Chapter 362: President Song, Burial

Translator: VinceStar Editor: PrisMiko

This old man was looking for me just to give me a book? Yang Ming held the blue book with bindings in his hand in confusion.

Was he passing down his own skills? He worded it so nicely, but it’s just a broken book. Just by looking at the quality of the printing, most probably it will be worth three or five yuan in the counterfeit bookstall.

However, the binding method and paper of this book were quite unique. It was similar to the ancient aura, just like the martial arts Jiu Yin Zhen Jing[1] that was common on TV. Is this old man making me a laughing stock? Yang Ming opened the book in his hand. When he opened it, he suddenly felt dizzy. What’s this? Even more so, is it traditional Chinese characters? Handwritten manuscript?

Initially, the traditional Chinese characters weren’t easy to recognize. Moreover, they were written instead of printed. Yang Ming was dizzy looking at it. It took him a while to read the first line’s content while stuttering. Yang Ming found it inexplicable.

Classical Chinese? Although Yang Ming recognized the text above, he simply couldn’t understand the meaning of the words written! This old man shouldn’t be a liar or something like that, right? But it just doesn’t seem that way. The old man didn’t ask for money or anything else. After he had given me the book, he just disappeared. What can he get from me? With his skill, performing street arts will earn more income than a fraud. Moreover, this old man knew my background very well. He shouldn’t be a liar!

But it was strange. Since this old man wasn’t sent by Fang Tian, who sent him here? Judging from the tone of the old man, he obviously had no direct connection with me. Moreover, he mentioned that he was entrusted by someone!

Even Master Fang Tian can’t move him. Who has such a great power to request the old man to look for me? Although Yang Ming was puzzled, he also knew that he wouldn’t be able to find his answer for now.

Since it was quite certain that this old man wasn’t a liar, then this book is most probably genuine. Is it worth the effort purely just to give me a book? In this time and age, the postal service is so developed. He can just give it to a courier company to deliver the item.

Yang Ming put Fang Tian’s medicine bottle in place. Then, he returned to the university with the book with bindings. Of course, Yang Ming didn’t mention anything about this matter to anyone, including Hou Zhenhan. He just mentioned that he came to see a classmate. Fortunately, Hou Zhenhan wasn’t the kind of person who would speak a lot. Although he saw Yang Ming holding a book, he didn’t ask further.

When he returned to university, Hou Zhenhan gave Yang Ming an envelope saying that it contained movie tickets. Yang Ming put it in his book.

It was obviously impossible to go to class now. Yang Ming decided to go to Xiao Qing. Of course, he had no other intention but just to check up on her. Yang Ming came to Xiao Qing’s office in the computer science building. When he was about to knock on the door, he heard a voice inside.

However, Yang Ming didn’t think much about it. He thought it was a teacher who came to talk. So, he knocked on the door directly and there was Xiao Qing’s voice, “Please come in.”

Yang Ming pushed the door open and went in, but he saw a familiar man sitting on the sofa opposite Xiao Qing. It was Song Hang!

On the other hand, Song Hang immediately had a deteriorated facial expression after seeing Yang Ming! He didn’t expect to actually meet Yang Ming here. Last time, he thought that Yang Ming was a fake boyfriend that he didn’t know from where Xiao Qing had gotten him.

“Sister Xiao Qing, this is?” Yang Ming asked if he didn’t know.

“This is President Song of the Huatong Trading Company.” Xiao Qing also deliberately introduced Song Hang as President Song to show some distance.

“Oh, it’s Burial[2]!” Yang Ming looked at Song Hang and extended his hand. He deliberately described “President Song” as “Burial.”

Song Hang apparently heard it, and his mouth sighed coldly. “Director Xiao, is this your hospitality? I’m here on behalf of the Huatong Company to discuss this matter of cooperation. If you have this attitude, then I will leave!”

“President Song, I don’t know what do you mean by our hospitality? I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it.” Xiao Qing deliberately pretended to know nothing.

“What did he call me? He knows it deep down in his heart!” Song Hang glared at Yang Ming as he turned around to leave.

“Burial, I would not send you away.” Yang Ming refused to let him go quickly, so he added another sentence.

“Hmph! Kid, you can’t be too arrogant, or you can easily get hurt.” Song Hang said coldly, then he quickly left Xiao Qing’s office.

“Sister Xiao Qing, why did he come from Hong Kong to Song Jiang? Is he here looking for you?” Yang Ming asked.

“He wasn’t!” Xiao Qing smiled and shook her head, “Yang Ming, you pretty much offended him. There was already a conflict between me and him. At this moment, it seemed that the matter of cooperation must be terminated, too.”

“Cooperation? What the hell is going on? Sister Xiao Qing? Are you blaming me for sending him away?” Yang Ming was stunned. He didn’t expect Song Hang came here to discuss cooperation. He thought he was here to harass Xiao Qing.

“How can I blame you?” Xiao Qing smiled. She said with a little accusatory tone, “But you cared for me, and I’m glad. However, things aren’t like what you think. Our university computer science department wants to buy a batch of experimental equipment. The domestic supplier of this equipment is the Hong Kong Huatong Trading Group. I don’t know how come Song Hang suddenly became the President of Huatong Group’s Song Jiang Branch. This time, he was here to discuss the cooperation with me on behalf of the Huatong Group.”

“What experimental equipment? Must you look for him?” Yang Ming asked.

“En, Huatong Group is the agent of this equipment company in China. If I want to buy equipment, I can only go through them.” Xiao Qing explained.

“Song Hang is the President of Huatong Group’s Song Jiang Branch? Is there such a coincidence?” Yang Ming frowned. Can it be so coincidental?

In fact, things were really coincidental. Song Hang returned to Song Jiang with an intention for Xiao Qing. In his opinion, if some means were used, he wouldn’t need to be afraid that Xiao Qing wouldn’t follow suit. As for the means, he could think about it slowly, but he didn’t expect that before he used his dirty tricks, his opportunity had already come!

The group’s headquarters learned that Song Jiang Industry University had to order a batch of experimental equipment. Song Hang was sent as a representative for the negotiations. When Song Hang got the list from the procurement project team of Song Jiang Industry University, he couldn’t help but laugh! The person in charge of the project team was Xiao Qing!

Song Hang felt that God was helping him! If this opportunity was utilized well, Xiao Qing would probably be conquered by him! Logically speaking in business cooperation, it was generally the buyer’s market whereby the buyer tended to be in control. However, this cooperation wasn’t the case. The equipment that Xiao Qing wanted to purchase was exclusively under the agency of the Huatong Group, and other companies had no other similar equipment to sell! Therefore, to purchase such equipment, she must also go through the Huatong Group!

Therefore, Song Hang felt that as long as he deliberately made things difficult, he wasn’t afraid that Xiao Qing wouldn’t give in! Just as he racked his brain and tried to find a way, Yang Ming appeared! Yang Ming’s words just gave a reason for Song Hang to leave!

When Yang Ming learned that his own mistake made Song Hang leave, he said in a somewhat guilty tone, “Sister Xiao Qing, I’m sorry. I didn’t know what was going on. What should I do now?”

“Forget it. I will contact him again. He can’t just abandon his business because of his personal grievance. It should be noted that this is a big order in the tens of millions!” Xiao Qing said.

“Alright, Sister Xiao Qing. If you have any difficulties, then you will need to contact me. I will find another way!” Yang Ming said.

“There should be no problem. He would be a fool if he didn’t want to make money.” Xiao Qing smiled and said, “Oh ya, Yang Ming, why were you looking for me?”

“So I can’t I see you when I have nothing to do? I just missed you, so I came to see you.” Yang Ming said.

“Of course you can. When you came to me at such timing, I thought you had something.” Xiao Qing shook her head, “Also, Yang Ming, my parents asked when you’re going back to see them. You haven’t come back in a while.”

“It’s only been a few days…” Yang Ming said, “Well, I will have to visit this evening, but it will be quite late because I’m going to tutor at a kid’s home.”

“You are tutoring?” Xiao Qing was very surprised after listening to it. “You’re an invisible rich man, and yet you’re tutoring others to make money?”

“Uhm… Who said that I was there to make money? I was just substituting for a friend. However, the kid seems to welcome me. He wants me to go every day.” Yang Ming said.

“Little girl?” Xiao Qing laughed.

“Why? Jealous?” Yang Ming didn’t answer but asked a question.

“Jealous? Just kidding. I have never been jealous.” Xiao Qing tilted her head and looked at Yang Ming. “I was afraid that you were abducting underaged girls.”

“The kid is a boy. My sexual orientation is normal. Sister Xiao Qing should know about it.” Yang Ming said quickly.

“Stop kidding me.” Xiao Qing sighed, and then asked, “Do I need to wait for you for dinner?”

“Don’t wait. Just leave me a portion. I will probably come over at 8 p.m.” Yang Ming said.

[1] Jiu Yin Zhen Jing is a fictional powerful ancient martial arts manual from Jin Yong’s Condor Trilogy.[2] President Song (宋总) and Burial (送终) both have the same pronunciation. It was intended as a word game that author usually used for the villain in the story.

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