"This is Young Master Qin."
Lin Yuting nodded gently, then spoke to Zhu Weicheng.
Young Master Qin?
Hearing this, Zhu Weicheng was instantly startled.
What Young Master Qin?
He had never heard of him.
Furthermore, who was Lin Yuting?
She was the eldest miss of the Lin family in Jianghai City, Lin Tiannan's most favored granddaughter, and the future head of the Lin family.
For someone to make her address him as Young Master Qin, his background was absolutely not simple!
Thinking this, Zhu Weicheng quickly snapped back to reality and hurriedly said, "Hello, Young Master Qin. My name is Zhu Weicheng. Welcome to Lingyang City."
Qin Ning glanced at him and gave a slight nod. Then, with a flip of his palm, he took out a jade pendant and handed it over.
"Young Master Qin, this is..."
Zhu Weicheng paused for a moment, curiously examining the jade pendant in his hand.
"It's a type of protective amulet. It's for you, as a reward for showing us around these next few days," Qin Ning said.
"Uh..."
Zhu Weicheng blanked again.
A protective amulet?
He clearly didn't believe in such things.
Although the Zhu and Lin families had close ties, Zhu Weicheng actually didn't know the true background of the Lin family. He didn't even know that cultivators actually existed in this world.
Only his father knew a little about it.
Still, since it was given to him, he might as well accept it.
With this in mind, he simply slipped the jade pendant into his pocket and said, "Young Master Qin, Miss Lin, please get in the car. I'll take you to the hotel to check in first."
Soon, under his arrangement, Qin Ning and his group boarded the bus.
Meanwhile, Zhu Weicheng drove his supercar in front to lead the way.
"Master, you gave him a protective amulet. Could it be that you saw some disaster befalling him soon?"
On the bus, Lin Yuting couldn't help her curiosity and asked.
Qin Ning smiled and nodded. "You could say that."
"Also, when we're out and about from now on, you don't need to call me Master. We look about the same age. If people hear you calling me that, it'll sound weird."
"Understood, Mas... uh... Understood, Young Master Qin." Lin Yuting nodded.
About ten minutes later, the bus stopped in front of a luxury hotel.
It was currently nighttime in Lingyang City, around eight or nine in the evening.
Zhu Weicheng went straight to the front desk and took less than three minutes to check Qin Ning and the others in.
"Young Master Qin, the rooms are all sorted. How about I take you all to get some food first? The mobile phones are also on their way here," he said with a smile. At the same time, he was curious, not understanding why his father had asked him to have someone deliver phones here, one for each person.
Did none of these people have phones?
In this day and age, wasn't it a given that everyone had a phone?
Even if there were exceptions and one or two of them hadn't brought theirs, it couldn't be that every single one of them didn't have one, right?
Of course, he only kept these doubts to himself and wouldn't actually ask out loud.
"That works."
Qin Ning nodded, then looked at the group. "Many dishes here are quite unique. You all should give them a good try later."
"How unique can they be?" Everyone looked curious, mixed with a bit of anticipation.
Soon, led by Zhu Weicheng, they arrived at the second floor of the hotel, which was a dining area. Because they had a large group, Zhu Weicheng had the waiter arrange the largest private room.
Wang Er couldn't wait to pick up the menu and flip through it. A moment later, he was shocked. "Isatis root instant noodles? Tomato stir-fried with tomatoes? Bread stewed with pork?"
"No way, you guys actually eat this stuff?"
Xia Fei also looked dumbfounded and turned to Zhu Weicheng. "Are these weird things really safe to eat?"
"Weird?"
Zhu Weicheng was taken aback. "Aren't these just normal home-cooked dishes? I eat them all the time..."
Saying this, he glanced at Lin Yuting, utterly confused. He wondered if all these friends of hers were just country bumpkins from the sticks.
"A few of these dishes are pretty strange, but most of them look alright."
Qin Fei and the other girls also flipped through the menu for a bit and ordered over a dozen signature dishes in a row.
"Hey man, how much was that sports car you were driving just now?"
While waiting for the food to arrive, Wang Er and a few other car enthusiasts sidled up to Zhu Weicheng and couldn't help but ask.
"Not expensive, just over twenty million," Zhu Weicheng replied, assuming they were poor kids from the countryside who hadn't seen much of the world, hence their endless questions about his sports car.
"Over twenty million... how much is that?"
Xia Fei glanced at Lin Yuting. After all, the currency here was definitely different from what they were used to.
Since Lin Yuting had spent some time on Earth, she thought carefully for a moment before saying, "Converted to your currency... it's also about twenty million. The cost of living and prices aren't actually that different."
"Could you help me buy one? I'll pay you back when we return. You probably don't have our currency, right?" Cai Cheng couldn't help but ask.
"What are you talking about, kid? Do you think Sister Lin is short on cash?" Zhou Ping'an said, speechless.
Even though Lin Yuting wasn't an Earthling, as Qin Ning's disciple, and given her close relationship with Qin Fei and the others now, how could she not have money?
"I guess you're right..."
"If you guys want them, I'll just buy them for you. Even if everyone gets one, it'll total less than five hundred million. It's nothing worth mentioning," Lin Yuting smiled.
"I never thought the day would come when someone would tell me that five hundred million isn't worth mentioning," Wang Er couldn't help but say.
Lin Yuting said, "The cars are easy to buy, and money isn't an issue. The problem is, how are you going to take them back?"
Qin Fei looked at Qin Ning beside her. "Brother, you should be able to bring them, right?"
"Naturally." Qin Ning smiled and nodded.
It was only a dozen or so cars. His storage space was unimaginably large; how could it not fit them?
Listening to their conversation, Zhu Weicheng, who was sitting there, was in a completely bewildered state.
What currency?
What do they mean the money is different?
Isn't the currency on Planet Wei all the same?
Could the currency in remote mountainous areas really be different from what he knew?
That's impossible, right?
Although he was confused, he didn't dwell on it and instead offered, "Young Master Qin, if needed, I can arrange for someone to airfreight the cars over. Just give me an address."
"An address... you won't be able to deliver it."
Qin Ning smiled and shook his head. "It's a bit far."
"How far could it be?"
Zhu Weicheng was taken aback. The Zhu family owned their own airline, handling both passenger and freight transport. Was there anywhere in this world they couldn't deliver to?
He didn't believe it.
"One hundred and thirty light-years, can you deliver that?" Wang Er spoke up.
"Of course I can, let alone one hundred and thirty..."
Zhu Weicheng chuckled, but he quickly realized what was said. "Did you just say... light-years?"
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