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

When Wu Yong saw Qin Lang and Zhao Zhiheng facing off, he paused for a moment, then quickened his pace and walked over.

"Zhiheng, you're here too." Wu Yong smiled at Zhao Zhiheng first, then turned to Qin Lang, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Little Qin, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting at the door."

Seemingly ordinary, Wu Yong's change in how he addressed the two was actually quite subtle. Calling him "Zhiheng" showed the intimacy of an elder towards a younger person, while calling him "Xiao Qin" implied equality and even a hint of flattery. Having been in the system for so many years, Wu Yong had long since ingrained this sense of propriety into his very bones.

Zhao Zhiheng clearly noticed this as well. His brows furrowed slightly, but he quickly relaxed and said with a smile, "Brother Yong, is this your friend? I'm so sorry, I thought he was here to apply for a waiter position. I almost misunderstood."

He said he was sorry, but he deliberately emphasized the word "misunderstanding" very softly. Everyone could tell that he wasn't apologizing, but testing the waters.

Wu Yong glanced at Qin Lang, then said to Zhao Zhiheng, "Zhiheng, let me introduce you. This is Qin Lang, who works in cultural media. He's young and promising." He then turned to Qin Lang, "Little Qin, this is Zhao Zhiheng, the son of General Manager Zhao of Xiangcheng Industry. You're about the same age, so you can get to know each other better in the future."

"Cultural media?" Zhao Zhiheng repeated the words, a smile playing on his lips. "The kind that does live-streaming e-commerce? Or the kind that involves making short videos and performing for money?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Lang remained calm and replied in a neutral tone, "Yes, we do. If Young Master Zhao has any needs in this regard, you can contact me for cooperation."

"Looking to collaborate with you?" Zhao Zhiheng laughed, and it was a very arrogant laugh. "Brother, even a small project I handle generates millions in revenue. You want me to collaborate with you? Do you think you can handle this piece of the pie?"

"Hehe... I have very good teeth." Qin Lang changed the subject and said, "However, I have a problem, which is that I'm a picky eater."

Zhao Zhiheng's smile froze again. This time, even his bespectacled assistant couldn't help but let his lips twitch slightly. The woman in the burgundy dress, however, smiled, a meaningful smile, and she glanced at Qin Lang again.

Wu Yong chimed in at the opportune moment, "Alright, alright, stop standing at the door, let's go inside and talk. Zhiheng, has your dad arrived yet?"

"We've arrived. He's upstairs chatting with Uncle Zhou." Zhao Zhiheng withdrew his gaze, giving Qin Lang a meaningful look one last time. Then, he led his assistant and the woman into the lobby.

Watching their retreating figures, Wu Yong lowered his voice and said to Qin Lang, "Zhao Zhiheng is a bit narrow-minded. You offended him with those two sentences you just said."

"I know," Qin Lang said with an indifferent expression.

"and you……"

"Brother Yong," Qin Lang interrupted him, turning to look at him calmly, "You invited me to this party precisely to see what kind of person I am, right?"

Wu Yong paused for a moment, then laughed, "You kid, you don't seem like an ordinary college student."

He then shook his head, put his arm around Qin Lang's shoulder, and said, "Let's go inside and talk."

The top floor of the Kingdon Hotel features a ballroom with a ceiling height exceeding six meters, and floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides offering panoramic views of Liaobei City's nightscape. Three enormous crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting dappled light onto the white tablecloths and silver cutlery.

The banquet hall was already quite full, with people chatting in small groups. Most of the men were dressed in dark suits, with a few old-fashioned men in Zhongshan suits, while the women were vying for attention with their various evening gowns and long dresses, a dazzling sight to behold.

As Qin Lang followed Wu Yong in, several pairs of eyes swept over him. Most people looked at him for less than a second before looking away; after all, in this kind of setting, a young man in a "cheap suit" wasn't really worth paying attention to.

However, Zhao Zhiheng, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the east side of the banquet hall, was holding a glass of champagne and talking to a middle-aged man in his forties next to him. When he saw Qin Lang come in, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly and he winked at the man next to him.

There was another person, an elderly man with gray hair but a vigorous spirit, sitting at a round table in the center of the banquet hall, slowly sipping tea. His gaze had followed Qin Lang from the moment he entered the room.

Wu Yong led Qin Lang around the banquet hall, introducing him to seven or eight people. Some were real estate developers, others were import/export traders.

Another one was the deputy director of the Culture and Tourism Bureau, surnamed Sun. He was a middle-aged man with thinning hair, who had a kind smile, but his eyes held an undeniable shrewdness.

"Xiao Qin, you make short videos?" Deputy Director Sun became interested after hearing Wu Yong's introduction. "The cultural tourism sector is currently undergoing a digital upgrade. The city has a project to promote the city's image on short video platforms, with a budget of about three million yuan. Are you interested?"

Before Qin Lang could speak, Wu Yong interjected, "Old Sun, don't dig a hole here. Qin's studio is just starting out. Your project is too complicated for him to handle."

"Old Wu, you're really protecting your own," Deputy Director Sun laughed heartily, then added, "Alright, alright, I won't say anymore. I'll contact you again if there are any suitable small projects later."

After saying that, he raised his glass to Qin Lang and turned to chat with others.

Wu Yong pulled Qin Lang to a relatively quiet corner and said in a low voice, "Don't be fooled by that old Sun's three million. His cultural tourism project budget looks high, but after deducting the cuts for various people, the actual amount that actually reaches the execution level is at most 500,000. If you take it, you won't get much if you do it well, and if you mess it up, you'll take all the blame."

Qin Lang nodded and said with a smile, "I know."

"And you know..." Wu Yong glanced at him, hesitated, and finally just smiled, "You little rascal, you're really interesting."

Qin Lang smiled and was about to say something when a voice came from behind him.

"Old Wu, I've been looking for you for ages, turns out you're here."

The two turned around and stood in front of them a man in his early forties, wearing a dark blue Zhongshan suit, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and slightly thick lips. He gave off a kind and honest impression.

When Qin Lang saw this person, his pupils contracted slightly. Although he had never met this person before, he was not unfamiliar with him.

In his previous life, when he became friends with Wu Yong, Wu Yong cursed this person countless times and also showed Qin Lang a picture of this person. As a result, although Qin Lang had never seen this person in person, he felt that he was very familiar with him.

That's right, the man with the honest and simple smile, who looks like a simple farmer, is Shen Jie, the one who almost got Wu Yong imprisoned in his previous life.