Chapter 571: The Mindset of the Strong

After settling the luggage.

Tang Song sat in the window seat, opened his phone, took a picture of the front of the carriage, and shared it with Liu Qingning.

He left a message: "Safely on board, no need to worry."

After sending it, he turned his phone face down on the small table, leaned slightly to the side, and leaned back against the seat to survey his surroundings.

The carriage layout was no different from the usual business class, with a 2+1 arrangement, wide seats, and light gray leather upholstery that exuded a sense of luxury.

Since it was the peak period on a Saturday morning, passengers were boarding the business carriage one after another, and it was soon 80% to 90% full.

Just at this moment.

A middle-aged man in a gray suit walked over and sat in the seat next to him.

He was around forty years old, with a lean build, gold-rimmed glasses, and meticulously groomed hair, appearing capable and restrained.

Noticing Tang Song's gaze, he smiled and took the initiative to strike up a conversation: "Are you from Shencheng?"

Tang Song shook his head, "No, here on a business trip."

He didn't offer much explanation, and his tone was indifferent.

The middle-aged man paused slightly, seemingly accustomed to dealing with this "cold type" of social interaction.

He took a tablet with a keyboard out of his briefcase, which displayed an unfinished PPT.

He neatly placed the briefcase in his hand into the storage area in front of his legs.

The middle-aged man joked, "Little brother, looking at your temperament, could it be that you're an un-debuted celebrity or artist?"

"Haha, no."

"Then the financial industry?"

"You could say that."

The middle-aged man's eyes brightened, and he took a business card from his inner suit pocket and handed it over, "Teacher Jiang Zheng, our company does medical AI, and we just started contacting the capital market recently."

Tang Song politely took the business card and nodded with a light smile, "Tang Song."

He didn't say much more, nor did he reciprocate with a business card.

In fact, his business cards were all kept by Lin Mu, and he didn't carry them with him on a daily basis.

On high-speed rail business class, especially from Shencheng to the financial center of Xiangjiang, similar attempts at striking up conversations were very common.

A chance conversation might just lead to an opportunity.

Tang Song was currently also carrying out the 【Capital Hunter】 mission, so he didn't mind being approached like this.

Sensing Tang Song's somewhat "aloof" aura, Teacher Jiang Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

Yet he still self-deprecatingly said in a relaxed tone, "Our company is in Shencheng, and we just finished a round of BD and were heading back, but I didn't expect a big news story to break in Xiangjiang last night, so I had to grab a ticket at the last minute and rush back."

"A big earthquake in the financial circle?" Tang Song casually replied, his eyes flickering slightly as he realized something.

"Yeah, once that money from Rongliu Capital was thrown down, the entire Xiangjiang fund circle exploded. I heard that a US dollar fund adjusted its priority allocation list overnight."

"Good luck to you." Tang Song replied politely, not delving deeper, but lowered his eyes to glance at the business card in his hand.

【General Manager of Huiyiyun Technology Co., Ltd., Teacher Jiang Zheng】

Then he looked at the tablet in front of him again.

He turned and asked, "Your company does medical artificial intelligence?"

"Yes, we are based on a data middle platform and are leaning towards the large model direction." Teacher Jiang Zheng immediately became spirited, "We are integrating with Qingning Technology on the Lime 3.0 medical large model, and we have just produced the first clinical collaborative prototype."

Mentioning "Qingning Technology," Tang Song became a bit interested, "Qingning Technology's Lime 3.0 is indeed outstanding."

After all, having just parted ways with Liu Qingning, apart from talking about love, the thing they talked about most was Qingning Technology's large model. Just at this moment.

A passenger also arrived at seat F to Teacher Jiang Zheng's right.

A young man in his early 30s, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, neatly put away his laptop and phone, and sat down with clean and efficient movements.

Teacher Jiang Zheng glanced at the other person, seemingly remembering something, and asked tentatively, "Excuse me, may I ask if you are Mr. Li from Tongchuang Weiye?"

The young man paused in his movements, looked up at him, nodded, and smiled, "I am."

Teacher Jiang Zheng's expression lifted, and he quickly handed over his business card, his speaking speed noticeably increasing, "Hello Mr. Li, I am Teacher Jiang Zheng from Huiyiyun. We have deep cooperation with Qingning Technology and are landing an Mson intelligent diagnosis system. The project has just entered the evaluation stage, and I especially hope to ask for your opinion..."

Compared to the caution and "probing" when chatting with Tang Song just now, Teacher Jiang Zheng clearly invested more enthusiasm and detail this time, even carrying a certain "exam-taking state."

In fact, the reason he took business class on his business trip was precisely to strive for such an opportunity.

In the business carriage from Shencheng to Xiangjiang, one often encounters elites from the financial circle.

For example, this VP of Tongchuang Weiye, Li Moran, was quite famous in the Shencheng VC field and focused on the tech AI sector.

Teacher Jiang Zheng naturally hoped to seize this rare opportunity.

Li Moran listened quietly, occasionally smiling and nodding, but his tone remained gentle and restrained throughout.

Tang Song, on the side, stopped his train of thought and casually placed Teacher Jiang Zheng's business card back in the corner of the small table.

The high-speed rail emitted a slight vibration, slowly pulling away from Shencheng North Station and merging into the curtain of rain.

Teacher Jiang Zheng had explained more than half of the project, and seeing Li Moran's reaction remain flat throughout, he tactfully slowed down his speaking speed.

After a few seconds, he turned and asked softly, "Mr. Li, you are also going to Xiangjiang this time, is it for that 10-billion mother fund from Rongliu Capital?"

"Yes, that's right."

"I heard that three or four funds have already received wind of it in advance and submitted materials overnight—it's estimated that Xiangjiang is going to be completely reshuffled."

Li Moran said indifferently, "Yes, a few old projects might be restarted, it depends on the situation."

Teacher Jiang Zheng was just about to discuss this topic in depth with the other party, but saw that Li Moran had already put on noise-canceling headphones, dialed a phone call, and started whispering about something.

Teacher Jiang Zheng found it inconvenient to continue the conversation and could only retreat to his own seat, his mood clearly somewhat dejected.

Turning his head again, he saw Tang Song holding his phone, aiming at the front of the carriage, adjusting the exposure and angle.

Immediately following, the carriage echoed with the super-popular Cantonese + Mandarin bilingual broadcast on the internet: "Next station, Xiangjiang West Kowloon Station."

The filming ended, Tang Song put away his phone, previewed the effect, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

"Are you filming a short video?" Teacher Jiang Zheng asked casually with a smile.

"Yes, I make content." Tang Song nodded, his tone unhurried.

"Is it that kind of vlog?"

"Something like that." Tang Song said, and also put on his headphones, simply editing the footage.

This time he came to Xiangjiang, besides dealing with the big changes at Rongliu Capital, he also planned to film some video material to operate his own Douyin account.

After all, the 【Charm Manifestation】 mission had a precious 【Charm +1】 reward, and everything was going smoothly on Xiaohongshu, so he also needed to operate on Douyin.

This famous specialty segment from Shencheng to Xiangjiang was just right to use as the opening for his video.

Hearing his words, a trace of imperceptible disappointment flashed in Teacher Jiang Zheng's eyes.

Tang Song's temperament was too outstanding.

Calm, quiet, carrying a kind of understated nobility, he didn't look like an ordinary person at all.

Initially hearing that the other party was a financial practitioner, he thought the other party was a core figure in some investment bank, or a second-generation from some family office, and couldn't help but have the intention to make friends.

As a result, he found that he didn't seem to have been to Xiangjiang much, and was also making short videos.

Although many young investors now also make content, it sounded somewhat unexpected after all.

So he didn't continue the project introduction from just now.

Instead, he turned his attention to Li Moran on the other side.

He could vaguely hear him saying keywords like "institution list," "Rongliu Capital," and "joint management account" on the phone.

Every word sounded full of weight.

Teacher Jiang Zheng leaned forward slightly, making a gesture of listening carefully, while simultaneously quickly organizing his language in his mind, weighing how to speak later.

On the high-speed rail from Shencheng North to Yangcheng.

"Da da da—" the sound of fingernails tapping on the keyboard kept ringing.

After a moment.

Lulu sighed and rubbed her eyebrows: "Forget it, that company we just talked about only offered 5K, and explicitly said they wanted someone who could accept unpaid overtime. Is looking for a job really this much of a pit? I really have to consider changing careers."

Zhang Yan was silent for a while and whispered: "You could try taking the civil service exam, or a public institution position."

"Sigh—" Lulu shrugged, "It's so hard to land a position now, it's simply thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge. And I still want to buy a house, the housing provident fund can't be broken, I don't dare to prepare for the exam full-time at all, I don't have that kind of confidence."

"That's true." Zhang Yan nodded, lowered her eyes, her gaze somewhat dim.

In her heart, she actually always felt that Lulu was much more "successful" than herself.

Before Lulu had even graduated from university, she was interning at a new media company, catching the last wave of the public account dividend. She wrote a few 100,000+ viral hits, successfully became a full-time employee, and saved her first pot of savings.

In contrast, she was already 26 years old this year, but her savings were only 17,000, and she was facing an unemployment crisis.

In these few years, she had been moving and changing rentals, her life floating as if it hadn't taken root.

Every holiday, she would also send some money home.

Money, naturally, couldn't be saved.

If she really wanted to take the exam, she could only leave Yangcheng, rent a cheap house, and prepare for the exam properly.

Where to take the exam?

A name popped up in her mind—Yancheng.

Her eyes brightened slightly, and she started counting silently with her fingers.

If she rented one of those old family courtyards in Yancheng, a one-bedroom apartment would be about 600 yuan, so one year of exam preparation would be 7,200.

Cooking for herself, controlling it within 500 per month; plus daily necessities, utilities, transportation, and miscellaneous expenses, this 17,000 seemed just enough.

But the prerequisite was not getting sick.

Her thoughts slowly dimmed, and her gaze dimmed along with them.

Of course, all of this was just "thinking."

She sighed softly, moved her gaze away from her phone, and let it fall back onto the comic book on her lap.

"Dragon Ball" Volume 32.

This was also the 2009 edition, every single one was carefully selected by her, looking very new, without any damage or stains, of excellent quality.

Her chest rose and fell slightly, and scenes flashed through her mind.

Twelve years later, she still remembered that the one she had lost was Volume 16—"Goku Awakens! Legend of the Super Saiyan."

That volume was about: Frieza killing Krillin, Goku transforming into a Super Saiyan in his rage, and finally destroying Planet Namek in the decisive battle.

She still clearly remembered that the laughing deskmate, one day, suddenly held this comic book, stood at the classroom door, and said righteously: "I want to avenge Krillin!"

Then he started "transforming," causing the classmates to laugh out loud.

He returned to his seat, talking to her about the plot with great excitement, flipping through every page tirelessly, and even wanting to pull her to secretly read the comic during class time.

In the end, he even lent that beloved comic book to her, letting her finish it at home over the weekend.

She brought it back "home," or rather, to the aunt's house where she was boarding, and finished reading it very seriously.

But when she returned to school on Monday, she found that the comic book was gone.

Searching through her schoolbag, desk, drawer, and bedding, she couldn't find it at all.

She was so anxious she cried, but had no way to fix it.

Later she found out that it was the cousin at her aunt's house who took advantage of her not paying attention, took the comic to school to "share," and tore it page by page to circulate among classmates.

By the time it was returned, only a dozen or so scattered pages remained.

Boarding at her aunt's house, she had to be careful even when eating, so naturally, she didn't dare to make a fuss.

She had wanted to save money to buy a new one to return to him, but at that time, she really didn't even have five yuan in her hand.

And when she finally had the ability to buy it, Tang Song didn't need it anymore.

He had long since replaced it with a new one, and had even seen the sequel.

The scenery outside the window sped past.

Zhang Yan lowered her head silently, her fingers tracing the cover of the comic book.

The train of time was much faster than the high-speed rail.

In the blink of an eye, 12 years had passed just like that.

You probably don't remember me anymore, right?

The train slowly pulled into Xiangjiang West Kowloon Station.

The train stopped, the doors opened, and the passengers in the business carriage rose one after another.

Tang Song pulled his suitcase unhurriedly, walking towards the front of the carriage.

Not far ahead.

Teacher Jiang Zheng was walking quickly to keep up with Li Moran's pace, his body leaning slightly forward.

"Mr. Li, sorry, excuse me. I didn't finish just now, actually we have also cooperated with Guangren Data, and originally planned to have them do FA this round, it's just—"

Li Moran turned back and smiled slightly, "Mr. Jiang, I have a general understanding of your company's direction. How about this, later I'll have my assistant add your WeChat, and if there's a suitable opportunity, we'll contact you again."

"Okay, okay, thank you Mr. Li, thank you."

The pleasantries settled, Teacher Jiang Zheng slowed his pace slightly, sighing somewhat dejectedly.

Tang Song watched this scene quietly, continuing to walk forward following the signs and the crowd.

The structure of Xiangjiang West Kowloon Station was extremely vast.

It had four floors, with the B2 floor being the arrival hall, simultaneously carrying immigration procedures, declaration counters, and taxi and pick-up vehicle passages.

Walking among them, the surroundings were a surging crowd.

Most were dressed elegantly, with sharp temperaments, having a thick "international city transit feel."

Tang Song followed the crowd towards the customs inspection point.

On the screen displays beside him, promotional short films for the Financial Authority, the Securities and Futures Commission, and the International Financial Summit were scrolling.

While waiting in line.

His shoulder was tapped lightly.

Tang Song turned his head.

Teacher Jiang Zheng said with a smile: "Meet again, Tang Song, you must rarely come to Xiangjiang, right?"

He had just noticed that Tang Song was very curious about his surroundings, clearly his first time here.

"Yes." Tang Song nodded politely, responding.

In his current memory, it was indeed his first time coming here.

However, according to known information, he must have come more than once, and had even lived here.

For example, that residence at 21 Borrett Road.

"Are you taking a taxi? Or is a friend coming to pick you up?"

"Someone is picking me up."

"Then you have to go to the arrival hall on the B2 floor, I'm also going there to take a car, let's go together, I'm quite familiar with this place."

Saying this, Teacher Jiang Zheng took his documents out of his briefcase and stood next to Tang Song.

Because it was the weekend, the waiting time was slightly longer.

Exiting, entering, the whole process took more than ten minutes.

Taking the escalator down to the B2 floor, the vast arrival hall suddenly opened up.

Underfoot was a smooth marble floor, refracting the bright glass dome overhead.

Duty-free shops, convenience stores, and currency exchange counters were surging with crowds, the sound of suitcase rollers, Cantonese conversation, and the occasional flight information prompt tone intertwined together.

Tang Song surveyed his surroundings with bright eyes, feeling the distinct atmosphere of Xiangjiang.

Teacher Jiang Zheng turned slightly, pointing in a direction and saying: "The 'pick-up and drop-off area' is over there, usually the cars picking people up will stop in that passage to meet."

"No need, my people are right here in the hall." Tang Song smiled, stepping out of the passage entrance.

Teacher Jiang Zheng was stunned, but still followed with a smile.

Soon, a figure appeared in front of them.

It was a very beautiful woman, standing beside the electronic welcome screen on the left side of the arrival hall.

Wearing a sharply tailored white shirt and high-waisted black trousers, her waistline was perfectly cinched, outlining a perfect body proportion.

Her long hair was tied into a ponytail, the color a perfectly maintained light honey brown, emitting a soft, bright luster under the lights.

Her standing posture was straight, and a cold, "workplace elite" aura faintly exuded from her whole body.

Even in the surging crowd of the hall, she was still sufficiently eye-catching and outstanding.

A flash of amazement crossed Teacher Jiang Zheng's eyes, and he subconsciously looked a few more times.

Just under his gaze.

That woman also looked over here, a bright smile appearing on her face, and she walked quickly to meet them.

Her high heels stepped on the marble floor, emitting a light and rhythmic sound.

"Mr. Tang, you've arrived!"

Teacher Jiang Zheng was stunned, standing in place, somewhat unable to react.

The woman naturally reached out to take the carry-on suitcase from Tang Song's hand, her gaze soft, her voice clear and beautiful: "Was your customs clearance smooth? The B2 floor is a bit crowded, I just notified the driver, and he is already waiting in the drop-off area, the timing is just right."

"Very smooth." Tang Song's tone was light and slow, looking at Seeing Xiao Xue in front of him with a smile.

He could be said to know Seeing Xiao Xue like the back of his hand.

Seeing her this time, he suddenly discovered that she had changed a lot.

The impetuousness and affectation had faded from her body, replaced by a more steady and capable temperament, more like a truly qualified personal assistant.

Feeling his gaze, Lin Mu bit her rosy lips and turned slightly, "I'll take you over."

Tang Song said "Hmm," then turned to nod at Teacher Jiang Zheng on his side, "Goodbye."

After saying this, he followed Lin Mu and stepped forward.

Teacher Jiang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, a trace of undisguised amazement flashing in his eyes.

This woman was clearly no ordinary character, both in appearance and temperament, she was extremely outstanding.

He had originally thought she was Tang Song's girlfriend, but now it seemed more like his assistant or secretary.

It's just that this "assistant" was clearly completely different from the "assistant" in his cognition.

A complex curiosity arose in his heart, he slowed his pace, and then instinctively took a few quick steps to follow.

Lin Mu walked in front, her pace steady, from time to time softly introducing the structural layout of West Kowloon Station to Tang Song, as well as the humanities of Xiangjiang, her tone flowing like a stream.

It was very clear that she had done detailed homework in advance.

The two of them, one after the other, with outstanding postures, in the surrounding crowded flow of people, were like a faint landscape,

attracting a large amount of attention, with a 100% head-turning rate.

Teacher Jiang Zheng followed behind, maintaining a polite distance.

Walking out of the arrival hall, a wave of heat rushed towards them.

The pick-up and drop-off area was filled with traffic, horns blaring one after another, and crowds coming and going constantly.

The two of them walked through the crowd, heading towards the right side.

After more than ten meters, their pace slowed down.

Teacher Jiang Zheng's heart jumped, his eyelids trembling violently.

In front of the two of them, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom was parked steadily there, the silver double-R logo shining brightly under the lights.

Standing at the front side of the car was an elegant and sexy woman.

She wore a well-fitted, dark-colored slim-fit professional suit; black silk stockings and high heels accentuated her straight, slender legs. Her posture was upright, and she held a thick document in her arms.

Her entire demeanor exuded calmness, confidence, and composure.

Behind her, next to the Rolls-Royce, stood three burly bodyguards in black suits.

The moment Teacher Jiang Zheng regained his senses, the woman walked up to meet him with quick steps.

She stood before Tang Song, bowed slightly, and said in a voice that was clear yet not lacking in warmth, "Good afternoon, Mr. Tang. Welcome to Hong Kong."

Tang Song nodded with a faint smile, "Good afternoon, Shirley."

Shen Yu said softly, "I have already organized the first draft of the internal project review for the company according to your requirements,

and the relevant supplementary materials have also been collected."

"Mm, thank you for your hard work." Tang Song took the document and flipped through it casually.

At this moment, Lin Mu stepped forward, skillfully opened the car door, and said in a soft tone, "Mr. Tang, please get in the car."

Tang Song nodded slightly and turned to walk toward the back row.

"Tap, tap, tap—" A burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from behind.

Shen Yu and Lin Mu subconsciously stepped forward, attempting to block the way.

The black-suited bodyguard nearby was one step faster, directly intercepting the person approaching and isolating them outside.

The gazes of many people around were cast over one after another.

A layer of fine sweat beaded on Teacher Jiang Zheng's forehead, and he said urgently, "Mr. Tang Song, regarding the financing project for Huiyiyun,

I didn't have time to introduce it fully just now; I hope you can give me another chance!"

Tang Song paused his steps, turned his head to look at him, and said with a calm and indifferent expression, "We can talk if there is an opportunity; it's not very convenient right now."

As he spoke, he raised the document in his hand.

Teacher Jiang Zheng gritted his teeth and bowed deeply, "Huiyiyun is a company with great prospects, and our..."

Before he could finish his sentence.

A gentle and clear female voice interrupted, "Hello, I am Mr. Tang's assistant. Regarding matters related to the investment project,

you can send the materials to our FA email address or contact me directly. I will conduct an initial assessment and then submit it to Mr. Tang depending on the situation."

Shen Yu's voice was extremely clear; it was neither cold nor overly enthusiastic, revealing decisiveness within her professionalism.

Lin Mu stood to the side, her eye twitching imperceptibly as she realized she was a step too late.

She felt vexed in her heart, feeling that she had lost a point in this competition.

Tang Song did not say anything more, nodded slightly at Teacher Jiang Zheng, and then bent down to sit inside the car.

"Click—" The car door closed steadily.

Teacher Jiang Zheng stood where he was, took a deep breath, and hurriedly took a business card from his pocket, handing it over with both hands: "Hello, I am the General Manager of Huiyiyun, Teacher Jiang Zheng."

Shen Yu nodded slightly, reached out, and pulled a matte platinum-textured business card from her carrying case to hand to him.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang, we will keep in touch."

"Okay, okay, thank you."

Teacher Jiang Zheng took it with both hands, his expression respectful, his tone faintly tinged with a hint of awkwardness and regret.

The sounds of footsteps and doors closing rang out one after another.

Accompanied by the roar of the engine, the Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly drove away from the drop-off area.

Teacher Jiang Zheng stood in place, watching the receding rear of the car, unable to recover for a long time.

After a long while, he took a deep breath.

A wave of vexation and unwillingness surged into his heart.

On the high-speed train, he could clearly feel that Tang Song was interested in his project.

Yet, because he was obsessed with Li Moran, he missed the best opportunity for communication.

If only at that time...

Unfortunately, there are no "ifs."

He lowered his head, his gaze falling on the business card in his hand.

Shen Yu Shirley Shen

Director, Office of the Chairman

Confluent Capital (HK) Limited

His eyes widened suddenly, his breathing hitched, and his face was full of disbelief.

"Confluent Capital? Confluent Capital? Shen Yu... Chairman's Assistant?!"

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap—"

He looked up again at the black Rolls-Royce Phantom that had already driven far away, his gaze trembling, his throat tight, almost unable to speak.

That Tang Song just now was actually the Chairman of Confluent Capital?!