Chapter 341: Cao Guangyu Truly Is a Rich Second Generation

As time passed, the banquet gradually came to an end, and due to the relationship between the little rich girl and Qin Jingqiu, Jiang Qin didn’t put on any airs and just honestly sat at the table, dazzling everyone with an array of dishes.

The dishes and drinks at the Kempinski Hotel were still of good quality, pricy but appealing.

This is the nature of business banquets. The food might not be the tastiest, but it sure looks exquisite and costs a pretty penny.

Because ostentation represents face, and face represents respect. Whether the food tastes good is less important; after all, we’ve already spent the money.

Jiang Qin picked up a piece of sea cucumber and just as he was about to eat it, his gaze was caught by a bright red shrimp shell in front of him.

This fellow seems like an old actor. I swear it was the same one at the previous banquet. Don’t be fooled by its stillness; it’s all an act, much more professional than that dish of tender young celebs.

After eating his fill, Boss Jiang elegantly wiped his mouth and looked up, only to find that Qin Jingqiu had already left the scene, so he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that pretending to be elegant was even more tiring than boasting.

But, really, many people have had this experience, like being taken by a boyfriend or girlfriend to meet the parents—you have to go through it.

Jiang Qin put down his chopsticks, intending to leave, but before he could walk out, He Yijun who had followed along stopped him.

“Boss Jiang, Mr. Qin has arranged another program, meet at 8 PM in the lobby, go get some sleep then come down and join us.”

Jiang Qin was slightly startled, “Did Qin Zhihuan send you to fetch me?”

He Yijun lowered his voice, “I noticed Mr. Qin really does have a bias against you. He didn’t invite you again. I thought it over and decided to give you a heads up.”

Jiang Qin immediately put on a dignified look, “Thanks for that thoughtful gesture, Mr. He, but please don’t taint my noble soul with your worldly filth.”

“You’re not going?” He Yijun was incredibly surprised.

“I never said I was going. What’s so great about that place? I can wash my own feet. Kempinski Hotel offers footbaths with massage functions, much more comfortable than your spot.”

Just as He Yijun was about to say something else, Qin Zhihuan came over, “Boss Jiang, Mr. He, have you eaten well?”

Jiang Qin nodded, “Thanks for the warm reception, Mr. Qin. The meal was excellent.”

“That’s good to hear. If you don’t have other matters, Boss Jiang, you should go back and rest well.”

If this had happened a day ago, Jiang Qin would have been furious, thinking that they all want him to rest while they secretly go enjoy their fun, clearly sidelining him. But at this moment, he had to acknowledge Qin Zhihuan’s decency.

You understand how good friends can get jealous, it seems.

Jiang Qin said his goodbyes to everyone and had just walked a few steps out when he suddenly realized it was only two in the afternoon, so he turned back, “Mr. Qin, I have a question.”

“Please, go ahead, Boss Jiang.”

“Is there any library or museum nearby? I want to take advantage of the early hour to enrich myself a little.”

Surprise and appreciation flickered in Qin Zhihuan’s eyes, “Yes, let me have someone prepare a map for you. I’ll have my assistant send it to you shortly.”

“Thanks, Mr. Qin. I’ll head back to rest a bit first.”

As Jiang Qin waved goodbye and departed, Old He was taken aback and then more and more puzzled, thinking, not going for a foot wash but heading to a library? Maybe I really misjudged you.

In the afternoon around three, Jiang Qin received the map from Qin Zhihuan, visited the library and museum, and returned to the hotel by evening.

After a simple meal at the buffet, Jiang Qin started packing his luggage to fly to Hangzhou the next day. During this, he phoned Feng Nanshu to confirm his speculation.

After all, Wanzhong and Qin’s real estate had a partnership; it wouldn’t be good to cause a misunderstanding due to a wrong guess.

Sure enough, confirmed by the little rich girl, Qin Jingqiu was indeed her aunt, the second wife of the Feng family, no mistake there.

Tsk tsk tsk, indeed she hid her identity just to test her good friend. Such tricks and luckily, I’m clever enough; otherwise, with my usual goofy demeanor, I’d never be liked by the elders.

In fact, the little rich girl was also very nervous when she heard her aunt went to meet Jiang Qin, afraid her aunt might offer him money to let her go.

That’s also on Qin Jingqiu, who scared the little rich girl with that statement last summer.

Don’t think a joke won’t be taken seriously; a rich pretty girl lost in friendship fears everything, especially since she has been left behind before.

“Little rich girl, you were never really mine to begin with.”

“I am.” Feng Nanshu’s tone was somewhat defiant.

Jiang Qin took a deep breath, thinking this little enchantress really knows how to flirt, “What are you up to now?”

“Lying in your bed, watching you in a meeting.”

In Hongrong Homes in Jizhou City, Feng Nanshu wrapped herself tighter in the little blanket, her phone by her ear as her laptop played a meeting video in front of her.

Due to sudden evening rain, the sound of soft thunder could be heard from the phone’s receiver, but it wasn’t as pleasant as the little rich girl’s breathing.

“Your aunt is quite nice. Without going into other aspects, I could really tell she cares about you.”

“Jiang Qin, why did my aunt meet with you?”

“She heard Feng Nanshu has a charming and gentlemanly friend and couldn’t resist checking him out. After meeting, she indeed thought you were very handsome, a polite and humble young man she’d support being lifelong friends with the Feng family’s little rich girl.”

Jiang Qin answered casually as he continued packing his suitcase.

The National Day holiday is neither long nor short; he had stayed in Shanghai for three days and had no time left to linger, so early on the 4th, he, Sun Zhi, and Deng Yuan headed to Hangzhou.

As the second shareholder of Wanzhong Group, signing contracts was crucial, but even without Qin’s properties, Jiang Qin had ways to help He Yijun elevate Wanzhong.

Thus, the real highlight of this National Day was the interaction with Alipay.

As soon as Jiang Qin got on the car, he closed his eyes to rest, visualizing the upcoming business negotiations in his mind and soon fell asleep.

Hangzhou is a city filled with historical charm and a modern vibe. Before the millennium, its primary draw had been its tourism—after all, it’s said, ‘Above is heaven, below are Suzhou and Hangzhou’.

But with the rapid baptism of the internet age, it has increasingly become a highly digitalized city of the future, seemingly the starting point for many future trends.

Speaking of which, whether in his past or present life, this was Boss Jiang’s first visit to Hangzhou—not for lack of attraction, but rather his previous life as a corporate drone left him no time to travel.

Once they had arrived, Jiang Qin, Sun Zhi, and Deng Yuan stepped out only to see a man in a black suit with sunglasses, hands in pockets, looking impressive as he gazed at the drizzle outside.

“Old Cao, stop showing off. Come help with the luggage!”

Cao Guangyu took off his sunglasses, “I’ve been standing here for an hour already, how come you just arrived? Also, why aren’t you wearing a suit?”

Jiang Qin felt this guy was becoming increasingly bizarre, “We’re here to conduct business. Why the hell are you dressed up like this?”

“I’ve always pictured this scene in my mind: Me in a suit, greeting a team of business elites, shaking hands. But, Old Jiang, you look a bit low in that get-up. Look at you, a big boss dressed like this?”

“?”

Jiang Qin glanced down at his outfit, a black hoodie and jeans, certainly not business elite attire, but not exactly despicable either.

“Enough talk, what’s the plan?”

“My mom heard you were coming and has already prepared a meal. First, come home and eat. Then… do you want to surf the web?”

Jiang Qin laughed, “Did I travel thousands of miles just to visit an internet café?”

Cao Guangyu pursed his lips, “We’ll talk after dinner. There are plenty of fun places in Hangzhou; I’ll show you around.”

Sun Zhi and Deng Yuan knew this was the boss’s roommate, irrelevant to the business negotiations, so they planned to leave first and head back to the hotel to get settled. But Old Cao insisted they stay and have a meal together.

Once they arrived at the parking lot, a stretched black Lincoln suddenly opened its door, and a driver wearing white gloves greeted them and took Jiang Qin’s luggage.

During this, Cao Guangyu kept observing Jiang Qin’s expression, only to realize that he remained utterly unfazed.

“Old Jiang, aren’t you surprised? I really am a rich second generation!”

“I never doubted it.” Jiang Qin replied nonchalantly.

Honestly, although Cao Guangyu tended to be extravagant, his living standards in the dorm had always been the highest. His allowance wasn’t large, but whenever he wanted something, a phone call would have it delivered in three days.

Such people generally come from very well-off families.

Plus, those show-off posts he writes—Patek Philippe, Romanikonti—in an age where the internet isn’t rampant, many college students wouldn’t even recognize these brands, showing the circles Cao Guangyu frequents are indeed not low.

More importantly, every time he’s asked to treat to a meal, though he complains, he really does treat after cursing, a spending habit that also reveals a lot.

Cao Guangyu looked annoyed, “How can you be like this? I designed these two cool moments all the way here, and neither worked. That’s damn unfair!”

Jiang Qin climbed into the car, “Hurry up, let’s go. I’m starving. Did you design any cool moments at home? Tell me on the way so I can prepare.”

“My house is a standalone villa. You better keep your eyes wide open and exclaim ‘damn’ when you see it.”

“Okay, remembered. What else?”

“I also arranged for our maid to stand at the door. As soon as she sees me, she’ll call out ‘Young Master, welcome home.’ You better make sure your expression is like Liu Lao Lao entering the Grand View Garden.”

“Are you a drama king or what?”