Chapter 82: Qian Xiaobao's Disdain

The kitchen aunties were full of energy.

Even if this was a mental hospital, so what? They weren't afraid at all.

Three hundred yuan was enough to motivate them.

Often, what motivates people isn't some heartwarming pep talk, but the solid power of money.

One auntie was particularly diligent.

Tonight, she could go to the Little Red Cabaret and choose a handsome dancer.

At the entrance of the mental hospital, Xiao Qi, as usual, stayed in the security room reading a novel. The novel was truly captivating, especially this one, "God-Level Security Guard in the City." The sense of immersion was incredibly strong.

The content was utterly ridiculous, the supporting characters were complete idiots, but those weren't the point.

The protagonist was a security guard who single-handedly annihilated the armies of every country in the world, securing twenty years of peace for the world. Later, he wanted to live an ordinary life, hiding in the city as an inconspicuous security guard, encountering all sorts of beautiful women.

Xiao Qi's blood boiled as he read, completely immersed in the protagonist's role.

It was as if he himself were that god-level security guard.

His thumb scrolled down the screen.

Damn it!

Just as the excitement peaked, they wanted to charge him? This damn author, really knew how to pick the moment. Wasn't it just a dime? I… forgive you.

He recharged and paid, continuing to immerse himself in the sea of words.

Piracy was out of the question. Even if he had to scavenge for trash his whole life, he wouldn't resort to piracy. How could he, the god-level security guard Xiao Qi, be so lacking in class?

As he was reading, Xiao Qi heard the sound of a car. He looked up and out, his gaze fixed on what he saw. A stretch limousine was approaching, followed by several black cars worth millions.

He was in a trance.

The limousine stopped, and a group of men in black rushed over, standing respectfully before him, shouting,

"Master Xiao, we've finally found you!"

Had his identity finally been exposed?

Was the world in danger again, needing him to personally come out of retirement and single-handedly suppress all nations?

Reality:

The stretch limousine stopped, and a group of men in black got out of the following cars. They stood on both sides of the limousine, one of them bending down to open the door.

The first thing that came into view were shiny black leather shoes, but the legs seemed a bit short.

Because the car door was blocking his view, he couldn't see who was getting out.

However, an incredibly powerful aura permeated the surroundings. It was the smell of money, the smell of power.

The sunlight became dazzling.

Qian Xiaobao's hair was still as bright as ever, his black school uniform exuded an aristocratic air, the backpack on his back hinted at his youth, a lollipop in his mouth. He looked at the surroundings with an indifferent expression, then waved at the dumbfounded Xiao Qi.

"Hey, you, come here."

Xiao Qi's expression was one of surprise. He pointed at himself, as if asking, "Are you talking to me?"

"Yes, you. Come here."

With an excited heart, Xiao Qi trotted to Qian Xiaobao, bowing and scraping, "May I ask what you need?"

As for the god-level security guard, that was all nonsense.

He understood the concept of a recluse.

Right now, he was just an ordinary person, and bowing to the powerful was perfectly normal.

"Inform your director to come out and greet me," Qian Xiaobao said.

He was here to see his two benefactors and friends.

There was no holiday at school today.

But he wanted a holiday.

So, there had to be a holiday.

He gave the principal three million. From now on, every 12th of the month would be called Xiaobao Rest Day, and the whole school would have a day off. No one was allowed to work, and anyone who did would be fired.

For a private aristocratic school, serving Xiaobao was a perfectly normal thing.

"Alright, please wait a moment." Xiao Qi, with a fawning smile, ran to the security room to call the director, then returned to Xiaobao. "I've informed the director, he'll be here soon."

"Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Qian Xiaobao ignored Xiao Qi and beckoned to a bodyguard beside him.

A burly bodyguard pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket and tossed it to Xiao Qi.

"Our young master's reward for you. Nothing else for you to do, go away."

A scene from the novel flashed through Xiao Qi's mind: using money to humiliate me? The protagonist instantly transforms, buys your family's company, and your whole family kneels before me, begging for mercy. The protagonist, draped in mink and with a cigar in his mouth, laughs wildly.

But reality…

"Thank you, young master."

With a wad of cash in hand, he was delighted.

No need to count, it was at least several tens of thousands.

A year's salary!

Xiao Qi retreated to a distance, standing there humbly. If the young master needed anything else, he would definitely appear before him at a speed of six point six seconds per hundred meters.

Humbly asking: "Anything else I can do for you?"

He had seen this rich kid before.

Wasn't he the one who brought Lin Fan and Old Zhang back last time?

How envious he was! How he wished he could also know such a wealthy person, even if it meant shortening his life by ten years.

When Director Hao received the call saying someone wanted to see him, his first reaction was, "I'm very busy, okay? Tell him to come up himself."

Xiao Qi added, "Luxury car, they came in a very luxurious car."

Director Hao pondered for a moment, then responded with a smile.

Anyone who came to the Qingshan Mental Hospital should be personally received. Because every visitor who came here was a caring person, they must be greeted with the highest level of courtesy.

No matter how busy he was, he had to make time.

Not long after, Director Hao arrived with a smile. Seeing the row of luxury cars outside, his blood boiled, his eyes lit up. This was a real catch, even better than the graduates introduced to him by One-Eyed Dragon.

"Welcome to Qingshan Mental Hospital. I'm the director here, you can call me Director Hao."

He extended his hand to Qian Xiaobao.

Don't just pat the kid on the head and say, "Little brat, what do you want?" That's how you treat ordinary children.

This one was clearly a rich kid, no matter how old he was. Even if he was just born, he could shake hands without changing his expression.

"Qian Xiaobao." Qian Xiaobao shook hands lightly with Director Hao, then said, "I'm here to see my friends, Lin Fan and Old Zhang. I want to take them out to play with me."

Director Hao was about to say something, but when he heard this, he was stunned.

Lin Fan and Old Zhang's friend?

Unbelievable.

This couldn't be possible.

They had only recently started going out, and they had already met such a rich kid? He had lived for most of his life, and he had never been so lucky.

These weren't the main points.

The main point was that he wanted to take them out to play. He was pleased with this idea. If he needed something from him, he wasn't afraid of him being unreasonable. Let the fifty-something-year-old Director Hao teach him a good lesson.

"Them… well, you should know, they are mental patients here. According to the rules, they can't go out. If something happens…"

Director Hao spoke earnestly, but before he could finish, Qian Xiaobao interrupted him.

Qian Xiaobao beckoned to a bodyguard.

The bodyguard came over carrying a black suitcase and opened it in front of Director Hao. Crisp, brand new banknotes were revealed.

Director Hao's eyes went straight.

Qian Xiaobao said casually, "Here's one million, a gift for you."

Director Hao glanced at it, then calmed his inner turmoil, saying with difficulty, "This isn't about the money, but please understand me. I'm the director here. If something goes wrong, I'm responsible."

Qian Xiaobao beckoned.

The bodyguard brought another suitcase.

"Two million."

Director Hao's blood flowed a little faster.

"It's really not about the…"

"Five million."

Then he took a contract from the bodyguard and tossed it to Director Hao.

"This is a contract. From now on, the Qingshan Mental Hospital will be sponsored by me, Qian Xiaobao. One hundred million yuan every year, and if that's not enough, we can add more."

"I'm taking my friends out to play for a few days. Any problem?"

Director Hao stood there, stunned.

His eyes were wide.

His strong mental fortitude overcame his excitement, and he said with satisfaction:

"I never thought that my mental patients would have such a caring friend. If I still stopped them, would I even be human?"

"Don't worry, I'll have someone call them out now, so they can have a good time with Young Master Qian."

"As for the money, I really can't accept it, but I'll sign the contract. Meeting such a caring person like Young Master Qian is truly a blessing for the Qingshan Mental Hospital."

Director Hao signed the contract with tears in his eyes, wiping the corners of his eyes.

He was already crying.

Such a good person!

Qian Xiaobao looked at Director Hao, rolling his eyes.

Money was dirt.

Anything that could be solved with money wasn't a problem.

Qian Xiaobao had extraordinary bones. At such a young age, he had reached a realm that ordinary people could hardly imagine. Truly terrifying.

He sucked in a breath of cold air.

The temperature around him rose again.