Rebirth: Super Banking System

Zhao Wen and his wife still wanted to hire someone to harm someone else’s son. Tang Qing couldn’t fathom how they thought, after all these years of living, that one could be so cold-blooded. ”This matter involves my second uncle. If they’ve left any loose ends, help clean them up. There’s no need to kill anyone, just make sure Lei Peng doesn’t get implicated because of this,” Tang Kai instructed. ”Yes, Commander.” ...

A week later.

November first.

Tang Qing and Lin Jiaxue returned to Shanghai.

That week.

Tang Qing had been pulled into giving a speech by the Qingyan City leadership, dined with his high school Principal Chu Yuanhang and his homeroom teacher, and even sat down in Li Jianguo’s restaurant. It wasn’t too dull, all things considered.

The typhoon had passed many days ago.

The weather in Shanghai had warmed up.

The sun was shining brightly.

However, as soon as they got off the airplane, Tang Qing was inexplicably surrounded by journalists. ”Tang Director, are you returning to Shanghai to start school?” ”Tang Director, what skincare products do you use the most?” ”Tang Director, why do you like wearing electronic watches?” ”...”

Asking questions in rapid succession.

A buzzing crowd.

The fighters kept the journalists’ enthusiasm firmly at bay, a meter’s distance away. Even with great effort, they could not push through the human wall the fighters formed, and so the journalists could only reach out their microphones on extended arms.

After watching for a while,

Tang Qing suddenly asked, ”You’re not here to interview me, are you?”

No sooner had he finished speaking, a female journalist revealed the truth. ”No, there is a South Korean celebrity who’s supposed to arrive today, in about fifteen minutes. We saw you were followed by a lot of bodyguards, wearing sunglasses, and looking so handsome, we thought the plane had landed early, but as we got closer, we realized it was you.”

Tang Qing was speechless.

Of all the mistaken identities, being mistaken for a South Korean celebrity.

Fortunately.

He had a beard.

He wasn’t following the clean-cut path. ”You’re quite honest, so yeah, there’s no entertainment news here. You all can leave,” Tang Qing said.

The journalists wouldn’t give up; even entertainment reporters could report on the gossip of a tycoon, right? ”Is this your girlfriend?” ”How long have you two been dating?” ”You...” ”If you keep this up, I won’t answer a single question,” Tang Qing’s voice rose a few notches.

As expected, the surroundings quieted down.

Seeing more and more people gathering around,

Tang Qing then said, ”Well, first of all, you’re entertainment journalists, you should focus on celebrities, not be off-task. Second, I won’t answer any personal questions from you. All I can say is, I have come back from vacation. Goodbye.”

Anyone.

Suddenly surrounded by a crowd, would feel comfortable.

These people.

Tang Qing knew it was their job, and life wasn’t easy for anyone. Who would find it easy to hustle through wind and rain? But that didn’t mean he had to put up with the rules, being bombarded with gossip questions as soon as one arrives. Who has time for that?

Tang Qing moved forward.

The fighters forcefully cleared a path through the journalists.

And left, heads held high. ”He’s so handsome.” ”Totally, stunningly handsome, even when scolding people.” ”Such a charming voice.” ”Yeah, even better looking than that South Korean celebrity.” ”...”

In the distance, Tang Qing, hearing these comments, almost choked on his breath.

Wasn’t I being serious just now?

They left the airport.

Lin Jiaxue asked, ”Tangtang, there won’t be any trouble, right?” ”No worries, I wasn’t their target to begin with,” Tang Qing shook his head.