Cosmic-Level Demon God-Chapter 105 - 90: Related Client Xiao Qin, Second Limit Choice (First Update!)_2
Chapter 105: Chapter 90: Related Client Xiao Qin, Second Limit Choice (First Update!)_2
Spending money might not be enough; you need to keep leveraging connections to get it done.
"Who would’ve thought! I’ve become someone with connections!"
Qin Shi tried hard to control his expression, so he wouldn’t appear too obvious and seemed more composed.
"I’ll get it done soon."
Secretary Huo glanced at Qin Shi, thinking:
"With the minister backing him, the Tai’an Metropolitan Area is basically Qin young master’s playground. Progress is sometimes difficult, sometimes easy as pie..."
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As dawn broke, Old Factory Street looked like an elderly person who hadn’t woken up after a whole night of trouble.
Qin Xiao, who had been away, stared blankly at the mess in the huts, looking like a mad Husky had destroyed the place.
Windows shattered, wooden doors bashed in, sofas and chairs toppled over; most importantly, all the electrical appliances in the house were completely gone.
This scene reminded her of bad memories—how her father used to owe gambling debts, and during New Year, collectors would come and smash everything...
"Aunt Zhou, have you seen my younger brother lately? Do you know where he went?"
Qin Xiao hurried to the small convenience store next door.
Aunt Zhou, who usually opened the store early, was murmuring, "Where’s my sausage grill? Something as big as a sausage grill just disappeared." Seeing Qin Xiao in a panic, she quickly comforted her:
"That kid has hardly been home recently. My husband, Old Zhou, said he’s been training with Teacher Liang from Sons and Daughters Ninth Middle School."
Qin Xiao let out a sigh of relief, fearing her brother had gotten involved with ruffians from the neighborhood. Not everyone in Old Factory Street had good intentions; many were engaged in shady businesses and liked to drag students into trouble. freeweɓnovel.cøm
"Did he not come home last night? What’s happened to our house?"
Aunt Zhou sighed and pulled up a long wooden bench for Qin Xiao to sit on:
"It seems there was a gas leak. Lots of community workers came to evacuate residents urgently. Old Zhou and I followed most of the people to the air-raid shelter and camped out for the night.
But some said it was haunted. One person saw his motorcycle ignite and rush out the door, along with the TV, radio, and washing machine. It was really bizarre..."
Qin Xiao was stunned; it sounded like the stories truck drivers shared on long hauls.
Something about accidentally entering a restricted zone, and the induction cooktop coming to life...
"Don’t worry. The Urban Circle news said there were no casualties and interviewed an expert who said it was a large-scale electromagnetic storm causing electrical anomalies."
Aunt Zhou rambled on while holding Qin Xiao, about twenty minutes or so. Still uneasy, Qin Xiao thought about her siblings and then saw little Qin Lan rushing home.
"Big sis, when did you get back?"
Qin Lan was a bit surprised and quickly hugged Qin Xiao’s arm.
"Have you seen second brother? He didn’t seem to come home yesterday."
Qin Xiao shook her head, the worry in her eyes unmistakable.
She had just learned from Aunt Zhou and Qin Lan that Old Factory Street had become chaotic and unsafe recently.
Her younger brother worked various part-time jobs and mingled with different kinds of people.
What if he got bullied or hurt?
"Qin Lan, tidy up the house. I’ll contact some colleagues who might know what’s going on."
Qin Xiao made a quick decision. In her eyes, Qin Shi was a model student who wouldn’t be able to protect himself.
As Qin Xiao was about to grab a steel pipe to investigate with the local ruffians, a car with the Inspection Department’s license plate slowly drove into Baogong Street.
Aunt Zhou’s convenience store was the local information hub, known as the intelligence center of Old Factory Street. People gathered to watch the excitement.
The talkative Mr. Song, who often discussed politics, said first:
"The person in the car must be a big shot! White background and black text, Heng A00001! Could it be the top leader of the Urban Circle inspecting?"
Uncle Zhang, who read the newspaper every day, shook his head:
"No leader sits in the passenger seat. It’s probably a secretary driving someone, seems to be a lower level..."
As Mr. Song and Uncle Zhang discussed, Aunt Zhou suddenly sat up:
"Hey! Xiao, isn’t that your brother?"
Qin Xiao looked in the direction Aunt Zhou pointed and saw a familiar figure.
It had been a while, and Qin Shi seemed taller and more spirited.
But...
Why was her brother sitting in the Urban Circle’s official car?
Seeing the black text on white background license plate, Heng A00001,
she knew it was someone significant!
"Wow! Qin Shi has really made something of himself!"
Mr. Song exclaimed. For old government folks, an administrative jacket and an official car were prestigious symbols.
Like the official robes and sedan chairs of ancient times, it was a privilege people longed for.
"To have the secretary personally send him home, that’s quite a privilege."
Uncle Zhang was also amazed. How did the top leader of the Urban Circle connect with a high schooler from Old Factory Street?
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"Brother Huo, I’ll get off here."
The image Qin Shi projected was that of a shy boy, typical for his age and demeanor.
"Okay, Xiao Qin, can I call you that?"
Secretary Huo’s smile was soothing and gentle, the hallmark of a professional secretary.
"Brother Huo knows you’re in a crucial phase for your college entrance exams. All the procedure documents and reviews, I’ve handled them for you so you can focus on enhancing your Life Force. Sounds good?"
This is the quality of professional secretaries?
So worry-free and comfortable!
Qin Shi couldn’t help but think, no wonder leaders always like having secretaries.
