105: Chapter 90: Related Client Xiao Qin, Second Limit Choice (First Update!)_2 105: 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 beco soone with connections!”
Qin Shi tried hard to control his expression, so he wouldn’t appear too obvious and seed more composed.
“I’ll get it done soon.”
Secretary Huo glanced at Qin Shi, thinking:
“With the minister backing him, the Tai’an tropolitan Area is basically Qin young master’s playground.
Progress is sotis difficult, sotis 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 ss 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 mories—how her father used to owe gambling debts, and during New Year, collectors would co 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?
Sothing as big as a sausage grill just disappeared.” Seeing Qin Xiao in a panic, she quickly comforted her:
“That kid has hardly been ho 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.
“Did he not co ho 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 ca 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 so 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.
Sothing 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 ho.
“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 co ho 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 beco chaotic and unsafe recently.
Her younger brother worked various part-ti jobs and mingled with different kinds of people.
What if he got bullied or hurt?
“Qin Lan, tidy up the house.
I’ll contact so 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 Departnt’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 excitent.
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 soone, 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 seed 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 soone significant!
“Wow!
Qin Shi has really made sothing of himself!”
Mr.
Song exclaid.
For old governnt folks, an administrative jacket and an official car were prestigious symbols.
Like the official robes and sedan chairs of ancient tis, it was a privilege people longed for.
“To have the secretary personally send him ho, 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 deanor.
“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 docunts 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.
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