Urban God-level Youth

Chapter 360: Chapter 362 Selling Misery

Upon stepping out of the study, Qin Hao happened to see Qiao’er walking toward him.

Seeing him, Qiao’er spoke, “Daddy, it’s already very late. Go to bed early.”

Picking her up, Qin Hao chuckled and said, “Yeah, okay, Daddy is going to sleep now.”

He carried Qiao’er back to the bedroom, where Han Meng had already tucked herself in.

He placed Qiao’er in the middle and then turned off the lights to sleep.

The next morning, the uproar online grew even more intense, as many more joined the ranks of those condemning Qin Hao.

Many also spread rumors about quality issues with Jiangshan Roasted Duck and Xinghui Wine.

That morning, the national Food and Drug Administration’s official website posted an announcement, “In view of the numerous reports from netizens about Jiangshan Roasted Duck and Xinghui Wine,@@novelbin@@

our department has received them, and this morning an investigative team has been established to inspect the Jiangshan Roasted Duck Restaurant and Xinghui Wine facilities.”

The inspection results will be announced online this afternoon; if the issues are found to be true, we will ban Jiangshan Roasted Duck and Xinghui Wine.

If there’s any false accusation or rumor-mongering, those responsible will face legal sanctions. We hope the general public will take this as a warning.

As the official website released the news, a lot of people saw it.

They supported the Food and Drug Administration’s investigation of Jiangshan Roasted Duck and Xinghui Wine.

That morning, Qin Hao was at home, strategizing. He pondered how to counterattack, so that he could make the most of what was in his hands.

Later, Qin Hao made a phone call to Feng Xiangyi, asking to contact those more than ten charitable organizations in Jianghai City.

He wanted a detailed report of his donation distributions.

It was time for them to come out and testify.

Qin Hao saw this as an opportunity to boost the reputation of Jiangshan Roasted Duck and Xinghui Wine.

This was a good chance, and if managed well, the impact could be even stronger than satellite TV advertisements.

Now, the number of followers on Qin Hao’s social media had already surpassed ten million, all genuine living people from all over the country.

At least several million were actively keeping tabs on him, and he intended to use these people to wage a comeback battle.

Late that morning, he posted a new message:

A life taken at every step, no trace left over thousands of miles.

Having done the deed, I depart with a sweep of my sleeve, burying my identity and name deep.

“Damn, is this idiot planning to commit murder? Won’t the police do something?” Jianghu Renwo Xiao was the first to comment, as usual.

Now, other than eating, he was glued to his phone, endlessly scrolling through social media, keeping an eye on Qin Hao.

He wanted to get back at his idol’s critics, to ridicule Qin Hao until he questioned his own existence.

His post instantly attracted countless insults, with comments soaring into the hundreds of thousands within minutes, trending towards a million.

Some social media heavyweights shared his post: “Do you even deserve to use a poem that praises honorable warriors? You’re insulting them.”

Those who had initially blasted Qin Hao, including some celebrities, all shared it with a dose of irony.

Jiang Feifei shared Qin Hao’s post, mocking, “The noblest warriors are those who serve the country and its people. You’re desecrating this verse.

All you do is exploit the hard-earned money of the common people and act arrogantly. What else do you know?”

Her post instantly drew countless likes, comments, and shares.

With Jiang Feifei’s significant influence, below was a chorus of cheers and approval.

Then, they moved on to Qin Hao’s social media to berate him, calling him hypocritical, trashy, and lacking in character.

Soon, Qin Hao updated his post again: “I am 19 years old this year, a college freshman.

I don’t think I did anything wrong at the airport, but I never expected so much hate, and even insults aimed at my parents.

I’m just an ordinary person, my ability to endure mental pressure has its limits too.

I have asked myself, and I have never done anything against the people or the country.

In fact, in some ways, I’ve worked for the welfare of the people and the development of the country.

Why do you have to vilify me so crazily?

My company has lost all income and is on the brink of collapse.

I get cursed when I go out, and so do my parents when they step outside.”

What did I, Qin Hao, do wrong to make you treat me this way?

Just because I hit someone who deserved it?

Putting aside whether I was wrong or not, even if I were, is this the way and standard you treat a person who has made a mistake?

Why don’t you even give me a chance to reform and be better?

My parents cry all day, under immense pressure; if this goes on, they will go insane, or even commit suicide.

I beg you, please stop cursing me, okay?

Please stop putting pressure on my family, okay?

Shall I kneel down for you, would that be good?

They haven’t done anything wrong, the fault lies with me, I offended someone I shouldn’t have.

If my death can quell everyone’s curses, then I am willing to die.

But before I die, please let me speak the truth.

That way, I can die with no regrets!

…

This post is quite long, and after Qin Hao posted it, he showed an embarrassed smile— was it perhaps a bit too tragic?

The more tragic the better, the effect will be greater later on!

The post had just gone live and many people had seen it, some of whom fell into contemplation upon reading it.

Why had I become so crazy? It was just a slap in the face, hardly a major issue.

But most people were still cursing in the comments: You realize your mistake only now? It’s too late, where was this humility when you were being arrogant and domineering?

There were many people following Qin Hao, not only relatives and friends but also competitors.

Seeing Qin Hao’s post, they smiled—it seemed Qin Hao really couldn’t stand the pressure anymore.

All of the hundreds of Jiangshan Roasted Duck Restaurant outlets across the nation had started to lose money. In this state, Qin Hao wouldn’t last many days.

This was exactly what those behind-the-scenes people wanted to see, then they would buy Jiangshan Roasted Duck and Xinghui Wine at a low price, completing their entire plan.

As for the truth Qin Hao wanted to tell, they saw it simply as an attempt to exonerate himself.

The post had barely gone up when Qin Hao’s phone rang— it was Feng Xiangyi calling: “Mr. Qin, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Qin Hao responded.

Feng Xiangyi didn’t mention anything about the online situation and gently said, “Then rest well for a couple of days, don’t worry about the company’s affairs.”

After hanging up, Li Moying called: “Master, are you okay?”

Qin Hao replied calmly, “I want to be left alone.”

Fan Ruobing: “I’ve got everything under control.”

Qin Hao: “Thank you.”

…

At the Xu Family, Xu Siyao saw Qin Hao’s post and felt somewhat nervous.

She wasn’t the center of the media storm but could still sense its terrifying power—how much more so Qin Hao who was right in the middle of it?

Could it be that he really couldn’t hold on any longer?

“Dad, Qin Hao is okay, right?” Xu Siyao asked her father.

Xu Jiekang had also seen Qin Hao’s post and was speechless—this guy was certainly plotting something.

Responding to his daughter’s question, he said, “In trouble? He’s probably the last person who would be in trouble.”

To Qin Hao’s surprise, he even received a call from Xia Qing.

After the call connected, Xia Qing hesitated for a few seconds before saying, “Everything will pass, stay strong.”

Qin Hao: “Thank you!”

Xia Qing sighed and without saying more, hung up.

At two in the afternoon, the Food and Drug Administration released a public announcement across the web.

“Investigation Report on Jiangshan Roasted Duck and Xinghui Wine”

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