Urban Martial Saint

In the morning, first I took Fang Tingyun and her two daughters to the orphanage. When we arrived, Chen Yuzhong and Deng Xiang had already been busy for a while; they had helped the children with their breakfast.

Huang Fulin was rarely idle, standing by. Seeing the two youngsters bustling about, he couldn't help laughing hehe, presenting a heartwarming scene.

Ye Qing greeted Huang Fulin and then went over to chat with the two young men for a while. By that time, Wu Yian and Zhou Tianshun had also come downstairs; they too had arrived early. The children from Erdao Village had come with them; over one hundred and forty children had jogged over early in the morning, running for over forty minutes.

Of course, Wu Yian and Zhou Tianshun were too old to run, so they had cycled over. Seeing how energetic the two elders looked, Ye Qing couldn't help but be moved, and immediately thought about getting a few school buses for the school, to save the children the trouble of running back and forth in the future.

Ye Qing didn't linger there in the morning; he took Huang Fulin and his wife, along with Xiao Bei, to the hospital. Wu Yian and Zhou Tianshun went along too. Lin Tianyou had already made arrangements there; Xiao Bei was taken over, and everything was prepared for her hospital room, ready for occupancy. They would observe her for a few days before performing surgery on Xiao Bei. With Lin Tianyou personally overseeing and instructing, the hospital was naturally very supportive — after all, Lin Tianyou was now the hospital's leading figure, his status much higher than even the dean's.

The nurse taking care of Xiao Bei was still Chen Keai. This girl's life had been quite flourishing recently, and she had been spending more time with Lin Tianyou. Ye Qing knew that the girl had always had a crush on Lin Tianyou and, unexpectedly, her feelings had borne fruit. Of course, Chen Keai was also attractive, with a kind heart, and made a good match with Lin Tianyou. Ye Qing was genuinely happy for them.

With Chen Keai there to attend to Xiao Bei, Ye Qing had nothing to worry about. After settling in Huang Fulin and his wife, he went directly to Tian Sheng.

Qin Jing was there collecting money. The managers were providing the funds promptly, and Ye Qing's businesses had basically entered into a regular operation.

In the morning, another one million was collected; Ye Qing took out one hundred thousand to distribute among his brothers, and with the remaining nine hundred thousand and change, he started buying textbooks and other materials with Wu Yian and Zhou Tianshun. Now that the funds were secured, these items were easy to buy, and within less than two hours, everything was taken care of, with several vehicles delivering the educational materials directly to the orphanage.

Ye Qing had wanted to treat Wu Yian and Zhou Tianshun to a meal in the city, but seeing the teaching materials going to the orphanage, their hearts had already flown there. Ye Qing guessed that they wouldn't be able to sit still for a meal, so he simply let the two seniors follow the vehicles transporting the educational materials back. Clearly, the two elders were delighted with Ye Qing's decision, excitedly waving their hands and feet in the car — the children's schooling was now assured.

Purchasing textbooks, workbooks, and various stationeries for more than three hundred people used up about one hundred thousand of Ye Qing's budget. With the remaining eight hundred thousand, Ye Qing thought it over and decided to call Da Fei to bring a few brothers who knew how to drive, and they simply went to buy cars.

Ye Qing currently had ten cars; five were borrowed from Li Lianshan, four were taken when leaving Jiuchuan County, driven by Old Fifth Yang's crew, and one was Lin Mengjie's compact car. In other words, none of these cars really belonged to Ye Qing.

By now, Ye Qing had nearly a hundred brothers under him, and his venues were spread so far and wide that it was really inconvenient without cars. It was not a good idea to keep using other people's cars indefinitely. Since he now had money, he might as well sort this out — solving the transportation issue would enable them to make money more efficiently.

When they learned they were going to buy cars, Da Fei was more excited than anyone and promptly gathered a group of people to meet with Ye Qing, occupying three taxis.

The car city was in the North Ring area. When Ye Qing and his group arrived at North Ring, they ultimately chose the Volkswagen dealership under Da Fei's urging. Ye Qing led his people in, and the staff immediately welcomed them, enthusiastically showing Ye Qing around the vehicles.

After listening for a while, the cars the salesperson was introducing were all upwards of fifteen thousand, far exceeding Ye Qing's expected price range.

Da Fei understood Ye Qing's thoughts, glanced around, and asked, "Do you have anything cheaper?"

"Cheaper?" The salesperson looked at him and said, "Yes, this new Lavida is one hundred and thirty thousand."

"Is there anything even less expensive?" Da Fei inquired.

"Even cheaper?" The salesperson frowned slightly, his attitude cooling, and pointed to a car beside him, "This Polo costs one hundred thousand."

"Is there anything cheaper than this?" Da Fei asked again.

"You want cheaper?" The salesperson glanced at the people behind Da Fei, his look even colder, and casually pointed to a car nearby, "Santana, seventy-five thousand."

"Seventy-five thousand?" Da Fei thought for a moment, then asked, "Is there anything cheaper than this?"

"Brother, are you here to make trouble?" the frustrated salesperson said, "It's already seventy-five thousand and you still think it's expensive? If it's too much for you, go buy a second-hand car across the street, you can get one for two or three thousand!"

"F*ck, how are you talking?" Da Fei immediately became displeased, glaring as he said, "Can't you speak nicely?"

The group of underlings behind Da Fei also looked dissatisfiedly at the salesperson, who became intimidated and said with a forced smile, "Big brother, I'm just joking with you. This car here, it's the cheapest we've got. If you want even cheaper, we truly don't have it. But rest assured, the performance of this Santana is absolutely solid, and it's much better to drive than those cheaper cars. Buying a car isn't for just a day or two; usually, it lasts for several years. Not only should it be comfortable for you, but it should also be durable; too cheap a car would break down within a few days of driving, causing anger and regret. Why bother with that?"

Ye Qing was actually receptive to the price of this Santana; he walked over to take a look at the car. Suddenly, he noticed another car beside it that looked pretty nice, and couldn't help asking, "How much is this one?"

Da Fei and the others immediately followed to the car and all clicked their tongues in admiration, their faces filled with envy. The salesperson finally realized that among this group, the real decision-maker was Ye Qing, not the always talkative Da Fei.

Seeing Ye Qing interested in the car, he couldn't contain his excitement and ran over, saying, "This model is the new Phaeton, our Volkswagen's top-end luxury car. It's not only prestigious to drive but most importantly, it's comfortable to sit in. Plus, it looks quite understated, following Volkswagen's consistently low-profile style, definitely the first choice for business. Brother, do you like this one? It's not expensive, one million seventy, which color would you prefer?"

"Cut the crap!" Ye Qing waved his hand dismissively and turned, pointing to the Santana behind him, "That one!"

"Ah?" The salesperson was stunned. He thought that Ye Qing was interested in that car, but to his surprise, he settled on the Santana in the end, which left him feeling somewhat disheartened.

"Really this one?" the salesperson asked weakly. He wouldn't make much money from selling a Santana.

"Exactly!" Ye Qing nodded and then held up a finger, "Give me ten of them!"

"What?!" The salesperson's eyes bulged out. Selling Santanas didn't bring him much commission, but selling ten at once would net him more than selling a single Phaeton. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

"What are you looking at? So, you don't sell them?" Da Fei glowered and asked from the side.

"Sell, sell, sell, of course we sell, definitely sell!" the salesperson hurriedly answered, carefully eyeing Ye Qing and asked, "Brother, are you... are you sure you want ten?"

Ye Qing slowly nodded. With over a hundred people on his side, ten cars weren't enough. The Santana was also a decent brand, good quality, and very suitable for his people.

"Okay, then let me take care of it for you!" The salesperson's hands trembled with excitement as he was leading Ye Qing to handle the paperwork and, in a fawning manner asked, "Big Brother, are these cars for factory procurement or for government unit use?"

Da Fei yelled from behind, "We're using them for fighting!"

The salesperson glanced at the ferocious bunch behind Da Fei, his smile freezing up as he awkwardly said, "Brother, you sure have a sense of humor. You all look like successful people; why would you go fighting? Driving Santanas is good, low-key luxury with substance!"

The salesperson chuckled and accompanied Ye Qing to handle the paperwork. These things were actually quite simple since all of Da Fei's followers had driver's licenses and ID cards; none of this was difficult.

Seeing that all the paperwork was in order, the salesperson directly brought out the card reader and asked, "Big Brother, which bank card will you be using?"

"I didn't bring a card," Ye Qing said.

"Ah?" The salesperson was taken aback, looking at the cars, he asked, "Then... when will you come to pick up the cars?"

He was somewhat anxious inside; without seeing the money, the deal was as good as not done. And this was a big deal, ten cars at once — he really didn't want to miss out.

"I'm taking them now," Ye Qing said.

"Ah?" The salesperson was taken aback again, staring at Ye Qing in astonishment, wondering internally. You're buying cars without a card, and yet you want to take them now, are you planning to rob us?

Honestly, with Da Fei's burly appearance and the group of sturdy men behind him, the salesperson really suspected they were prepared for a robbery. He had already started making eyes at another salesperson, signaling to be ready to call the police at any moment.

Seeing the salesperson's expression, Ye Qing realized the misunderstanding and immediately turned to Da Fei, "Da Fei, go get the money from the car!"

"Alright!" Da Fei immediately went out with a couple of brothers. Ye Qing turned to the salesperson with a smile, "We're paying in cash!"

"Cash?" The salesperson's eyes widened as he stared at Ye Qing, "That's... that's seven hundred fifty thousand in cash?"

Ordinary people don't carry seventy to eighty thousand in cash on them when they go out. But Ye Qing was an exception; he just happened to have eight or nine hundred thousand in his car. Buying these cars was no difficulty at all.

As the salesperson watched Da Fei and the others bring in several bags of money, his mouth hung open, unable to close for a while. Staring at the stacks of cash on the ground, he felt his brain struggling to keep up.