarrassed, "Auntie."

Wang Shudan said with a smile, "It's alright, Xiao Hao, continue painting."@@novelbin@@

After speaking, she walked over to several tables nearby, admiring the paintings on them.

Qin Hao held Fan Ruobing's hand and continued painting.

Soon the painting was finished, and Qin Hao hastily separated from Fan Ruobing.

Luckily, he had restrained himself; otherwise, he might have embarrassed himself in front of Fan Ruobing's mother.

Wang Shudan stood to the side, staring at the painting of a countryside scene for a long time without moving.

If one looked closely, they could see the tears brimming in her eyes, the emotions of the painting having stirred her heart that hadn't felt much for a long time.

She discreetly wiped the corner of her eye and turned to smile at Qin Hao, "Xiao Hao, did you paint this one too?"

Qin Hao nodded, "The president said you wanted a painting, so I just finished it for you. It's already dried, the one right before you."

Wang Shudan's eyes lit up with surprise; her daughter's influence was considerable, and the painting was top-tier work.

If it were to come to skill, Qin Hao was definitely amongst the top masters of traditional Chinese painting in the country.

Nowadays, some of the more famous painters in China wouldn't just paint for you if you had money; it completely depended on their mood.

"Thank you, Xiao Hao, I really like this painting," Wang Shudan said to him.

Qin Hao: "You're welcome, Auntie. I'm glad you like it."

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Later, Qin Hao framed the landscape painting he had for Li Moying and left, leaving Wang Shudan and Fan Ruobing in the studio.

Wang Shudan looked at the paintings in the studio with shock in her eyes, knowing that if they were all sold, it would definitely be a huge sum.

After leaving the studio, Qin Hao drove back to his villa.

It seemed that Zhao Yuying hadn't gone to work today; when Qin Hao returned, he saw her playing with Qiao'er.

Qin Hao got out of the car and asked, "Miss Zhao, not busy today?"

Zhao Yuying nodded slightly, "Nothing much in the last two days."

After exchanging a few words, Qin Hao went back into the villa.

The next morning at nine o'clock.

Qin Hao went to the company, and his first stop was Feng Xiangyi's office, where he asked, "Mr. Feng, how is the endorsement deal going?"

Feng Xiangyi: "Zhao Yuying's Studio hasn't responded yet, so we've started contacting the next candidate."

Qin Hao nodded slightly, "Alright, proceed as planned."

Although he knew Zhao Yuying, he wouldn't beg her for an endorsement or use personal relationships to get her to do so.

If she thought Jiangshan Roasted Duck was suitable, she would definitely do the endorsement.

Feng Xiangyi: "Mr. Qin, today Delicious Duck will have more than a dozen stores opening, and within three days,

all Delicious Duck stores will be rebranded with Jiangshan Roasted Duck's signage. The dozen or so stores that opened yesterday each had daily sales above one hundred thousand, totaling nearly two million."

Qin Hao nodded slightly, "What about Mr. Chen?"

Feng Xiangyi: "I've sent Mr. Chen to develop the market in Nanzhe Province."

Chen Xiaofeng's success in expanding Delicious Duck demonstrated his capability and strength.

Qin Hao asked, "Are there any moves from the other companies?"

Feng Xiangyi shook her head, "No. Some smaller companies have approached us with offers to sell their storefronts.

We acquired a few with good locations."

Jiangshan Roasted Duck has considerable working capital because it operates differently from other companies.

Customers pay in cash; there is no credit or debt issue, resulting in a significant daily cash flow.

Qin Hao and Feng Xiangyi discussed the development plans for the coming days. Given the current pace, Jiangshan Roasted Duck will become the dominant force in Jianghai's roasted meat industry in at most half a month.

In Jiangshan, the development was also in full swing, now holding the market in three cities. Shuinan Province has eight prefecture-level cities and eight autonomous prefectures, totaling sixteen areas.

It would take some time to reach the entire Shuinan Province.

Xinghui Wine had very good reviews, and there were many returning customers, which meant that the daily sales volume was constantly increasing.

Given this snowballing pace, this month Xinghui Wine was also likely to realize profits in the millions.

Currently, only Feibao Security Company from Qin Hao's companies was still incurring losses.

Qin Hao spent the entire day within the company.

Just past five-thirty in the afternoon, Qin Hao drove to Jinxiu Hotel in Bailing District.

Jinxiu Hotel was not open to the public today because it was their chairman's daughter's birthday party, exclusively for invited guests.

When Qin Hao arrived, the parking lot was already filled with cars; not a single one was valued under one million.

A sea of luxury vehicles, easily numbering in the hundreds.

Those attending Li Moying's birthday celebration today included not just her invited friends and classmates,

but also many company CEOs and business tycoons, some coming to curry favor with Jinxiu Group, others for friendly relations.

In any case, the place was teeming with countless guests.

Qin Hao drove a distance into the parking lot before finding a space; carrying a roll of painting, he got out of the car.