The reason he was called handsome was because the young man in front of him was indeed very good-looking.
Qin Chuan considered his own appearance to be quite good, scoring an eighty, but compared to this guy, he admitted he couldn't measure up. The other party was definitely above ninety.
He had often heard of terms like "sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes," and "a face chiseled like a knife," but never quite grasped the concept until this fellow appeared, providing the best illustration.
He could truly be a movie star, someone who could make a living solely on his looks!
Moreover, Qin Chuan couldn't shake the feeling that this guy's appearance bore a slight resemblance to Yang Zimo's, especially around the eyes and nose.
"Yang Conglong, Yang Zimo, both with the surname Yang... could they really be relatives?"
Qin Chuan muttered to himself again.
"I'm talking to you, what are you spacing out about?"
A scolding voice exploded in his ear, startling Qin Chuan. Snapping back to attention, he saw Yang Conglong, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed, glaring at him with dissatisfaction.
"What a shame to have such a handsome face but such a temper. No matter how good-looking, few people would like him!"
This thought flickered through Qin Chuan's mind, but he quickly said, "I am Qin Chuan, and you are... Big Brother Yang Conglong?"
"Who's your big brother? We've never met before, why are you calling me big brother?"
Yang Conglong gave no face at all, and his words were like a knife from the moment he opened his mouth.
Qin Chuan was starting to lose his patience, a fire burning in his chest. What was wrong with this person? He hadn't offended him, so why was this guy always targeting him?
If it weren't for the fact that Yang Zimo had introduced them, Qin Chuan would have really wanted to turn around and leave.
It was true he needed something from the other party, but the province of Jin was so vast, and there wasn't just one supplier of steel bars and wires. As long as you had the money, you could find what you needed.
Fortunately, being reborn, Qin Chuan had enough resilience. In his opinion, this young man had the typical demeanor of a nouveau riche. Arguing with such a character would only put him at a disadvantage.
Moreover, he was in the provincial capital, unfamiliar with the place. Yang Conglong was driving a Ferrari and dressed in designer brands, clearly from a prominent background.
"I apologize, Mr. Yang, for my presumption!"
Qin Chuan apologized.
"There's a coffee shop nearby, how about I treat you to coffee?"
"That crap is bitter as hell, only an idiot would drink it!"
Yang Conglong cursed, completely at odds with his appearance. Then, with a wave of his hand, "Real men, of course, drink alcohol. Let's go! Get in the car with me!"
Qin Chuan wasn't afraid that the guy would take him somewhere to sell him, and naturally followed.
The two got into the sports car. Yang Conglong skillfully shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator. The Ferrari let out a beastly roar and shot off like an arrow.
It was only April, and although the weather was warm, it was far from summer, especially in the north where people were still wearing sweaters.
Inside the sports car, Yang Conglong, without even a scarf to protect himself, was driving into the wind, speeding madly. The cold wind whipped at his face, it truly hurt and was very cold.
Yang Conglong, however, seemed unaffected. He cranked up the loud DJ music, swayed his head to the beat, and floored the accelerator, reaching speeds of two hundred kilometers per hour.
He expected Qin Chuan to be scared, but to his surprise, Qin Chuan sat in the passenger seat, steady as a rock, and calmer than he was.
In less than fifteen minutes, the Ferrari screeched to a halt outside a high-end club. Yang Conglong got out of the car, and Qin Chuan followed.
As they entered the club, the staff seemed to recognize Yang Conglong, greeting him enthusiastically as "Young Master Yang" at every turn.
"Arrange a window seat for me today, and bring two bottles of Maotai!"
"As for the dishes, you decide!"
Yang Conglong acted as if he owned the place, completely at ease.
"Yes, Young Master Yang, this way please!"
A charming waitress in uniform led them to a window seat.
This was arguably the best spot in the entire club, offering a place to chat and dine while also enjoying the beautiful scenery of the Fen River outside.
Skyscrapers, a scene of prosperity!
"Do you smoke?"
After they sat down, Yang Conglong took out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket.
"I do! But not as good as yours!"
Qin Chuan replied naturally. He had spent the drive pondering Yang Conglong's temperament and found that although he had the face of a young heartthrob, his temper was extremely wild and crude, with a foul mouth. People like this were most sensitive to stinginess and timidness.
So, he decided to be more open and adapt to the other person's style.
"What's your relationship with Zimo?"
After lighting a cigarette, in the swirling smoke, Yang Conglong finally asked, his eyes incredibly sharp.
"Yang Zimo is the teacher in our village. We are friends!"
"I'm developing a property recently and need some materials like steel bars and wires. Teacher Yang knew about it and gave me a contact number, telling me to call when I arrived in the provincial capital!"
Qin Chuan told the truth, but naturally, he wouldn't mention that he and Yang Zimo were dating.
This Yang Conglong seemed very concerned about Yang Zimo, and it was better for him not to know about that for the time being.
"Is that all?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Conglong's eyes clearly showed a hint of suspicion.
"Yes, absolutely true!"
Qin Chuan's face was full of sincerity.
At this moment, the waiter brought two bottles of Maotai and exquisite dishes. Yang Conglong shifted his gaze from Qin Chuan's face, picked up the wine bottle, skillfully opened it, and poured two large glasses, each filled with at least three taels of liquor.
"Alright, let's eat first!"
"Since you were introduced by Zimo, you are my guest. As the host, I must entertain my guests well!"
"I'll go first!"
Saying this, without even taking a bite of the food, he tilted his head back and downed the entire three taels of liquor.
"Mr. Yang is truly generous!"
Qin Chuan gave him a thumbs up. Was he planning to get him drunk and then try to get information? He wondered who would get drunk first.
He then picked up his glass and downed it in one gulp. Three taels of liquor went down without a flush or a hitch.
"Haha, you have a good tolerance for alcohol. Let me refill it for you!"
"That won't do, let me! Let me!"
Qin Chuan snatched the wine bottle and helped pour.
Thus, they drank and chatted. In less than half an hour, they had barely touched the food, but the two bottles of wine were almost empty, with each person having consumed about half a kilogram of liquor.
Qin Chuan's face was ruddy, and Yang Conglong also showed signs of intoxication, his clear eyes now holding a hint of confusion.
"Big Brother Yang, I truly admire Teacher Yang. She enjoys a wealthy life in the provincial capital but insists on going to such a poor and remote place to teach. She is truly a remarkable woman in this world!"
Seeing that they had drunk enough, Qin Chuan intentionally steered the conversation toward Yang Zimo's background.
"Who says not! She's a weirdo. None of us in the family can understand why she would leave such good living conditions at home and go suffer alone!"
"Being a teacher, what can a teacher earn in a month? Not even enough for this bottle of wine!"
Yang Conglong vented his dissatisfaction.
Qin Chuan's heart stirred. He heard a crucial word in that sentence—"all of us in the family!"
Could this guy in front of him really be Teacher Yang Zimo's brother?
Wouldn't that make him his brother-in-law?
Damn it, this relationship couldn't be ignored!