Urban God-level Youth

Chapter 233 Xinghui Winery

Li Yang and his seven people were all somewhat excited, with a starting monthly salary of one hundred thousand, which meant an annual salary of over a million.

They had never imagined such an opportunity before.

For retired special forces like them, they usually served as bodyguards for various bosses, with monthly salaries of around twenty or thirty thousand.

Those earning over a hundred thousand were almost non-existent, unless they were exceptionally skilled experts.

Li Yang said, "Mr. Qin, you need to be careful about your own safety when we're not around."

Qin Hao nodded, "I know, you guys should hurry back."

Li Yang and the other seven people drove off in two cars, leaving the Lamborghini behind.

Qin Hao drove the car to the university parking lot.

When he came out, he happened to run into Xu Siyao.

Xu Siyao saw him and hurriedly called out, "Qin Hao."

Qin Hao turned his head to look, "Just came from home?"

Xu Siyao nodded, "Yeah, about what you mentioned yesterday, I talked to my dad, and he says if you're free at noon, to come over to my house."

Qin Hao replied, "Sure, I was actually planning to have a detailed discussion with Mr. Xu."

...

Jiangshan.

That morning at nine o'clock, many cars were parked outside Xinghui Winery.

Bai Jing, Wang Guanding, Liu Jianming, and others arrived at Xinghui Winery.

At the entrance of Xinghui Winery, stood more than ten staff members from Flying Leopard Security Company, standing ramrod straight with vigilant eyes.

They were all there to attend the opening ceremony of Xinghui Winery.

Many people arrived that day, not only prominent figures from the political world but also big shots from the Jiangshan Business World.

Even if some did not come in person, they sent secretaries and assistants to attend.

Although Dayuan Group bore a grudge against Qin Hao, his Jiangshan Roasted Duck Company was thriving and was about to cover the entire Jiangshan.

The most important factor was the connections behind Qin Hao.

This was the reason most people were here.

Honestly, many people didn't have high hopes for Xinghui Winery because Dayuan Group had already gained certain renown in the market.

Qin Hao's Xinghui Wine had just begun production, and newly brewed wine typically needed to be stored for a year before it could be sold to ensure its taste.

In other words, it would be a year before Qin Hao's Xinghui Wine could compete with Da Yuan Wine.

A year was a long time, ample for Dayuan Group to implement many countermeasures.

...

But what these people didn't know was the brewing process of Xinghui Wine; storage for a year before sale?

That was for ordinary mass-market liquor, but Xinghui Wine didn't require that.

Among those present, only Kang Youyi was privy to this information.

Today was not just the day Xinghui Winery commenced operations, but also the opening of eight Jiangshan Roasted Duck stores simultaneously.

Now, Jiangshan Roasted Duck Company had its training institution, so there were no worries about staffing.

Management for the middle tier was not a concern either, as each roast duck store would have both a primary and an assistant manager.

For the opening of new stores, usually, an assistant manager from another store would step in.

Jianghai City branch.

Feng Xiangyi was also accelerating her expansion pace, having been specially recruited.

So, she wanted to prove herself with her capabilities.

Not just to Qin Hao but also to those at the headquarters.

The renovations of three new stores were nearing completion, and the procurement department was purchasing the necessary items for the stores.

...

Jianghai University stadium.

"Could athletes No. 0168, 0039... please prepare for the men's 200-meter group preliminary race."

"What are you thinking about, Big Bro? They're calling your number over the loudspeaker," Zhao De said, noticing he hadn't moved and speaking up.

Qin Hao snapped back to attention and hurriedly stood up and walked out.

He had just been thinking about intelligent robots, so he hadn't heard his number being called over the loudspeaker.

The men's 200-meter group race had the same twelve people.

Qin Hao was on the innermost track, his face showing no signs of nervousness.

This level of competition didn't put any pressure on him.

So, he hadn't wanted to participate in the races at first—he just wanted to be a quiet spectator and enjoy the atmosphere.

"On your marks,"

"Bang,"

The gunshot sounded, and Qin Hao started a bit slow, but he instantly caught up and took the lead.

His current speed was in no way slower than when he ran the hundred meters yesterday.

The people racing with him were startled, thinking, "Dude, this isn't the hundred-meter dash; it's the two hundred meters. Why are you sprinting so fast at the start?"

Although the hundred and two hundred meters both seem like sprints with no significant differences, there are many intricacies involved.

Some national athletes can win the championship in the hundred meters but wouldn't even make it into the top three in the two hundred meters.

Because the rhythm is entirely different.

But most people don't understand this; only professional athletes know.

When the people from the Computer Science Class 1 saw Qin Hao take the lead, cheers erupted.

The classes in second and third place were also cheering and encouraging their runners.

Soon, Qin Hao had run a hundred meters, his speed not dropping in the slightest, with the second-place runner over ten meters behind him.

This showed just how fast he was.

After passing the hundred-meter mark, the person in last place began to accelerate.

With incredible speed, he passed one participant after another, instantly attracting countless gazes.

"Go Zhang Ming, go Zhang Ming,"

Before long, that Zhang Ming surged into second place, chasing after Qin Hao.

With seventy to eighty meters left to the finish line, many began to speed up, and the rankings changed rapidly, sending the crowd into a frenzy.

The cheers in the stadium rose one after the other, creating an electrifying atmosphere.

Qin Hao's blood pumped faster, and he felt a rush of adrenaline; he slightly increased his speed to maintain his lead.

With fifty meters to go, Zhang Ming in second place picked up the pace again.

The ones behind, trying to catch up, were stunned, "Damn, he can still accelerate?"

He actually had reserved energy?

"Go Zhang Ming, go Zhang Ming."

"Go Qin Hao, go Qin Hao."

Zhang Ming was closing the gap on Qin Hao; if Qin Hao didn't speed up, Zhang Ming would overtake him before reaching the finish line.

That was Qin Hao's estimation.

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Qin Hao also accelerated, his legs pushing off the ground with increasing frequency.

The distance that had been narrowing was starting to widen again.

At this point, the cheers from the two classes were particularly loud, everyone almost screaming themselves hoarse.

"Whoosh,"

"Whoosh,"

Qin Hao was the first to cross the finish line, followed closely by Zhang Ming.

"He's this strong in the two hundred meters too?" Wang Wei, sitting on the main stand, widened his eyes when he saw Qin Hao burst across the finish line first.

Qin Hao was slightly out of breath as he turned to glance at Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming was also looking at him with a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

Seeing Qin Hao look at him, Zhang Ming slowly walked over, "Let's get acquainted. My name is Zhang Ming."

"I'm Qin Hao."

Qin Hao reached out and shook his hand.

"Congratulations to Qin Hao from Computer Science Class 1, who broke the men's 200 meters school sports event record with a time of 20"54. Congratulations to Qin Hao,"

"Wow,"

"Another record broken? This Qin Hao is so strong."

"So handsome, I want to be his girlfriend."

"The freshmen this year are really impressive."

...

Back in the classroom, Ning Yao handed him a new towel and a bottle of water.

Most of his classmates looked at him with admiration.

A girl spoke up, "Qin Hao, you were so cool. Keep it up."

"Keep it up, Qin Hao. Try to win two championships for our class."

Qin Hao smiled and nodded, "Thank you, everyone."