Chapter 129: Unexpected Check-in Task

Skateboarding, like skiing, is a sport involving standing on a board, both derived from surfboards.

The difference is that surfing is in the sea, skiing is on snow, and skateboarding is on land—only the surface beneath the board varies.

Just as skiing skills are not singular, the skateboarding skill system grants abilities that are multifaceted.

In his skill list, there are double-kick skateboards, longboards, fishboards, land surfboards, downhill boards, freestyle boards, and more—varied and numerous.

He can now ride any wheeled board on land, pull off flashy tricks, and is very good at it.

He accepts all skills granted by the system without refusal. Moreover, this task was far too easy—who cares if the skill is good or not? More skills never weigh you down; there's always a time when they'll come in handy.

In a good mood, Qin Yun turned and walked back into the Forbidden City.

It was nearly five o'clock; the crowds in the Forbidden City had thinned out.

"Jerry!"

As Qin Yun passed the Yujing Pavilion, a frantic shout came from afar, followed by a figure rushing toward him.

He lightly extended his hand to block—unmoved. The other person cried "Ah!" and toppled backward. Seeing this, Qin Yun moved instantly, his right hand catching the woman's back.

It was a foreign middle-aged woman, her face filled with anxiety.

"Sorry, you okay?"

"It's ok, sorry."

She hurried to leave, accompanied by a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old girl with golden hair and blue eyes, as cute as a porcelain doll.

But after only two steps, she seemed to remember something, stopped, and turned to look at Qin Yun's work badge hanging on his chest.

"I'm sorry, are you staff? I need help."

Qin Yun glanced at his badge and nodded: "Yes, I am. How can I help you?"

"My child is lost. He just passed through this gate, and I've waited a long time without him returning."

"What's your name, and your child's? Don't worry—here, your child is certainly safe. I'll contact staff to help search together," Qin Yun quickly reassured her.

"I'm Catherine. My son is Robert. This is my daughter, Sasha."

"I know you're anxious, but don't panic," Qin Yun said, pulling out his phone and immediately calling Yang Yanqiu, then explaining the situation. Yang Yanqiu immediately acknowledged and called the on-site staff.

"Catherine, I've notified people to search. If you're anxious, I can accompany you to look around—the child can't have gone far. Don't worry; no one here would harm a child."

"Thank you."

Catherine, too preoccupied to exchange pleasantries, expressed her thanks, then grabbed Sasha's hand and hurried through the archway, searching and calling out.

"Jerry! Where are you?"

Qin Yun also called out twice, then suddenly tensed his ears—he looked sharply upward toward the high point of the Yujing Pavilion and froze in shock.

"Holy shit!"

On a protruding boulder atop the rockery, a golden-haired, blue-eyed foreign boy was dangling.

Catherine also heard Qin Yun's shout and turned instantly—when she saw the boy, her face turned deathly pale, and she swayed, nearly fainting.

"Jerry!"

Qin Yun didn't know how the boy got up the Xiushan Rockery—had the supervising staff been absent? Had the boy slipped up unnoticed?

None of that mattered now. He sprinted to the base of the rockery, observed briefly, then moved instantly.

At once, many tourists were startled and gathered around, bursting into cries of alarm.

The boy's upper body hung over the rock, one hand gripping a crack with all his strength, the other flailing wildly, his mouth gasping out halting Chinese: "Jiuming… Jiuming…"

Perhaps hearing Catherine's voice, he looked down—and tears streamed instantly from his eyes.

"Mom, help me."

Qin Yun assessed the rockery's structure—it was as easy as flat ground to him—but he had to consider whether the rockery could bear weight. If he climbed up and it cracked, he'd be ruined—he'd spend his life working here to pay off the debt.

Just then, a gust of wind blew—the boy swayed violently, his small hand lost strength, and his body plunged downward.

"Jerry!" Catherine screamed, terrified, lunging to catch him—but below the protruding rock was another, even more prominent ledge.

As the boy was about to smash into the stone, a figure shot out like an arrow released from a bow.

Qin Yun moved like lightning, kicking off the side with one foot, launching himself into the air. In the instant he cleared the protruding rock, his hands landed beneath the boy, then he twisted his body violently, redirecting the impact point away from the stone.

Then, with a surge of force from his hands and his left foot landing firmly on a thick-looking part of the rockery, he dared not push—he dropped sharply, using the downward momentum as a buffer, then leapt outward, landing lightly with the boy on the flat ground of the Yujing Pavilion.

As soon as he landed, Qin Yun glanced at the rockery—no movement. He exhaled in relief.

Damn it—if this thing had cracked, I'd better flee the country.

The onlookers erupted into applause and cheers. Catherine dragged Sasha through the crowd, snatched Jerry from Qin Yun's arms, and hugged him tightly.

Only now, seeing his mother's face, did the boy snap back to awareness—but the moment he did, a slap came down hard.

"Slap!"

Tourists winced and quickly scattered.

Qin Yun rubbed his nose, watching Catherine scold Jerry, winked at Sasha beside him, and turned to leave.

But before he could move, Catherine hurriedly said: "Please wait."

Qin Yun looked at her—her face filled with gratitude. He waved his hand and said in fluent English: "As long as the child's safe, that's enough. Don't hit too hard—just teach him a lesson."

Catherine smiled, then solemnly thanked him: "Thank you so much—if not for you, my Jerry would have been hurt. I don't even know your name."

"I'm Qin Yun. According to your foreign custom, you can call me Qin."

They shook hands. No sooner had they let go than a small hand reached out beside them.

"I'm Sasha Smith."

Qin Yun knelt down, took her small hand: "Hello, Sasha."

"I'm Jerr—"

"Shut up. You're nothing," Catherine barked, instantly making Jerry lower his head and cry.

Qin Yun wanted to laugh, but held it in.

Even foreigners hit their kids—didn't the internet say foreign children have human rights? Hit them and the police arrest the parents? Oh, this is China, so it's fine.

Perhaps Catherine had been infected by the Chinese atmosphere and learned that parents can also give their children loving slaps.

Catherine held onto Qin Yun, refusing to let him go, insisting he join her for dinner to properly express her gratitude.

Seeing he couldn't refuse, and since he had nothing else to do, Qin Yun agreed.

……

Scorpion Prince's Mansion!

"Qin, do you know Chinese kung fu?"

Jerry, revived and full of curiosity, insisted on sitting right next to Qin Yun.

Qin Yun nodded: "Yeah, I know Chinese kung fu—otherwise how could I have saved you?"

"Wow!" Jerry's face lit up with admiration. "You're so awesome! I want to learn Chinese kung fu too, so no one will bully me at school."

Sasha rolled her eyes across from them, the girl sneering: "I don't know Chinese kung fu, yet no one bullies me—you're just too weak."

"I'm not! They're just too strong."

"You don't eat vegetables."

"..."

The brother and sister began arguing, only stopping when Catherine flew into a rage.

"Catherine, how come you're out with two kids by yourself?"

Catherine shrugged: "Ever since my divorce, I've been raising them alone. I'm used to it."

Do foreigners really have such high divorce rates?

Qin Yun didn't press further; the two began chatting casually.

As they chatted, the conversation turned to work.

"I work for Red Bull—I'm the Asia-Pacific Content Director for Red Bull Media House. This trip to China was a rare chance to bring them along; I never have time otherwise."

Hearing Catherine's job, Qin Yun immediately became interested.

"Do you handle Red Bull's extreme sports sponsorships and events?"

Catherine shook her head: "Those are handled by the Sports Marketing Department. I'm in Content—we work together. They handle sponsorships and events; we handle content production."

Qin Yun's mind stirred—he thought of his own sponsor.

Currently, his contracted sponsors are DJI and Casio. But Red Bull fits him better—those two words alone represent extreme sports.

There's a saying: you risk your life, I'll pay.

As long as you're extreme enough, you don't have to worry about money—Red Bull will take care of it.

"Catherine, does your company sign sponsorship contracts with individuals?"

Catherine looked puzzled but nodded: "Yes, many extreme athletes worldwide have contracts with us."

Qin Yun pulled out his phone, opened Douyin, went to his homepage, and pushed the video of his Yumiao Peak stunt toward Catherine: "How much do you think this is worth for a Red Bull sponsorship per year?"

Catherine froze for a moment, then quickly became absorbed in the video's content.

Though she didn't understand what Qin Yun was saying, the person in the video was unmistakably him—it surprised her. She never imagined the man who saved her son was an extreme athlete.

Catherine scrolled through the video, then opened others, skimming them one by one—she was genuinely astonished.

He wasn't just playing around—he was a true expert.

"Qin, you're incredible. You should definitely sign up for the China selection of Survive the Wild. I'm sure you'd pass easily."

Qin Yun's expression turned strange. He tapped his phone twice, and the silhouette poster appeared.

Catherine glanced at it once and understood immediately.

"Haha, I knew it! With your skills, how could you not pass? I'm sure you'll win the championship in Survive the Wild."

"Thanks for the good wishes."

Catherine handed the phone back to Qin Yun and continued: "Based on your videos, I think you're fully qualified for a Red Bull A-level contract."

"A-level contract?" Qin Yun frowned.

Catherine explained: "Red Bull's individual contracts have three tiers: A, B, and C. C-level: $150,000 per year, with at least five extreme sports events annually. B-level: $300,000 per year, with at least three Red Bull events annually. A-level: $500,000, no requirements."

"No requirements?" Qin Yun asked, puzzled. "So you could sign and do nothing at all?"

"Exactly," Catherine smiled. "But $500,000 is nothing to Red Bull—it's just that the person would be completely ruined in the community."

Qin Yun instantly understood.

"Qin, I saw you already have sponsors in your videos—how much do they pay you? I'll try to negotiate a higher rate for you."

Catherine meant it sincerely—not just because of Qin Yun's excellence in extreme sports, but because he saved her son.

"About 200,000 RMB per video!!"

Qin Yun didn't hide anything—he mentioned his annual contracts with Casio and DJI too, though only gave rough figures, no details.

"I understand. I'll make sure this happens, Qin."

"Thanks."

"I should be thanking you."

Qin Yun smiled, about to speak—when the system suddenly reacted again:

【Publish check-in task: Complete extreme longboard downhill with peak speed reaching 140 km/h to complete check-in】