Chapter 546: Plot Easter Egg

Inside the private room on the second floor of the barbecue restaurant.

The lighting was soft, the aroma of charcoal-grilled skewers permeated the air, and the sound of wine glasses clinking was crisp and pleasant.

Gao Junfeng sat upright at the table, holding a wine glass, a faint smile hanging on the corners of his lips.

The image of accidentally meeting Tang Song downstairs just now still echoed in his mind.

He and Tang Song had actually only had two chance encounters.

The first was at the bank's private event, where this guy stole the show and also had an ambiguous relationship with Tian Chengye's daughter, Tian Jing. His jealousy and hatred for Tang Song also started from that time.

The second time was on Huai'an Road, where he was driving a Bentley carrying Qiuqiu and bumped into Tang Song riding a small Ninja, which could be considered a moment of triumph.

The third time was just now, when the other party was eating with a small salesperson from their company, and he had stolen the spotlight again, so he couldn't help but feel secretly pleased.

However, he also knew that Tang Song was the CTO of Jinxiu Trading after all, and the current him really couldn't compare to the other party.

But he had only just graduated not long ago, had already gained a firm foothold in the Zhongcheng Group, and had also gotten to know a wealthy beauty like Qin Hua.

There would always be a day when he would stand out.

The private room was steaming hot, the aroma mouth-watering.

Liu Huiyang raised his glass with a smile: "Come, come, let's have one, everyone."

"Cheers."

"Ding~ ding~"

"This place's meat tendons are very authentic, come, Zhiyuan, Junfeng!"

After a few glasses of wine, the atmosphere gradually became lively.

Liu Huiyang leaned closer and lowered his voice: "The company's wind has been a bit tight recently. I heard the Food and Beverage Division is going to have a major reshuffle?"

Wang Zhiyuan immediately echoed: "Yeah, Junfeng, give us brothers a hint, what's the situation right now?"

Gao Junfeng looked at the two, his expression slightly serious: "President Su is under a lot of pressure, the board of directors has already issued a notice,

to reform the division, optimize the product line, and quality supervision."

Liu Huiyang and Wang Zhiyuan looked at each other, "Then which departments specifically?"

A major change in the company was a crisis, but also an opportunity.

Both of them belonged to middle management within the group, and naturally wanted to take the opportunity to move up.

After all, the departments in trouble were product R&D, market marketing, and public relations, which didn't have much to do with them.

Gao Junfeng shook his head lightly, picked up his wine glass and shook it: "You two are overestimating me, I'm just an assistant, how would I dare to ask about such things."

Wang Zhiyuan waved his hand: "Eh, don't be humble, who doesn't know you're one of President Su's most trusted people, and you're also very close to Supervisor Qin in the President's Office, you must know some internal news."

Gao Junfeng smiled and didn't say anything more.

He knew that the more mysterious he remained, the more they would look up to him.

Among the three core sectors under the Zhongcheng Group, the Food and Beverage Division was once the most stable and profitable part.

And among them, Zhongyun Dairy was the most important of the sector.

It covered multiple product lines such as fresh milk, yogurt, and children's milk, and its market share once led locally, being the main source of the group's revenue.

However, a sudden incident of the Baocheng factory tampering with water quality test reports completely broke this balance.

The media followed up quickly, brand reputation was seriously damaged, sales declined, and public opinion fermented.

Competitors took the opportunity to suppress them, making the situation even worse.

At the same time, the real estate sector was affected by policies, continuing to be sluggish, and the capital chain was tight.

Misfortunes never come singly; shareholders began to hold them accountable, and the board of directors' direction changed suddenly.

The chairman, who had originally retreated to the second line, came out of retirement to replace Tian Chengye in presiding over the overall situation.

Following this was a new round of reshuffling and personnel adjustments among middle and senior management.

He knew that this change was not only a crisis but also an opportunity.

As Su Ping's assistant, he controlled some key information flows.

Plus Qin Hua's care, he was also doing well in the President's Office.

Now was the time when he was in high spirits, full of expectations for the future.

It is worth mentioning that, according to news he inquired about privately,

Tian Jing's father, the company's executive director Tian Chengye, was caught in a not-so-small capital crisis due to the failure of his personal external investments.

Added to the changes in the company, the once infinitely glorious President Tian had officially retreated to the second line within the group starting this week and was currently still in Hangcheng dealing with the mess.

And Qin Hua's father, Qin Dechang, was said to be about to enter the board of directors to intervene in operations.

For him, this was a major benefit!

In several contacts with Tian Jing, the other party clearly looked down on him, but Qin Hua, on the contrary, appreciated him.

If he could gain Qin Hua's favor, he would undoubtedly rise rapidly in his career.

Amidst the clinking of glasses, the 3 were all a bit tipsy, and their language gradually became more open.

Wang Zhiyuan toasted Gao Junfeng and patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "By the way, Junfeng, I heard you're planning to buy a motorcycle recently?"

Gao Junfeng chuckled, his tone unhurried: "Yeah, the weather has cooled down recently, and our Supervisor Qin always invites friends to ride, so I'm thinking of keeping up with the rhythm and aligning the granularity with the leadership."

"That's how it is, haha." Wang Zhiyuan nodded in agreement, "Then do you have any bikes you've got your eye on?"

Gao Junfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, his heart jumping, but on the surface, he said calmly: "I plan to go to the shop this weekend to look at the Honda CM500."

Once Wang Zhiyuan heard this, he immediately became interested, laughing while opening his phone to search: "Not bad, your eye is quite accurate.

This displacement is very suitable for beginners, strong power, good handling, and the price isn't outrageous."

Subsequently, he put down his phone, his tone becoming more enthusiastic: "What a coincidence, our company has a cooperative relationship with the largest motorcycle dealership in Yancheng, and I know their sales manager. How about this, I'll mention this to him tomorrow and send you his contact information. You can just go over and pick up the bike, I can definitely arrange an internal price for you!"

When Gao Junfeng heard this, a hint of irrepressible excitement appeared on his face, he nodded as if nothing had happened, and raised his glass: "Then thanks to President Wang, come, let's have a drink."

"Easy, easy, we're all our own people, haha." Wang Zhiyuan drank it all in one gulp heroically.

The cold beer slid down his throat, carrying a hint of icy stimulation, which also allowed Gao Junfeng's emotions to calm down slightly.

He knew clearly that Wang Zhiyuan wasn't coming forward to contact the dealership just to help him save money.

As the general manager of a subsidiary under the Zhongcheng Group, Wang Zhiyuan possessed certain personnel, procurement, and budget approval authority for the subsidiary, and his gray income was naturally not small.

He was willing to intervene in this matter, and there was probably another layer of meaning behind it.

Buying a bike for himself was a disguised investment and solicitation.

It might even be that he wouldn't have to pay a cent; he just needed to sign his name when he went over, and he could drive the bike home.

Thinking of this, Gao Junfeng's heartbeat accelerated a lot.

He had only graduated for less than half a year and didn't have much savings; he had originally only planned to buy a CM300, which cost about 30,000.

But just now, he tentatively said CM500, and he didn't expect Wang Zhiyuan to agree directly without the slightest hesitation.

He even regretted not being ruthless enough just now.

If he had chosen a luxury car worth 100,000, the other party definitely wouldn't have refused.

Thinking of this, a proud smile lifted the corners of his lips unconsciously.

Although he was still just an assistant, as long as he stood on the right side, resources would naturally flow to him like water.

After a few more glasses of wine.

Gao Junfeng was glowing, and he spoke slowly: "Actually, I did hear some wind—"

The night grew deeper.

Walking out of the barbecue restaurant's entrance, the bleak autumn wind blew in his face.

Zhang Lei hiccuped while laughing, his tone carrying a bit of drunkenness and heroism: "Wait until I make it in the headquarters, I'll also return home in glory and let those idiots see."

His tongue was a bit thick, and his steps weren't very steady; he was clearly drunk.

He was once a small rich second generation who was infinitely glorious.

But fate plays tricks on people.

His father went bankrupt, his mother got sick, the family owed hundreds of thousands in debt, and he was forced to return to reality.

Being transferred from the Quancheng branch to the Yancheng headquarters was a rare turning point in his life.

He knew he couldn't lose this time.

So he drank tonight and said a lot of heartfelt words.

Later, he even dragged Tang Song to drink a few glasses of white liquor, seemingly wanting to pour out all the grievances of these years.

"Keep it up, it's only a matter of time." Tang Song reached out to support him, "Where do you live? I'll call a car to send you."

Zhang Lei waved his hand and said vaguely: "No need, it's just nearby, only a few hundred meters, I can walk back myself."

Although he said so, he was still supported by Tang Song's arm, walking forward step by step.

"Then I'll accompany you for a stretch, incidentally get to know the place, and come see you when I have time later."

Tang Song's tone was relaxed, as if he were afraid he would fall, and also as if he wanted to accompany him for a while longer.

"Done!" Zhang Lei responded with a smile, his pace stumbling but his interest high, muttering about things from middle school as he walked:

"By the way, haven't you been asking about Zhang Yan? To be honest, do you have feelings for her?"

"Don't deny it, having feelings is right. Since middle school, I felt she liked you quite a bit; she didn't bother with other boys, only played with you."

"And, I heard she was particularly interested in Tang poetry and Song lyrics in high school, and later in university, she also studied Chinese language and literature."

The two, one tall and one low, one steady and one swaying, walked slowly along the street.

10 minutes later, a slightly dilapidated red apartment building finally came into view.

Zhongcheng Talent Apartment.

Located in the northeast corner of the Zhongcheng Group park, the exterior was old, but the surrounding supporting facilities and internal facilities were quite complete.

Zhang Lei's dormitory was on the 5th floor, there was no elevator, and there were two bunk beds inside, housing a total of 4 people.

This kind of dormitory was mainly aimed at newly graduated college students or frontline production employees.

Zhang Lei planned to live here temporarily, and once he was familiar with the environment, he planned to rent a place outside with colleagues.

After staying in the dormitory for a while.

Seeing that Zhang Lei couldn't even keep his eyes open, Tang Song stood up to say goodbye.

Walking downstairs.

He saw Liu Jiayi standing in the night wind, her black trench coat fluttering in the wind, her expression calm and firm.

The black Rolls-Royce Phantom disappeared into the night.

Yanjing Huating, large open-plan apartment.

The night was deep, and the city lights outside the window were like a scattered galaxy.

Xiao Jing was curled up on the velvet sofa, a soft plush blanket covering her legs, the phone screen glowing with a faint blue light.

In the video call, Qin Hua's voice came from the receiver, carrying a hint of worry and urgency: "Your father is already negotiating the sale of Jinxiu Trading's equity, and a preliminary agreement has been reached."

Xiao Jing gently took a bite of the strawberry in her hand, "Hmm, I've heard about this."

"The Zhongcheng Group board of directors is currently in a fierce power struggle, your father has no energy to deal with it now, so he intends to let my father enter the board of directors to represent his interests."

"Isn't this what you've always wished for? Aren't you very happy?"

"Alright Xiao Jing, I'm not talking to you about this. I'm reminding you that your current situation is very dangerous. Your cousin Tian Guowen is taking advantage of the game to be promoted to Group Vice President, taking over the resources and connections your father left behind."

Xiao Jing's gaze flickered slightly, then she lowered her eyes, her fingers gently fiddling with the hem of her skirt.

"So Huahua, what do you think I should do now? Can I help my father?"

"Uh," Qin Hua was speechless for a moment, and it was only after a few seconds that she said in a low voice: "Indeed, unless the problem of Huineng Electronics can be solved, not just the capital, but also the technical route."

"Thanks for your concern, dear. Alright, maybe there will be a turning point in the future?"

"Hope so..."

After the video call hung up, Xiao Jing didn't put down her phone immediately, but stared at the darkened screen in a daze for a while.

She actually knew better than anyone how bad her father's current situation was.

The root of everything now was the big hole that was Huineng Electronics.

If a new technical breakthrough couldn't be found, or if a strategic investor couldn't be introduced, then her father's problem would be very difficult to truly solve.

And wanting to solve this big trouble required powerful resources and technical support.

Tang Yi Precision was undoubtedly an ideal choice.

If Tang Yi Precision could be involved in Huineng's technical upgrade, or even carry out M&A integration, it could bring this company back to life.

But with her status as an HRBD in the branch business unit, she certainly didn't have this qualification.

But Shangguan Qiuya did.

As Director Jin's assistant, a senior executive of Smile Holdings, and familiar with Ouyang Xianyue, she was the "mastermind" who arranged herself into Tang Yi Precision.

As long as she was willing to bridge the gap, there would still be a turning point.

A few days ago, she specifically made a call and mentioned it in a joking tone.

At that time, Shangguan Qiuya's attitude was very strange; she didn't refuse, nor did she directly agree, but instead chatted with her about Tang Song in an extremely intimate tone.

It made her unable to help but let her imagination run wild.

Subsequently, she checked Tang Song's startup, Songmei Apparel, online, and naturally also checked the other industries under Tang Song's name.

For example, Lanfeng International and Bocai Yingrui.

She also understood why Lin Mu Xue was so high-profile at Sinmo Bar.

Tang Song was much richer than she had imagined.

As for letting Tang Song take money to help her father get through the difficulties, she had never thought about such a thing.

Over 200 million was a very huge number.

And even if Tang Song really had it, she wouldn't agree.

Using her husband's money to subsidize her maiden family was leaving people with leverage and destroying her own future. How could she still be the "main palace"?!

Moreover, this approach might not really solve the problem.

Huineng Electronics' losses weren't just as simple as a broken capital chain; the technical route, market positioning, and management structure—none of these could be reversed just by throwing money at them.

What could truly save Old Tian were powerful resources and connections.

And this was exactly what Shangguan Qiuya could provide.

The reason she had been hiding it from her father was purely because of Xiao Jing's bad intentions.

Her parents didn't know yet that Tang Song had other women.

Although she didn't care, her parents would absolutely never accept it.

Especially her father, Tian Chengye, who was a standard "daughter-con."

In the future, this would also be the biggest obstacle to her and Tang Song getting married.

In order to be able to live happily together, she had to let Old Tian suffer a bit.

When he was "at his wit's end" and surrounded by enemies on all sides, her boyfriend would lead Shangguan Qiuya to make a brilliant appearance, bringing dawn and hope to Old Tian and helping Huineng Electronics walk out of the predicament.

In that case, their whole family would owe Tang Song.

Even if Old Tian found out later, he would only be able to pinch his nose and accept it.

And she could live a happy life without shame with President Tang Song.

Hehe.

Thinking of this, Xiao Jing couldn't help but squeeze her legs, a bad smile appearing on her face.

Subsequently, she stood up and walked into the bedroom.

"Click," she locked the door.

"Sumimasen! Xiao Jing, you are too bad! Must be punished severely!"

Yanjing Tiancheng.

"Buzz buzz buzz—" A WeChat message popped up.

【Xiao Jing: "Brother Tang Song, are you alone right now?"】

Tang Song couldn't help but chuckle and sent a video call directly.

Whenever Xiao Jing asked like this, it must be that she had "made a mistake" again.

The video was quickly connected.

Her familiar face appeared on the screen.

Her long hair was scattered casually, there was no makeup on her face, and her whole person looked lazy and sweet.

The camera moved backward slowly.

She was wearing an extremely sexy white camisole nightdress, the neckline open, revealing a large area of snow-white skin and full breasts.

Her slender and straight legs protruded faintly from under the hem of the dress, her skin bright, as if she came with a soft-focus filter.

"Brother Tang Song, good evening." Xiao Jing obediently puffed out her chest wrapped in the camisole.

Her quiet and pure face, paired with her sexy and hot outfit, formed an extreme contrast.

It made Tang Song's blood boil.

Ever since completing the special task 【Self-Cultivation of a Warm Man】, he had a full understanding of the "rich attributes" of this wealthy beauty girlfriend.

These past few days, the scale of their WeChat chats had been ridiculously large, the kind that would be harmonized if sent out.

This former company goddess was unrecognizable in his eyes.

"Good evening, Xiao Jing, is there something you're looking for me for?"

Xiao Jing licked her lips, knelt on the bed, tilted her head, and revealed a pitiful expression: "Brother Tang Song, I made a mistake again."

Tang Song adjusted his position, his expression becoming cold. "Tell me, what is it?"

Xiao Jing blinked, seemingly a bit guilty, her legs gently pressed together, twisting her fingers.

"Didn't you say before that you wanted to buy a motorcycle? I just wanted to show off..."

"But I didn't figure out which model you specifically liked, so—so I took the liberty of pre-ordering a Du Kadi V4 for you, it will be delivered to Yancheng tomorrow..."

She lowered her head and added in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Brother Tang Song, punish me—"

The expression on Tang Song's face almost couldn't hold up.

Good guy! This is also called a mistake?

Xiao Jing, you really are a little genius!

However, he also knew that this was his girlfriend playing a game with him.

Tang Song coughed lightly, trying hard not to laugh, and said in a cold tone: "Who told you to order it for me? Hmm? Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sumimasen!"

Xiao Jing's shoulders trembled in fear, like a little girl who had made a mistake, her tone timid, her legs unconsciously clamped tighter.

Tang Song looked at her "begging for forgiveness" appearance, his heart fluttering.

"Start, I say, you do."

"Yes, okay." Xiao Jing trembled in fear, like a student who had made a mistake and was being called out.

She began to apologize in a low voice.

Her body swayed with her movements, full of sexiness.

Tang Song couldn't help but sigh.

Xiao Jing is really interesting!

If one day she and the little maid Qingqing had a "role-play battle," it would definitely be even more interesting!

At 10:00 PM sharp, the video call was slowly hung up.

Tang Song took a simple shower and lay lazily on the bed.

He opened his phone and checked the account data.

Xiaohongshu followers: 45,561; Douyin followers: 370,442.

Under his careful operation these past few days, the follower growth rate had clearly accelerated, especially on Douyin, almost jumping by thousands of followers every day.

Compared to Xiaohongshu, which had more content depth and user stickiness, Douyin was much simpler and more direct.

As long as the video was eye-catching enough, there would be traffic.

And what he didn't lack now was "eye-catching" material.

The Du Kadi Xiao Jing just sent, the limited edition Lamborghini SVJ63, the large open-plan apartment, the guitar, the violin, and the big internet celebrity Luna Little Snowball.

These were all natural hit elements.

He didn't even need to show his face to easily build a million-follower account.

Subsequently, Tang Song opened his Moments and scrolled through the screen aimlessly.

A post suddenly jumped into view:

【Shen Yu Yan: Forwarding news "Jin Meixiao rarely appears at the Global Technology Summit, AI revolution enters the 'Reality Enhancement' era"】

Tang Song's gaze moved slightly, and he clicked the link.

The moment the news page finished loading, a photo caught his eye.

She was wearing a women's suit, the tailoring neat, the lines elegant.

Her features were beautiful and peerless, her body proportions perfect, her temperament confident yet intellectual.

Although the photo was taken from a distance and the details weren't clear, it was still impossible to look away.

That was Jin Mi Shu—his Jin Mi Shu.

Tang Song stared at the screen for a long time, his eyes moving slightly, an indescribable emotional fluctuation rising in his heart.

I really miss her.

He had already met Su Yu twice in reality, but he hadn't met Jin Mi Shu even once.

This woman who had accompanied him the longest and influenced him the most always remained like a shadow, lingering between dreams and reality. He took a deep breath.

Tang Song opened the system interface and entered the warehouse.

His gaze landed on an item emitting golden light.

【Jin Mi Shu's Plot Easter Egg】: In the game, a hidden easter egg of a side plot related to "Jin Mi Shu." After using it, you will recall this forgotten gambling memory in the form of a dream and temporarily unlock "Jin Mi Shu's" call permission, allowing you to issue a "private instruction" to her.

He had obtained this item for several days.

The reason he hadn't used it was because—he hadn't thought about what to say to her.

Looking at the live photo on the phone screen, Tang Song's gaze finally became firm.

He selected the item and used it immediately.

"Boom—" The easter egg exploded.

"Ding! 【Jin Mi Shu's Plot Easter Egg】 has been triggered!"

Sleepiness gradually surged, and his thoughts fell into a dream.

A few seconds later.

He slowly opened his eyes and found himself sitting in a familiar room.

The air was filled with the faint scent of tea and flowers, and outside the window was the scenery of late autumn; the city was quiet and warm.

This is—the study of Yanjing Tiancheng?

"Tap, tap, tap—" The delicate and light sound of high heels gradually came from the end of the corridor.

He turned around and saw a familiar figure slowly approaching from the doorway.

Elegant, restrained, impeccable.

"Dream Tang Song's" gaze fell uncontrollably on her legs.

She was wearing a pair of black pantyhose, the texture extremely thin, faintly revealing the natural luster of her leg skin, forming a layer of misty texture under the light.

Her slender legs had fluid and elegant lines, from thigh to calf, the transition natural, without any excess fat, as perfect as a sculpture—these were invincible legs! ===== CHAPTER 547 =====

Her slender legs have smooth and elegant lines; from thigh to calf, the transition is natural and devoid of any excess fat, as perfect as a sculpture. This is an invincible pair of legs!