Chapter 370: with translation of chapter title

Following Zhao Man Ting back home, Yang Qing started picking and choosing again.

"I still thought you all have been doing so well all these years, but I don't think it's that great."

"Living in this shabby place of Causeway Bay, you don't even mind the drop in value."

The sarcasm was overflowing.

Aling could no longer hold back.

"Young master, you're so impressive; you even look down on Causeway Bay. So where are you holding a high position now?"

Zhao Man Ting tugged Aling a bit, scolding her for being outspoken.

Yang Qing, however, looked at Aling with keen interest, a wicked grin on his face, and the person he stared at felt the hair on their scalp go numb.

Aling's earlier aura instantly dissipated; her eyes flickered, unwilling to meet Yang Qing's gaze.

Zhao Man Ting, however, grew more satisfied as she looked at her child, and her guilt deepened.

Without undergoing hardships, where does such a penetrating gaze come from?

"Qing'er, we saved a nice room for you, right upstairs."

"I'll take you up, have a good wash, and get some sleep."

"The whole way here must have exhausted you."

One shouldn't strike a smiling person, let alone one's own mother; no matter how awkward or angry he is, he really can't do anything to his mother.

"Hmm, the old man is quite busy, and I've just gotten home; I can't even see a single silhouette of anyone."

Zhao Man Ting gave a forced smile.

"Your father has important matters today, so I didn't tell him."

Didn't tell?

Yang Qing lifted his leg and headed upstairs; whatever the truth is, he really doesn't care, after all there's no feeling involved.

He was just being arrogant because of their child's status, trying to seize a bit of initiative.

Yang Qing looked around, but didn't spot anyone else.

These two have been together so long; they wouldn't have failed to produce even a child, would they?

The villa has a somewhat European style; it was probably bought from some Yinglian person.

Yang Qing walked straight into his own room and closed the door.

Zhao Man Ting was locked out, but didn't get angry; instead she hurried to the study.

She, angry, dialed the phone.

"Speak to Yang Rong."

After a while, someone on the other end answered.

Yang Rong understood what Zhao Man Ting's call meant, but he really does have something to do.

When you get to Gangdao and are unfamiliar with life, you must work hard.

Moreover, the set of skills I'm good at doesn't work that well here.

My network is almost gone; although old brothers are willing to help, the favor currency thins the more you use it.

If I don't work hard, I'll eventually be despised.

In Gangdao, because of the old thief from Xin Zhu, he still has a bit of face, but it's only a little.

The necessary social obligations still have to be observed.

Now he's drinking tea with a Chaozhou gang big boss; can that kind of face be tossed around so easily?

"Alright, I get it. I'll definitely go back tonight; I really can't get away from here. Stop calling, keep messing around—how will others see me?"

Zhao Man Ting snorted and hung up.

Yang Rong truly can't come back, and the son over here doesn't seem like an easy person to deal with.

Why is being a woman so hard?

Zhao Man Ting opened the safe, took out all the cash inside, totaling over a hundred thousand.

Now that over a hundred thousand in Gangdao is already an astronomical figure; many people can never earn that much in a lifetime.

They spent only about three hundred thousand on this villa.

At this time, villas in Shallow Bay and Deep Bay only cost a few hundred thousand.

Li Chang Jiang bought a Deep Bay villa two years ago, and it only cost a little over three hundred thousand.

Then she opened a drawer, took out a bunch of keys, and placed them together on the money.

Yang Qing slept until it was pitch dark, only getting up around eight or nine o'clock.

He was wearing the pajamas prepared in the house.

He yawned and walked out the bedroom door, heading downstairs.

Zhao Man Ting was sitting in the living room; when she saw Yang Qing come down, she immediately called out.

"Han Mother, the young master is awake, get ready to eat."

"Qing'er, come over and sit."

Yang Qing plopped onto the sofa with a thud and immediately lay down.

Don't blame him for being so arrogant; in Gangdao, not being arrogant makes you easy prey, and at home, not being arrogant would make the couple think he's sensible—everyone knows that being 'sensible' just means he's easy to get rid of.

If you want to seize the initiative, you have to be arrogant.

He has no mind for any fatherly or filial tricks; his wife and children are still in Jingcheng.

Zhao Man Ting, seeing his demeanor, not only didn't get angry but smiled sweetly and came over.

"Qing'er, this is prepared for you."

Yang Qing looked and saw a pile of money and a bunch of keys.

He didn't really care; in Jingcheng the Agricultural Machinery Factory he ran made profits of over a million a year.

You should know that the renminbi is now more valuable than the Hong Kong dollar.

"Where did the old man go?"

"He went to negotiate business."

"Is the family that poor?"

Gah…….

Zhao Man Ting was choked.

"The company still has some."

(Gangdao's underworld, most of it exists in the form of companies or societies; it's not like the movies where they cut people daily—like the Oriental Daily, which was started by drug dealers.)

(Jet Li once judged the underworld boss, saying it famously: the real bosses are the ones who pull the strings behind the industry.)

"Do you need money? Mom still has some gold bars here."

Yang Qing did Household Chores with the money on the table, then slipped it into his own clothing pocket.

The key was hanging on the button.

"These are enough to use."

Zhao Man Ting saw Yang Qing put away the thing she gave, and was overjoyed.

"Qing'er, tomorrow I'll take you around."

"First get familiar with Gangdao, then let your dad give you a venture to play with."

Yang Qing waved his hand.

"No need, tomorrow I want to meet You Bo of He Sheng He; is there someone familiar? Assign a person to come, just take me there."

Zhao Man Ting was a bit surprised.

"You Bo, Qing'er, how did you meet You Bo?"

Yang Qing gave her a displeased glance.

"If it weren't for that letter from you, You Bo would now be my business partner."

Zhao Man Ting looked at Yang Qing in surprise.

"Ah, Qing'er, did we cause you trouble?"

Yang Qing waved his hand.

"Forget it, it's all in the past."

"Just don't delay my matters tomorrow."

Zhao Man Ting's flattery was too obvious, as if she wanted to cling to him.

So after the meal, he ran back to his room.

Watching Yang Qing flee in panic, Zhao Man Ting smiled.

At this moment Aling finally said.

"Madam, you spoil the young master too much."

Zhao Man Ting gave her a sidelong glance.

"What do you know? My son is already formidable."

"Even if I tell you, you won't get it; in the future, show him respect, or don't blame me for not warning you when you get into trouble."

"Flattery is also a strategy; just like with Yang Qing and strangers, what else can you do if you don't flatter?"

"If you flatter vigorously, once the flattery feels good, his inner anger will dissipate."

"Otherwise, this child suffers so many grievances, how can he vent?"

"Being a bit arrogant is fine; that's called having temperament."

"Once the temperament is released, the person is fine."

"Aling knows nothing; this is a parent-child game."