Urban God-level Youth

Qin Hao opened his mouth and said, "Mr. He, how about we discuss this matter some other day? Let everyone calm down and have a good talk."

He Qizhi hesitated for a moment after seeing his daughter's expression, "Alright, but you two must keep your distance. I don't want the word to get out about this."

Qin Hao: "Don't worry, Mr. He, this won't get out."

The two of them hadn't actually done anything, so there really wasn't anything to worry about.

After leaving the principal's office, Qin Hao and He Tingting took a long breath of relief.

Once they were a good distance away, Qin Hao said to He Tingting, "Mr. He, this situation isn't going to work. You better find a boyfriend soon."

He Tingting replied irritably, "Do you think finding a boyfriend is that easy? Don't you think I want to? The problem is there's no suitable one."

Qin Hao chuckled dryly, "Teacher, don't be so picky, someone decent will do."

He Tingting: "This is a matter of a lifetime, how can I settle for just decent? Our views on marriage are different."

Qin Hao: "Alright then, you better hurry up. I don't know when it'll all come out."

"Got it." He Tingting was somewhat annoyed.

As soon as they left the office building, the two split up; Qin Hao headed towards the club office building, and He Tingting went to the laboratory.

Club Office Building.

Qin Hao arrived at the Seven-colored Painting Club's studio, where four or five girls were chatting and painting.

Seeing Qin Hao come in, the girls paused and then hurriedly got up and came over, "Qin Hao, could you draw a painting for me too?"

"Yes, I want one too."

"Draw one for me as well."

The five girls surrounded him, their fragrance overwhelming, and he even felt several hands roaming over his body.

Qin Hao was somewhat speechless, wondering what this was all about—it felt like he had entered an ancient brothel.

"Ahem, alright, go back to what you were doing."

Fan Ruobing, unable to watch anymore, coughed lightly.

The girls then dispersed; after knowing the price Qin Hao charged for his paintings since yesterday, they all wanted one.

Qin Hao breathed a sigh of relief and approached Fan Ruobing: "President, I need a favor from you."

"Let's talk inside," Fan Ruobing walked into an interior room.

This room was her private studio, as it sometimes got too noisy outside, which would affect her.

The studio was not too small, at about twenty to thirty square meters.

Fan Ruobing, with delicate features and a tall figure, was approximately one meter sixty-eight, with long, straight thighs.

She wore a T-shirt and ultra-short hot pants, her fair thighs exposed to the air, and her face bore an ice-cold expression that kept people at a distance.

She must be what people often refer to as the aloof goddess, right?

Qin Hao thought she was very pretty and would be even better if she smiled more.

Since he was now sitting across from Fan Ruobing, it felt like facing a glacier, as if the temperature in the room had dropped significantly.

Fan Ruobing's tone carried a chill, "What is it that you need, student Qin Hao?"

Qin Hao: "President, I heard you're the chairperson of the student council. Our class president wants to join the student council, but Mr. Liu from the external affairs department wants to take advantage of her and won't let her join otherwise."

Fan Ruobing frowned at his words, "There's such a matter? I'll handle it."

Qin Hao: "Can my classmate still join the student council then? She is our class president, has good grades, and is excellent in many ways."

Fan Ruobing answered definitively, "If she is as outstanding as you say, there definitely won't be a problem."

"That's good to hear, then I'll head back first, President." After saying this, Qin Hao stood up to leave.

"Wait!"

Qin Hao turned to look at her, "Is there something else, President?"

"Teach me to paint." Fan Ruobing's eyes were fixed on him, her tone mild but with an undeniable firmness.

Qin Hao awkwardly said, "President, I don't really know how to paint, let alone teach others."

Ruobing said, "That excuse is terrible, I don't agree."

...

After thinking for a moment, Qin Hao said, "President, I am quite busy and don't have much time."

Ruobing responded, "No worries, I won't take up too much of your time, just one hour a day from six to seven in the evening. How about that?"

Qin Hao wanted to refuse, but he was a bit worried about Ning Yao's matter.

Ruobing said, "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as a yes. I'll wait for you here at six in the afternoon."

What do you mean I agreed? This is way too overbearing.

He wanted to say something else, but upon seeing Ruobing's cold expression, he swallowed his words.

Anyway, I didn't agree, I just won't show up then.

Qin Hao said, "President, if I don't have time, I won't come, but if I do, I'll definitely come."

After finishing his words, he left the studio. The women here overwhelmed him; they were either overly enthusiastic or cold as ice!

It was truly a torment.

He couldn't even imagine the scene of teaching Ruobing how to paint, her cold expression could freeze someone to death. How could he teach?

He would just find an excuse not to show up when the time comes, Qin Hao thought to himself.

After leaving the painting club, Qin Hao received a phone call from Kang Youyi.

Kang Youyi said, "Hao, the auxiliary formulas for the duck neck and duck wings have been signed for and received in Jianghai City."

Qin Hao replied, "I know, have you guys begun selling them onsite?"

Kang Youyi replied, "They started going on sale at ten stores this noon, Jiangshan Duck Neck and Jiangshan Duck Wings; we are now branding under Jiangshan."

Qin Hao nodded slightly, "How much wine can the distillery produce in a month now?"

Kang Youyi said, "Tens of thousands of bottles, I'm not sure about the exact figure. Hao, do you want the distillery to slow down production?

Right now, grains and various auxiliary materials are a huge expense, not to mention labor costs, packaging fees, machine wear and tear, and so on."

Qin Hao said, "No, if Mr. An's side lacks funds, transfer some from your end to his.

We absolutely cannot delay the production. How many bottles have been produced in the factory now?"

Kang Youyi nodded, "There are more than five thousand bottles, each holding 250 milliliters."

Qin Hao asked, "How long will Mr. An's new wine tasting session last?"

"About three days."

Qin Hao said, "After the wine tasting session is over, start stocking them at various roasted duck stores, and have the salespeople promote our wine as well. Include this in their performance."

Fatty said, "Hao, is the unit price still 45? I've tasted our wine and it can match Dayuan Group's high-end wine that costs hundreds per bottle.

The most important thing is that our wine has the effects of strengthening the body, loosening the muscles, and nourishing the body.

This is no longer just wine; it's a health supplement."
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Qin Hao said, "This isn't a health product, I think this should be called real wine.

Those that deplete the body and cause diseases aren't wine; they are slow poisons produced by capitalists to make huge profits."

He said this because his grandfather had died of liver cirrhosis.

Qin Hao's grandfather liked to drink, and he usually drank relatively cheap liquor.

His grandfather wasn't a heavy drinker; he just drank a little each day to relieve fatigue, little knowing this was like quenching thirst with poison!

As chronic exposure built up over time, it developed into a serious illness and finally exploded.

Qin Hao was not saying there were no good domestic spirits; many big brands had excellent high-end liquors.

It's just that good, affordable liquors accessible to the average consumer were few and far between.

What he now wanted to do was make Xinghui Wine well-known, so everyone could drink healthy liquor.