Volume One: Qin Yang of the Northern Sea Chapter 14: Feng Bo

In a concealed corner, Feng Bo’s face was dark with a terrifying gloom, his eyes brimming with burning rage. He had pursued Zhang Mengqi for two years, and she had never once shown him a kind face. Yet today, to his shock, he saw her in the arms of a strange man.

Earlier, he had someone investigate and discovered that this young man before him was actually the head of security at Yaoyao Beautification Company, earning no more than five or six thousand a month at best. Such a small fry would have never caught his attention before; he wouldn’t have bothered to look into him, let alone care. But now, seeing the way Zhang Mengqi looked at him, Feng Bo realized that if he didn’t act, she would never let go of her fantasies.

A plan began to form in his mind, ready to be set in motion.

Meanwhile, Su Ying and Qin Yang were driving back to the company. As she drove, Su Ying spoke on the phone with Wu Yaoyao, telling her that everything had gone smoothly—adding a few embellishments and taking full credit for all their success. She didn’t mention Qin Yang at all.

Hearing this, Qin Yang pursed his lips in disdain. “Tch.”

Back at the company, everyone watched as the two returned together, their gazes filled with odd curiosity. Wang Lei and Li Jun, in particular, were keeping track of the time.

“Yang, you’re something else. You were out for almost five hours. Amazing. I wonder if you can keep up physically,” Wang Lei whispered.

“Hey, Yang works out every day. He should be fine. Besides, it’s none of our business. We’d better get back to work, or if Yang hears us, we’ll be in for it,” Li Jun replied.

Though they were some distance away, Qin Yang’s hearing was exceptional; he caught every word. Black lines appeared on his forehead in exasperation. What were these two thinking, as if he’d never seen a woman before?

“It’s working hours. Don’t you two have jobs to do?” he called out sternly.

“Heh, we’re going right now, Yang. Don’t be mad, don’t be mad,” they quickly responded.

Su Ying had already left, and with the company leaders gone too, Qin Yang was about to head back to the dormitory when he suddenly noticed a figure moving at the company entrance.

He frowned, recognizing the man—it seemed to be Feng Bo, a name he’d only heard from reporters. Qin Yang was surprised and couldn’t guess why this man had come here.

“Qin Yang, how much does the security department pay you a month?” Feng Bo asked calmly, smiling.

“Just over four thousand. Why?” To be honest, Qin Yang found him thoroughly irritating, especially after learning that Feng Bo was pursuing Zhang Mengqi. If it weren’t still daylight, he would have loved to give him a good kick.

“Four thousand a month, so at best fifty thousand a year. I’ll give you half a million—how about it?” Feng Bo lit a cigarette and spoke in a low voice.

“You’re giving me money?” Qin Yang was baffled. Damn, there are idiots everywhere, but today seemed special—someone had actually come to give him money, and he was quite intrigued.

“Half a million? That’s not much. I already have one point six million on my card. That’s pocket change for beggars,” he replied with a sneer.

Feng Bo understood immediately—Qin Yang was simply dissatisfied with the amount.

Gritting his teeth, he said, “A million. How about that?”

“Deal.”

Qin Yang quickly wrote down his account number and headed toward the dormitory without another word.

Hearing Qin Yang agree, Feng Bo sneered, “What an idiot. So easily bought for a million. That’s all you’re worth.”

As Qin Yang walked inside, Wang Lei came over. “Yang, what did that guy want?”

He paused, saw that Feng Bo had already driven off, and shook his head helplessly. “I honestly have no idea what he wanted. He just showed up and gave me a pile of money. I still don’t know what he wants from me.”

Wang Lei glanced at the departing sports car and asked, “Yang, are there really people that stupid in this world? How much did he offer you?”

“A million.”

“What?!”

Wang Lei was dumbstruck. A million, just like that? He couldn’t help but wonder what exactly the man wanted Yang to do that was worth so much.

Back in the dormitory, Qin Yang could finally relax. When he checked his phone, the money had already arrived. Seeing the balance at two point six million, he was overjoyed.

Damn, making money had never been so easy.

Sitting on the floor, he began his cultivation. Cultivation was like rowing upstream—if you didn’t advance, you fell behind.

For the sake of his master’s dying wish, he had to work hard. Now that he had reached the intermediate stage of Tianqi, his ability to absorb spiritual energy from the world was noticeably faster than before.

In the past few days, most details of the collaboration with Carnival had been handled by Wu Yaoyao and Su Ying. After all, Qin Yang was just a minor figure.

Two days later, the summer break window had closed, and time was running short. Zhang Mengqi offered Wu Yaoyao a suggestion: to quickly gain fame, they had to use the power of the internet.

With November still to come, Wu Yaoyao was already making plans, seeking to recruit well-known actors for endorsements.

Leisurely days always seemed to pass quickly. Awakening from his cultivation, Qin Yang was surprised to receive a call from Zhang Yiming. The triennial raw materials procurement fair was about to be held in Bincheng.

All the major jewelers would be gathering, hoping to purchase premium jade.

“Brother Qin, are you interested in attending the Bincheng Raw Materials Procurement Fair?” Zhang Yiming’s hearty laughter came over the phone.

It was a good time. With Wang Lei and Li Jun handling things, Qin Yang didn’t need to take care of everything himself.

“Sure, I have nothing important on tomorrow. I’ll be there.”

At the Zhang family home in Bincheng, Zhang Chu sat on the sofa, staring at the television, though his thoughts were far away. He couldn’t understand why his own sister had struck him for the sake of an outsider.

He still hadn’t figured it out, nor could he grasp what she meant with her last words.

Suddenly, his eyes widened. The person who had saved his life—could it be him?

Six years ago, he had fallen into a river and was about to drown when a young man jumped from a bridge and dragged him to safety. That act had saved his life. His face shifted through emotions as his eyes sparkled. “Could it really be you?”

If that man was his savior, then being hit once or twice didn’t matter. After all, he owed him his life.

Just then, Zhang Mengqi entered the house, glancing at her phone, which was playing a recording of Qin Yang and Feng Bo’s conversation.

If Qin Yang hadn’t told her about this in advance, she might have doubted his character.

“Hmph, such a petty man. Luckily, Qin Yang exposed your attempt to buy him off,” she muttered coldly, pursing her lips. “Honestly, it’s so tedious—resorting to schemes over such trivial matters.”

“Sis, is that Qin Yang the one who saved me back then?” At that moment, Zhang Chu ran over, a bit nervous.

Zhang Mengqi paused for a moment, then replied, “That’s right, it’s him. Why, are you planning to cause him trouble?”

“Heh, of course not, sis. I’m grateful to him. If it weren’t for Yang, I wouldn’t have gotten to enjoy all that life has to offer.” In his heart, he was already planning to thank him in person at the first opportunity.