Rebirth: My Home Has Become a Gathering Place for Young Women with a "Crazy" Spirit

The next day, at 6:30 pm, Qin Lang changed his clothes. He wore a dark gray casual suit jacket over a black crew neck T-shirt, slim-fitting black trousers, and a pair of clean white sneakers.

He stood in front of the mirror in the living room and looked at himself. He was 1.8 meters tall with well-defined features. In a word: He was damn handsome!

"Tsk tsk... Brother Lang, with your looks you could easily make a living off your face, but you insist on relying on your talent, what a pity..." Su Yue, who was playing games on her phone next to Qin Lang, clicked her tongue and said with a regretful look after seeing Qin Lang's outfit.

Qin Lang raised an eyebrow at his reflection in the mirror and said with a smile, "How many years can you make a living off your looks? Besides, it's bad for your health and kidneys."

Hearing this, Ruan Zhihuan, who was munching on potato chips on the sofa next to him, looked up, her eyes sparkling, and leaned closer: "Where is Qin Lang going tonight? He's dressed so nicely, is he going on a date?"

As she said this, Ruan Zhihuan secretly glanced at Xu Han, who was reading a novel in the bedroom. Xu Han, however, did not react at all.

Qin Lang picked up his phone from the coffee table, his voice rising a few octaves: "It's not a date. I'm going to a cocktail party to meet some influential people."

"A cocktail party?" Su Yue immediately put down her phone, grabbed his arm and shook it. "Brother Lang, take me with you! I promise I won't cause any trouble, I can just help you serve you drinks and water!"

Qin Lang smiled helplessly, pried her hands away, and said, "This occasion isn't suitable for you. I'll take you next time."

The phone rang, and Wu Yong sent a text message: "Be there at 7 o'clock. I'll be waiting for you in the lobby on the second floor."

Qin Lang replied with a single word: "Okay."

After hailing a taxi, Qin Lang gave the address of the Kinglton Hotel.

The driver, a man in his fifties, glanced at the man in the rearview mirror, a hint of jealousy flashing in his eyes, and said, "Young man, you're quite promising. People who can afford to eat at Kingdon are not ordinary people."

"I'm a waiter there," Qin Lang said with a smile.

"Oh. Well, you've had a tough time too." At this moment, the driver smiled sincerely, stepped on the gas, and the car merged into the evening rush hour traffic.

When Qin Lang arrived at Kingdon, he discovered that the party was much more extravagant than he had imagined.

The fountain plaza in front of the hotel's main entrance was filled with luxury cars. Mercedes-Benz and BMW were the lowest trim levels, while Maybachs, Porsches, and Maseratis were everywhere. There was even a Rolls-Royce Phantom with out-of-town license plates, its body gleaming like a mirror.

Four security guards in black suits stood at the entrance, with walkie-talkies on their waists and earpieces in their ears.

Qin Lang walked up the steps and was about to enter when a security guard stopped him. "Sir, please show your invitation."

Qin Lang was taken aback; Wu Yong hadn't mentioned the invitation on the phone. He was about to call Wu Yong when a voice came from behind him.

"Hey, who's this? What are you doing blocking the way?"

Qin Lang turned his head and saw three people walking towards the door. The one walking in front was a young man of similar age to him, wearing a dark blue suit, with his hair neatly combed and a dismissive expression on his face.

He was followed by a man and a woman. The man was in his early thirties, wearing a black suit and gold-rimmed glasses, and looked like an assistant. The woman was in her late twenties, wearing a burgundy dress, with exquisite makeup, carrying a Hermès bag, and her high heels clicked loudly on the marble floor as she walked.

"Are you here to apply for a waiter position?" The young man walked up to Qin Lang, looked him up and down, his gaze lingering on Qin Lang's cheap suit for a couple of seconds. A mocking smile appeared on his lips. "The waiter entrance is at the back door. You've come to the wrong place."

The woman behind him covered her mouth and chuckled, but the bespectacled assistant seemed not to hear anything and pushed up his glasses expressionlessly.

Qin Lang glanced at him but didn't speak. He'd seen too many scenes like this. In his past life, he'd frequented all sorts of drinking parties and banquets; what kind of monsters and demons hadn't he seen? People who judge others' identities by their clothes belong to a category of people with a relatively low level of understanding, just like people who judge the quality of a book solely by its cover.

This person doesn't seem to be mentally challenged, so why would they do something so brainless?

But Wu Yong had invited him today, and Qin Lang didn't want to cause trouble. He took out his phone, dialed Wu Yong's number, and said, "Brother Yong, I'm at the hotel entrance. I can't get in without an invitation."

Wu Yong's voice came through the phone immediately, tinged with apology, "Oh dear! My oversight. Wait a moment, I'll come down and get you."

Qin Lang hung up the phone and stepped aside to make way for the three people. But the young man didn't seem to intend to leave just like that. After all, their sense of superiority could only be demonstrated by comparing themselves to ordinary people like Qin Lang.

"Wait a minute." The young man called out to him, his tone forceful and leaving no room for argument. "The 'Brother Yong' you just mentioned, is it Wu Yong?"

Qin Lang turned his head and replied expressionlessly, "You know him?"

"Tch!" The young man laughed, his face carrying a dismissive air of "nothing special." He took a step forward, getting closer to Qin Lang. "Of course I know him. Wu Yong was my dad's former subordinate. You're with him? Then you should know who I am."

"I don't know," Qin Lang said honestly.

The young man's smile froze for a moment, then quickly returned to normal, and he said arrogantly, "My name is Zhao Zhiheng. My father is Zhao Xiangcheng, the chairman of Xiangcheng Industrial. You've heard of Xiangcheng Industrial, right?"

As he spoke, Zhao Zhiheng confidently extended his right hand, waiting for Qin Lang to come over and shake his hand with a bow and scrape.

Qin Lang had certainly heard of Xiangcheng Industrial. It was one of the largest private enterprises in Liaobei City, mainly engaged in real estate and building materials, a local powerhouse in the city. Qin Lang had seen the name Zhao Xiangcheng many times in the news in his previous life; he was later investigated and imprisoned for involvement in land bribery and illegal fundraising. However, that was several years later.

The Zhao family is currently at the height of its power and influence.

"Hello." Upon hearing this title, Qin Lang remained calm and simply nodded without shaking hands.

Zhao Ziheng's hand hovered in mid-air, his expression shifting from arrogance to surprise, and then to a displeased feeling of being "offended." He hadn't encountered anyone who dared to refuse to shake his hand in a long time, especially not in this small corner of Liaobei.

The woman behind him glanced at Qin Lang a couple more times, her expression subtly changing. The bespectacled assistant remained expressionless, his right hand already in his suit pocket, ready to pull out his phone at any moment to call for backup.

At that moment, the hotel door was pushed open from the inside. Wu Yong strode out, wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top button undone at the collar. A peculiar alertness gleamed in his eyes.