Urban God-level Youth

Qin Hao smiled and said, "Mr. Zheng is adept at socializing, seemingly carefree but in reality, he's astute and competent with his own ideas. Mr. Zheng, you flatter me too much."

Upon hearing the praise for his son, Zheng Wenshan's face was full of smiles: "Mr. Qin is only nineteen and already worth billions; Jianming has much to learn."

No sooner had he spoken than Zheng Jianming's voice came, somewhat excitedly: "Dad, come over here and take a look."

Dark lines formed on Zheng Wenshan's forehead. He had just complimented him, and there he was, making a commotion.

Zheng Jianming continued to shout: "Dad, hurry over here and look at this painting."

Li Xutian felt curious as well and a smile appeared on his face: "Let's go have a look together, Mr. Zheng. It seems Jianming has something important."

"Let's go and see," Qian Ruisheng also said.

A few people got up and went over. Li Moying and others were looking at a painting on the table.

The dishes on the table had already been cleared away, replaced with pastries and tea.

When Zheng Wenshan came over, ready to scold his son, he paused upon seeing the painting on the table.

He was involved in antique calligraphy and painting, very knowledgeable in the field, and was once a renowned master of antique calligraphy and painting appraisal in Jianghai.

"Whose painting is this?" Zheng Wenshan asked, his eyes glued to the painting the moment he saw it.

Li Moying spoke up: "It was a gift from my master."

Zheng Wenshan looked at Li Moying: "Who is your master, a painting master?"

Li Moying: "My master is Qin Hao, not a painting master."

Zheng Wenshan turned to look at Qin Hao, his expression one of shock: "Mr. Qin, you painted this?"

Qin Hao nodded: "I did paint it, as a birthday present for Mo Ying."

Zheng Wenshan: "I never expected Mr. Qin to also be a master painter. The technique and depth of this painting are among the best I've ever seen, incomparable even to rare masterpieces passed down from ancient times."

The people around were astounded by Zheng Wenshan's comments, wondering if they were as impressive as he claimed.

Li Xutian and Qian Ruisheng, knowing Zheng Wenshan's former reputation as a master of calligraphy and painting appraisal, were more inclined to believe his words.

Zheng Wenshan, looking eagerly at Qin Hao, said: "Would you be willing to paint one for me? I am willing to pay 1.5 billion for one of your paintings."

...

The crowd was dumbfounded. Did they hear that right? 1.5 billion?

Li Xutian also found it hard to believe: "Mr. Zheng, how much did you say?"

Zhao Yuying and others had their mouths slightly agape in shock; it completely overturned their understanding.

Zheng Wenshan affirmed: "1.5 billion. Mr. Qin's painting is definitely worth that much."

Qin Hao shook his head: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zheng, but I have no intention of making money from painting."

Those listening admired him immensely.

To reject 1.5 billion just like that, what kind of boldness was that?

Jiangshan Roasted Duck was now worth just a few billion, and two paintings were worth as much as the current value of Jiangshan Roasted Duck—it was astonishing.

Seeing him decline, a look of regret appeared in Zheng Wenshan's eyes: "Please consider it, Mr. Qin. Money is not an issue."

Did that mean the price could go even higher?

The crowd was somewhat speechless. Were his paintings really worth that much?

Li Moying felt a surge of joy and liked the painting more the more she looked at it.

Zheng Jianming couldn't help but speak up: "Qin, my father really loves calligraphy and paintings. Please help us."

Qin Hao: "Do you know Wang Guanding, Mr. Zheng?"

Zheng Wenshan: "Wang and I have been friends for many years, I know her."

Qin Hao: "Her daughter, Fan Ruobing, is sort of my apprentice. She has many of my paintings. As for whether you can get your hands on one, that will depend on your ability."

Many?

Mr. Zheng Wenshan was taken aback upon hearing this, "Mr. Qin, how much did you sell it for?"

Qin Hao replied, "I didn't sell it, I generally give them to her."

Upon hearing his words, Zheng Wenshan felt a pang of envy. He was giving them away? How fortunate must that person be?

He then said, "Uh, okay, I'll get in touch with Mr. Wang after I go back."

Qin Hao walked up to the table and packed all the pastries into a paper box, weighing about seven or eight catties in total.

"If there's nothing else, Mo Ying, I'll be taking my leave now, goodbye Mr. Li, Mr. Zheng, Mr. Qian." After these words, Qin Hao greeted everyone before leaving.

Li Xutian and the others nodded, "Take care, Mr. Qin."

Zhao Yuying followed Qin Hao out. Watching Qin Hao's receding figure, the remaining few had complicated looks in their eyes, their thoughts obscure.

Later, Qian Ruisheng and Zheng Wenshan also bid their farewells and left, Qin Hao had opened their eyes once again that day.

When everyone had left, only the father and sons of Li Xutian remained.

Li Xutian sighed, "Back then, I also misjudged."

Li Jianjun was still lost in the painting's value, unable to come to terms with it—a single painting of his worth fifteen billion.

...

Qin Hao and Zhao Yuying entered the elevator, with Zhao Yuying still donned in an ancient costume, which gave her an extraordinary charm.

She couldn't help but ask Qin Hao, "Are you the owner of Jiangshan Roasted Duck Company?"

Qin Hao nodded slightly in response.

Zhao Yuying asked, "Has your company chosen a spokesperson?"

Qin Hao thought for a moment and said, "I don't think so yet."

Zhao Yuying said, "Could that be me? I haven't been in the best of moods these last few days because of the banquet, so I didn't handle the endorsement matter."

Qin Hao responded, "Of course, you're our first choice for our company."

Zhao Yuying took out her phone and sent a simple message to her studio manager, agreeing to the endorsement for Jiangshan Roasted Duck. Enjoy exclusive chapters from My Virtual Library Empire

The elevator quickly reached the lobby downstairs, and the two walked out of Jinjiang Hotel.

She followed Qin Hao to the parking lot, but before they could reach the car, Li Mingzhe and his group blocked Qin Hao and her.

To be precise, Li Mingzhe was there for Zhao Yuying.

In the crowd, Qin Hao did not see the girls who had come with them, only three men.

Li Mingzhe said indifferently to Zhao Yuying, "Miss Zhao, do me the honor of joining me for a meal."

Zhao Yuying declined, "Mr. Li, it's getting late, and my parents are waiting for me to return home."

After learning the identities of Li Mingzhe's group from Li Moying, she dared not show too much aversion, as offending these people would not benefit her.

The influence of the Beisu Li Family in the entertainment industry was not insignificant.

Li Mingzhe insisted, "No problem, I'll take Miss Zhao home afterward."

He was determined to have Zhao Yuying accompany him tonight, having seen her on television more than once.

Qin Hao's brow furrowed, "Get lost, don't block my way."

Li Mingzhe's face subtly changed, "Qin Hao, you'd better not get involved today, otherwise, you'll regret it in the future."

Qin Hao retorted, "Regret? I, Qin Hao, have never done anything I regret. I'll ask you one last time, are you going to move or not?"

Li Mingzhe did not budge, and seeing that their eldest brother hadn't moved, Li Minglei and Li Mingguan behind him stayed put as well.

"Bang"

Qin Hao kicked Li Mingzhe in the stomach, who immediately doubled over on the ground, hands clutching his belly, his complexion pale.

Qin Hao spoke in a cold tone, "I let it go the first time out of consideration for Mo Ying, but this time no one can help you."@@novelbin@@

Li Mingzhe, curled up on the ground, glared at him with a venomous look, "You and your mother will never step foot in the Li Family's house again."