Chapter 369: Arriving at the Port

Yang Qing snorted and then said nothing.

The driver was half‑believing, half‑doubting, and gave up the idea of finding someone to teach him a lesson.

Instead, only after he finished delivering the goods did he shake Yang Qing awake and then bring him to the phone booth.

The driver gestured for him to show it.

Yang Qing took out a cigarette, lit it, and then looked at him.

The driver, confused, had to remind him.

"Big shot, the phone."

Yang Qing exhaled a smoke ring.

"Do you look like someone who needs to bring money?"

"Say you're not conspicuous, yet you're not convinced—hurry up and insert the coins."

The driver had never seen such a shameless person, and angrily threw in two coins.

Only then did Yang Qing pick up the phone and dial the number Long Wu had given him.

The person who answered was a woman.

"Hello, this is the Yang residence."

And the Yang residence, putting on such an act, almost made him think he had arrived in ancient times.

"I'm looking for Yang Rong; have him pick up the phone."

(On the other end.)

"Hello, may I ask what you need?"

Yang Qing replied irritably.

"That old coot summoned me over; the young master has come, so let him carry me back in an eight‑person sedan."

From the other end came another woman's trembling voice, asking:

"Who are you?"

Yang Qing replied arrogantly and annoyed.

"Who are you? Put Yang Rong on the phone."

The woman's voice came again.

"Is that Qing'er?"

Upon hearing that voice, Yang Qing thought of a possibility.

Feeling embarrassed, he wondered how the woman on the other end should address herself.

Call her "Mom"? That would feel awkward.

"Hmm, I'm Yang Qing."

"Qing'er, I'm your mother."

"Ah……"

"It's just Mom—why get so worked up?"

"It's not even my mother."

"Child, where are you? I'll come pick you up right away."

Yang Qing glanced back at the driver.

"Where is this?"

The truck driver reported a place name.

Yang Qing relayed it.

Afterwards Yang Qing hung up.

He felt that waiting for them to arrive would take a while.

Yang Qing then dragged the constipated‑looking driver to a tea restaurant.

After ordering a bunch of food, Yang Qing began eating happily.

The driver watched Yang Qing chew slowly and carefully.

"Big brother, are you sure someone's coming to pick you up? Will you pay me?"

Yang Qing kept his head down, eating, ignoring him.

The driver felt uneasy, thinking that all this eating and taking was delaying his work—was he just being played?

"Big brother……"

Yang Qing lifted his head and glared at him fiercely.

Only then did the driver shut his mouth.

After Yang Qing had almost finished eating, he wiped his mouth and said:

"With your cluelessness, you couldn't even keep up with eating hot feces."

"I'm about to shove food into your mouth, yet you're still muttering here."

"Your noise is giving me a headache."

"What, do you want me to chew it up and feed you mouth‑to‑mouth?"

"Just a little money, and you're haggling over it here."

"You look like you've never seen the world, making it feel like I'm sitting with an idiot."

He took off his watch and threw it to him.

"Take it, you can go now."

The driver, having been scolded, felt much better—this feeling was right, so it must be true.

He licked his face, moved closer, and put the watch back on Yang Qing.

"Big brother, big brother, I'm unsophisticated; being magnanimous, please forgive me this time."

"Big brother, would you like a pot of tea to aid digestion?"

"Old class, a pot of Biluochun."

Yang Qing then showed a smile.

"It's not hopeless yet."

"Go get me some more newspapers to kill time."

The driver, a lackey, went to buy newspapers.

Yang Qing held the tea and drank it leisurely.

Soon, the newspapers arrived.

Yang Qing began to look at them.

Now Gangdao is in the midst of a banking crisis, with many banks collapsing.

Hang Seng is also up for sale.

The newspapers are full of negative news.

The newspapers now use traditional characters, making it strenuous for Yang Qing to read.

Moreover, the wording and sentence usage in Gangdao differ from the mainland, further increasing his difficulty in comprehension.

Yang Qing flipped through for a while before he could adapt to Gangdao's reading habits.

Due to his unfamiliarity with Gangdao, he couldn't find a way to make money from the newspapers.

Here competition is rife; it's not that a naive newcomer like him can figure things out just upon arrival.

In the afternoon, around three or four o'clock.

Just as Yang Qing was feeling drowsy, a group of people approached.

"Excuse me, is Yang Qing here?"

The driver, whose patience was nearly exhausted, jumped up.

"Big boss, big boss, are you looking for you?"

The person who had come over asked again.

"May I ask if Yang Qing is here?"

The restaurant owner looked toward Yang Qing.

Yang Qing turned his head to look at the approaching black-clad bodyguards.

"I am Yang Qing; are you Yang Rong's people?"

Ahui frowned slightly, then spoke outward.

"Madam, the young master is inside."

Zhao Man Ting broke into a sweat, having searched the vicinity for half an hour.

Upon hearing the bodyguards' words, she ran inside.

By then, Yang Qing had already stood up.

Seeing a dignified woman, she rushed over anxiously and joyfully.

This startled him.

"Qing'er?"

Zhao Man Ting's eyes welled with tears as she gripped Yang Qing's arms tightly.

Yang Qing felt nothing, merely nodding lightly.

"It's me."

"You're my mother? Looking at your complexion and attire, you're doing quite well."

Zhao Man Ting felt a pang in her heart, still thinking Yang Qing was mocking her.

"Qing'er, Mom is sorry to you."

Yang Qing raised his hand to stop her.

"It's fine, no need."

"First settle the fare; they've been waiting all day."

Zhao Man Ting waved her hand; the girl behind her walked over to the driver and said coldly.

"How much?"

Yang Qing stared at him and said coldly.

"Show me a better attitude; those who help me deserve at least some respect."

"How are you people brought up? You have no quality."

Aling was so angry she couldn't stand it; if it weren't for him being Yang Qing, she would have already slapped him.

Zhao Man Ting coughed once, signaling Aling not to provoke her son.

Aling then forced out a smile.

"Brother, may I ask how much I should pay you?"

Yang Qing again replied irritably.

"Give him two thousand; it's not generous at all—does this even need to be asked?"

Aling felt another bout of chest pain from anger.

She looked at Zhao Man Ting.

Zhao Man Ting nodded.

Listen to Qing'er's.

The woman called Aling only then took out two thousand dollars and handed it to the driver.

The driver really really didn't expect that he could get so much money.

You have to know, at this time an ordinary worker makes only about one or two hundred a month, and a slightly better job only about three hundred.

Two thousand is truly a huge sum.

After seeing the money, the driver's mind became much more active; he didn't go to take the money, but instead went up to Yang Qing, bowing low.

"Young master, can I follow you?"

Yang Qing shook his head.

"Take the money and go; opportunities aren't always available."

"Once lost, it's lost."

"The most important thing for a man is to be responsible for his own actions."

"Don't let others look down on you."

Upon hearing that, the driver's face filled with regret; he regretted missing the opportunity.

If he can't make it in this lifetime, he might regret it for the rest of his life.

Yang Qing, this PUA master, this pretentious jerk, a deadly trap.