Chapter 578: Yangcheng, Yangcheng

November 2, 2023, Thursday.

5:30 AM.

In Hong Kong during late autumn, the sky was still as dark as ink, and the whole city had not yet awakened.

The executive suite of the Four Seasons Hotel was quiet.

Accompanied by the crisp notification sound of a bank card deposit, Tang Song threw off the quilt and got up cleanly.

He washed his face with cold water, changed into 【Outfit - Infinite Vitality】, and walked out of the room with light steps.

Walking through the corridor, the elevator went straight down.

He stepped into the fitness center of the Four Seasons Hotel.

Putting on his headphones, the music started, and he began his daily high-intensity workout.

Running, core, dumbbells—he could clearly feel the surging and magnificent power brought by the 【Advanced Physique Optimization Potion】 within his body, galloping endlessly with every breath and every muscle contraction.

Sweat slid down his clear jawline, the training clothes clinging to his body were soaked with moisture, the muscle contours became increasingly clear and smooth under the lights, every inch full of explosive power.

His whole body exuded a strong hormonal aura.

Attracting frequent side-glances from some young ladies who were also working out early in the morning.

The sky outside the window was gradually brightening, and Weigang was shrouded in a thin mist.

One hour later.

Tang Song slowly stopped his movements and returned to the suite on the 42nd floor.

Walking into the bathroom, the cool water flowed down from the top of his head, taking away heat and fatigue, leaving only extreme freshness and an increasingly clear mind.

The water flowed over his mermaid line, which was as clear as a sculpture, outlining a breathtaking arc.

It had been 5 days since he obtained the 【Advanced Physique Optimization Potion】.

Tang Song felt his own strength increasingly.

Every muscle in his body seemed to have been re-sculpted, full of power and coordination, bringing his entire mental state to an unprecedented peak.

"Flash!" The system light screen unfolded in front of him.

View personal information.

View personal information.

【Player: Tang Song (82' Charm)】

【Role: Songmei Apparel - President】

【Height: 185CM, Weight: 80KG】

【Physique: 83, Stamina: 84, Agility: 78, Comprehension: 85】

【Asset Status:】

Balance: 101 million yuan (Investment funds 414.8 million yuan)

Height increased by another 1 cm, reaching 185.

Rongliu Capital was expanding in an orderly manner, plus the improvement of his physical charm, finally bringing his charm score to 82.

It is worth mentioning that yesterday, the financing of Yimai Technology was officially completed; he used investment funds to pay 12.5 million US dollars, accounting for 2.5% of the shares.

Enter 【Task Center】, view 【Third Stage Growth Plan Task】.

1. Branding: Establish supply chain, OEM system, further deepen brand awareness. 【Completed】

2. Performance Explosion: Continue to rise, achieve monthly sales exceeding 100 million. 【Not Completed】

3. Capital Hunter: Please make effective investments in 3 companies with unicorn potential, successfully achieving equity appreciation 【1/3】

【Yimai Technology】 indeed possessed "unicorn potential," task progress +1.

And the "Zhi Lian Future" he was going to Yangcheng for this time was verified by 【Tang Song's Draft Paper】, absolutely meeting the conditions.

All tasks had been more than half completed.

Next, besides continuing to look for investments in companies with "unicorn potential," the most important thing was to let "Songmei Apparel" achieve monthly sales exceeding 100 million.

And November, which was this month, was the best opportunity.

For e-commerce, the transaction volume on Double 11 alone could equal a month of normal times.

Now that he had a 7-day quick-response flexible supply chain, as well as the 【HEYISTUDIO】 own brand, there was great hope for completing the task this month.

Letting out a light breath, Tang Song walked out of the bathroom and dried his body.

He changed into casual clothes.

Just walked out of the walk-in closet.

"Knock, knock, knock—" a knock on the door sounded.

Opening the door, he saw Lin Mu and Shen Yu standing outside.

"Good morning, Tang Zong."

Both of them had clearly been meticulously groomed, with exquisite makeup, wearing capable and appropriate commuting clothes.

Standing elegantly, they were a feast for the eyes.

Tang Song's mood instantly brightened, and he smiled: "Come in."

The two nodded, walked in one after the other, and two completely different perfume scents hit his nose, refreshing and alluring.

Breakfast, itinerary organization, packing personal items.

The whole process, with the cooperation of the two assistants, was efficient and orderly.

At 7:50 AM, everything was ready.

Accompanied by the two, Tang Song took the exclusive elevator straight to the hotel lobby.

A black Rolls-Royce Phantom waited quietly at the entrance.

The car drove steadily toward West Kowloon Station.

On the way, Lin Mu reported concisely the weather in Yangcheng today, traffic conditions, and some necessary precautions.

For this trip to Yangcheng, Lin Mu and Shen Yu would not be accompanying him.

Mainly because they both had work to handle—Lin Mu, besides participating in the company structure adjustment, also needed to coordinate the private jet to prepare for future use.

Shen Yu had to participate in fund coordination and report to Tang Song in real-time. "Tang Zong, goodbye."

"Tang Zong, have a safe trip."

"Bye-bye." Tang Song waved at the two, took the suitcase, and turned to walk into the passage.

After staying in the exclusive waiting room for a while, he boarded the business class train to Guangzhou South.

The train started, and the scenery outside the window flew backward rapidly.

The morning mist of Weigang, the mountains of the New Territories, the skyline of the Shenzhen River with its distinct cold and warm sides, and then the plains, ridges, and fish ponds of the Zhujiang Delta with its dense water network—.

10:00 AM.

The train arrived at Yangcheng East Station on time.

Just after walking out of the VIP exit, he saw a woman holding a pickup sign with his name on it, looking to be thirty-five or thirty-six, wearing a capable suit skirt.

Seeing Tang Song's figure, the woman walked up quickly, wearing a professional smile: "Hello, Mr. Tang, I am your reception consultant during your stay in Yangcheng, Zhao Fei."

"Hello."

Subsequently, she naturally took the suitcase from Tang Song's hand.

Leading him out of the passage, he sat in a Toyota Alphard that had been waiting for a long time.

The car was fragrant, and the airline seats were wide and soft.

Zhao Fei sat in the passenger seat, turned back to confirm: "Mr. Tang, we are heading to Baiyun Airport now, right?"

"Mm."

Tang Song leaned back in the chair, thinking of the big sister he was about to meet, his lips curling upward.

The car drove steadily out of the high-speed rail station, and the scroll of Yangcheng slowly unfolded before his eyes.

The CBD with its high-rise buildings, the old arcade streets, tin-roofed storefronts, tea houses with traditional Chinese characters—prosperity and the bustle of life intertwined here.

Entering the airport area near Baiyun District, the urban landscape gradually became open, with ponds, fish sheds, banana forests, white walls and black tiles of village houses—at this moment, he finally saw with his own eyes the Yangcheng full of fireworks and life texture that Zhang Yan wrote about.

Subsequently, Tang Song couldn't help but light up his phone screen and open an email.

The sender was Zheng Qiudong, and the attachment was Zhang Yan's resume.

Yancheng Agricultural University, Imperial Capital Gao Si Education, Yangcheng Cultural and Creative Media, Siyuan Culture, Shuocheng Technology, and her current address: Lanyuan Community, Li Wan District.

Just like those scattered heartaches she once wrote in QQ messages.

Her luck always seemed to be very bad.

Since graduation, it had only been two or three years, yet she had already changed four companies, and every departure was accompanied by industry turmoil or the company's own predicament.

Tang Song closed his phone screen and closed his eyes lightly, as if trying to perceive something.

Yangcheng Baiyun International Airport.

11:25 AM, the flight information from the Imperial Capital lit up on the screen.

Tang Song stood beside the VIP exit for domestic arrivals, his eyes bright, quietly watching the passengers walking out of the passage one after another.

Soon, a tall and plump figure appeared in his line of sight.

She was wearing a pair of wide Dior sunglasses, her red lips were full, and she was stepping on thin high heels.

She wore a beige tight-fitting long dress inside, and loosely draped a loose camel-colored suit jacket outside.

The knit dress perfectly fitted her body, outlining the standard Korean-manga figure to the fullest.

The breathtaking arc of her chest and the perky curve of her hips formed an exaggerated and alluring silhouette.

Her expression was lazy and alluring, and her whole body exuded a sense of relaxation belonging to a mature royal sister, with ease and grace.

Every step she took carried a rhythm that made one's heart beat faster—many men around were secretly sizing her up.

Wen Ruan didn't care at all; her gaze quickly passed over the crowd, and the moment she met Tang Song's eyes, she took off her sunglasses, and a bright smile bloomed on that charming face.

She didn't trot, still maintaining that composed pace, walking straight toward him.

The high heels tapped on the smooth ground, making a crisp "da, da, da" sound.

Every step seemed to step on Tang Song's heartbeat.

Wen Ruan stood still in front of him, tilting her head slightly, a smile on her lips: "Mr. Tang, are you waiting for me here?"

"Of course I'm waiting for you, my Miss Wen."

"Pfft—" Wen Ruan laughed out loud, opened her arms, and threw herself into his arms without any hesitation.

A muffled "bang" sound.

The oppressive fullness hit his chest solidly, warm and fragrant, almost making one sink into it instantly.

Wen Ruan hugged Tang Song tightly, burying her cheek in the crook of his neck, greedily sniffing the scent on him.

"I've been busy to death lately, my bones are almost falling apart. Quick, be a human hug pillow for your sister for a while, let your sister recharge."

Tang Song took a deep breath, his nostrils filled with her unique, rich fragrance mixed with sandalwood and roses.

The two hugged like this in the crowded arrival hall, regardless of others.

Not far away, assistant Wang Dandan tactfully stopped, carrying the suitcase and handbag, lowering her head, waiting quietly.

Tang Song pinched her soft waist and whispered: "Did you miss me?"

Wen Ruan exhaled like an orchid in his ear, her voice soft and charming: "Not just missing your person, but also missing this mouth of yours—"

She exerted a little force on the word "mouth," making Tang Song's eyelids jump, and his fingers couldn't help but tighten slightly on her waist.

Wen Ruan let out a low hum like a cat: "Did you book the hotel?"

"Booked."

"Is the bed big enough?"

"Big enough."

"Is the soundproofing good?"

"Very good."

"Ah? Then that's no fun~~"

"However, as long as sister shouts loud enough, no soundproofing will matter."

"You can rest assured about that; sincerity might not be able to trade for sincerity, but with sister here, effort can definitely trade for sound, you have to put in some effort~"

After a long while.

Sensing that the surrounding gazes were becoming more and more dense, the two slowly separated.

Tang Song nodded to Wang Dandan who was walking over.

Wen Ruan took his arm, and her whole person leaned in intimately.

The two walked out side by side.

One handsome and tall, one plump and alluring, attracting passersby to look back one after another.

Sitting in the comfortable back row of the Alphard.

Wen Ruan casually took off her coat, revealing the knit dress that showed her figure advantages to the extreme, lazily stretched, and her exaggerated curves unfolded in the wide carriage.

Tang Song turned his head, looking at her watery peach-blossom eyes, his brows and eyes smiling.

In a strange city, reuniting with his beloved girlfriend, there was always a joy where stability and expectation were intertwined.

Their eyes met, and Wen Ruan blinked playfully.

Her slender fingers began to draw circles in his palm unhurriedly.

"Tonight, I have an old classmate dinner. He is now a core backbone of 'Zhi Lian Future,' we can first understand some internal company situations from him."

"Mm, this company's development prospects are very good. The combination of AI and internet marketing can lay a solid foundation for Xingyun International's future digital transformation."

"I have already assembled a special team, and we can go for a field trip tomorrow. If everything goes well, we can officially start due diligence next week."

Along the way, the two's conversation always revolved around work.

But the air was full of tacit ambiguity and heat about to erupt.

12:30 PM.

The Toyota Alphard stopped slowly in front of the main entrance of the International Financial Center West Tower.

The hotel butler in uniform smiled and stepped forward, lightly opened the car door, and bowed to greet: "Distinguished Mr. Tang, Ms. Wen, welcome to the Four Seasons Hotel."

The two got out of the car, and accompanied by the concierge team, took the elevator straight to the 70th-floor sky lobby.

Exclusive rest area.

The executive manager took a tablet to handle the check-in for the two and served welcome champagne.

After signing and confirming.

Accompanied by the butler, they took the exclusive elevator straight to the 97th floor.

The double doors of the presidential suite opened slowly.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the 7-meter-high living room framed the Canton Tower and the entire Zhujiang view, and the coffee table was decorated with handwritten welcome cards, seasonal fruits, and hotel-customized chocolate sculptures—.

The butler introduced simultaneously: "Mr. Tang Song, the suite has been adjusted to a constant temperature of 24°C for you in advance, and the fragrance system has also chosen the cedar wood tone you prefer. Ms. Wen, for the SPA service you booked, we have reserved the best river-view private room in the 100th-floor spa center for you—"

Subsequently, the butler conducted a brief space tour for the two.

"Bang," the heavy door closed.

As soon as Tang Song turned around, he was pulled over by Wen Ruan and pressed directly against the cold floor-to-ceiling window of the room.

Hot red lips instantly covered his, lingering and deep.

This kiss was full of longing for reunion and undisguised desire, intense yet tacit.

Outside the window was the most magnificent city skyline in Yangcheng—the Zhujiang meandered beneath his feet like a jade belt, and not far away, the beautifully lined "Little Waist" Canton Tower stood opposite the East Tower and West Tower across the river,

forming a picture with a strong sense of the future.

For a long time, until Wen Ruan's breathing became unstable, she pushed him away lightly and licked her own lips that were red and swollen from the kiss. Wen Ruan's eyes flowed with waves, carrying a hint of cunning smile: "Let sister fill her stomach first, and then... come to fill you."

"Let's go, Zhuangzhuang!" Tang Song patted her plump buttocks not lightly or heavily, the sound crisp and elastic.

Wen Ruan pinched his lower abdomen unhappily: "Just called me sister, now that you don't get to * you call me Zhuangzhuang? Men really are big pig trotters!"

After saying that, she laughed first.

She took Tang Song's hand and pulled him out of the room.

Due to her previous work nature, plus her love for travel, Wen Ruan was no stranger to Yangcheng.

Especially the Tianhe District where the Xingyun International branch was located, she was very familiar with it.

The two rode through several bustling blocks, turned into a tree-lined old street, and came to a private kitchen restaurant called "Wenyue Mansion."

The restaurant was hidden in a red-brick small western-style building from the Republic of China period, with several osmanthus trees planted in the courtyard.

In late autumn, a faint sweet fragrance floated in the air.

The dishes were served very quickly.

Roast goose with crispy skin and tender meat, steamed East Star grouper with perfect heat, and a pot of old fire soup stewed for four or five hours with plenty of ingredients.

Wen Ruan left a bowl of soup for Tang Song, served a bowl for herself, blew on the heat, took a slow sip, and narrowed her eyes comfortably.

"Quick, taste it, this shop's old fire soup is the most nourishing. Especially helpful for your next 'physical labor.' Otherwise, when the time comes, someone who doesn't know how to restrain themselves might have to kneel and beg for mercy."

She blinked playfully at Tang Song, and under the table, her foot rubbed lightly against his lower leg.

Tang Song's throat moved, a burst of fire: "You just wait for me!"

Then, he silently said two words with his mouth shape: "Slut."

Wen Ruan covered her mouth and laughed lightly, her charming eyes licking her lips like silk, her plump body shaking lightly,

It had to be said, the big sister really had taste.

After lunch, Wen Ruan refused Tang Song's request to go straight back to the hotel.

Instead, she pulled him to stroll through an old street area.

In late autumn in Yangcheng, the sun was still warm and pleasant.

They walked through rows of red-brick western-style buildings full of historical sense, stepping on the mottled stone slabs.

Not far away came the crisp sound of mahjong colliding, and the mixed fragrance of herbal tea shops and beef offal shops floated in the air.

Feeling the unique, relaxed, and pragmatic humanistic atmosphere of this city, Tang Song's mood also became exceptionally peaceful.

I don't know when, the two came to Taikoo Hui,

Wen Ruan bought a bottle of iced noble rot sweet white, and pulled Tang Song into the La Perla (luxury lingerie brand) specialty store next door.

Bought several sexy nightgowns and underwear that Tang Song liked.

After 3 PM.

The two returned to the hotel suite with several shopping bags.

"Flash—"

The heavy electric curtains closed slowly.

The light in the room dimmed rapidly, falling into a warm and private twilight.

Tang Song, who had finished washing, walked out of the bathroom and saw Wen Ruan who was turning on the bedside lamp,

She was bending over, her dress perfectly taut, from her slender waist to her perky plump peach buttocks, outlining an extremely exaggerated curve, full of breathtaking visual tension.

Seeming to notice the gaze behind her, Wen Ruan's movements slowed by half a beat.

She turned around slowly and sat down on the smooth black-lacquered nightstand, her fingertips brushing through the slightly curled long hair at her temples, whether intentionally or not.

Her plump and healthy legs were elegantly crossed, shining with ivory-like luster under the warm yellow light.

Tang Song's breathing gradually became rapid, fire ignited in his eyes, and his voice was low and carried a commanding meaning: "Ruanruan, come here."

Wen Ruan's red lips parted slightly, not only did she not move, but instead hooked her fingers at him lightly: "You, come here."

The "stomp, stomp, stomp" footsteps were exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

Just as he reached out to touch her, Wen Ruan suddenly lifted her feet, kicked his lower abdomen lightly, borrowed force to jump backward, and rolled directly into the soft bedding.

Letting out a pleasant laugh.

She stretched out on the soft mattress like a beauty snake, continuing to hook her fingers at him: "You come here~"

Tang Song raised his eyebrows: "I see your butt is itchy again, right?"

"Hmph." Wen Ruan gave him an alluring white look: "I don't know who you learned these bad habits from, let's say first, I still have to do SPA and see old classmates tonight, if you dare to beat me swollen, I'll bite you!"

Tang Song's eyes lit up: "Then I must beat you swollen!"

"Go to hell!" Wen Ruan laughed and grabbed a pillow, smashing it at him fiercely.

Tang Song caught it neatly and pounced on the bed.

Wen Ruan dodged with a donkey roll, got up from the other side of the bed, and used the pillow as a weapon again to confront him.

The big sister had been working out for years and had the system cheat, her figure was flexible and strong.

The wide bed became their battlefield, chasing and fleeing, pillows and laughter flying together.

Finally, Tang Song pressed her firmly under his body at the edge of the bed.

Wen Ruan's struggle lasted symbolically for a few seconds before being completely suppressed.

Healthy white skin was exposed in the tearing, dazzling Tang Song's eyes in the dim light.

Messy sounds rang out.

The air in the bedroom gradually became sticky and humid.

"Ouch! Tang Song! You're for real!"

"Don't, don't, don't, don't hit! I was wrong, okay."

"Damn it, you bastard!"

"I'm angry! I'm very angry!"

Outside the window, the afternoon Yangcheng was a scene of laziness and tenderness.

A breeze blew across the Zhujiang, carrying warm water vapor.

It blew slowly through the courtyards of the red-brick western-style buildings in Dongshankou, swept past the simple red walls and yellow tiles of the Peasant Movement Institute, passed through the bustling streets below, and finally, blew into the white-glowing window of the Huiming Building.

7th floor, Shuocheng Technology.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

The desk was tapped impatiently by knuckles, startling Zhang Yan from a short nap.

She sat up straight abruptly, her face still bearing the red marks from resting on her arms, her eyes full of the embarrassment and shame of being caught.

"Zhang Yan, have you finished organizing the materials?" Director Bai Rui's voice sounded in her ear, carrying a hint of displeasure.

"Almost, almost," she hurriedly lit up the computer screen, her voice weak, "there is still some content that needs to be confirmed by the other party, I sent an email this morning, but there has been no reply."

"Then hurry up and urge them actively, what are you stunned for?"

"Oh, okay." Zhang Yan responded weakly, opening WeChat in a flurry, and began to leave a message for the other party.

These two days, because of worrying about her mother's affairs, she often suffered from insomnia at night, so she was always sleepy during the day.

Bai Rui muttered something and turned to leave.

Lulu beside her said unhappily: "This fat Bai is really disgusting! He just thinks you are easy to bully! Obviously, your main job was finished long ago,"

"and he still insists on giving you all these chores of organizing materials; if this isn't bullying an honest person, what is?"

"It's okay Lulu, it really is my problem, sleeping during work hours—"

"What's wrong with sleeping? You've accumulated over a hundred hours of compensatory leave, and every time you ask for leave, you still have to be made difficult by him for half a day!"

Zhang Yan pursed her somewhat dry lips, her gaze drooping, and she didn't speak again.

Just then, the phone screen lit up.

A message popped up.

【Shiguang Bookstore: "Hello beauty, that 2009 edition of "Dragon Ball" by Qiongdao Photography and Art Publishing House that you have been looking for, we just received a batch, and it happens to have volumes 11, 21, 33, and 34, all in very new condition."】

Zhang Yan's heart shrank abruptly, her hand trembling slightly, and she replied quickly: "Volumes 33 and 34, please, please help me keep them, I will come to pick them up right after work!"

【Shiguang Bookstore: "Okay, no problem."】

Lulu beside her said in surprise: "Wow, so you can gather a full set soon, it's really not easy, it's been 4 months, right?"

Zhang Yan let out a light breath, nodded, and didn't say much,

but her heart began to beat wildly.

After all, it had been a long time; the 2009 edition of "Dragon Ball" was mostly a reprint or a specific publisher version, and the original circulation was not large.

Now, wanting to find a brand-new complete 34-volume set in the second-hand market was even harder, mostly consisting of single volumes or scattered volumes.

For this reason, she would almost every weekend set aside some time to go to second-hand bookstores in every corner of Yangcheng to look.

She would also add the boss on WeChat, begging the other party to be sure to keep an eye out for her.

Back and forth, just buying these comic books had already cost her about 1600 yuan.

In fact, she also knew that the simplest and fastest choice was to buy a set directly online.

But she always felt that it wasn't sincere enough.

This matter should be like in the comics, experiencing thousands of hardships, and only then could one gather the Dragon Balls and make that one, most important wish.

Thinking of the last two comic books she was about to get, Zhang Yan's originally gloomy mood was instantly lit up.

Her whole person seemed to be injected with infinite motivation, and she began to handle the work at hand efficiently.

Soon she finished the work and sent it over.

Time passed bit by bit.

Near 6 PM, Zhang Yan packed her things and was about to get up to get off work.

Director Bai Rui's voice sounded again: "Wang Wenying, Zhang Yan, Li Zhengming, you three come here, let's have a short temporary meeting."

Zhang Yan's heart "thumped," but she still bit the bullet and followed her colleagues into the conference room.

This so-called "short meeting" eventually lasted a full forty minutes.

This was also the longest 40 minutes she had ever spent.

When the meeting ended, the sky outside the window was already pitch black.

Bai Rui called her back again just as she was about to stand up: "Zhang Yan, you recorded the meeting content just now, right? How about this, work hard tonight, go coordinate with the marketing department, organize the first draft, and then send it to me."

Zhang Yan looked at the leader, finally gathered her courage, took a deep breath, and opened her mouth: "Director, I—I have something to do tonight."

"It's only half an hour's work, very fast, finish it before you go."

The words of refusal rolled and rolled on Zhang Yan's tongue, but looking at the leader's unquestionable gaze, they were finally swallowed back down by her.

And this coordination process was far more troublesome than she had imagined.

By the time she finished everything, it was already 7:50 PM.

Zhang Yan sent the email numbly, grabbed her backpack, and rushed out of the office without looking back.

She ran to the subway station, and in the stuffy carriage, looked anxiously at the constantly flashing station signs.

After transferring to a subway and riding a shared bike in the night, she finally reached her destination.

The bike stopped slowly at a street corner.

Looking at the rolling shutter door that had already been pulled down in front of her.

She looked at the time.

【21:11】

She just stood outside the door, her hands still on the handlebars, dazed for a long, long time.

In fact, she knew from the beginning that she probably wouldn't make it.

It was just that she kept forcing herself not to look at the time, holding onto that faint, unrealistic hope—what if, what if the boss rested late today?

From July 2, 2023, knowing that he had left the Imperial Capital and returned to Yancheng, to today was exactly 4 months.

On July 8, she bought the 16th volume of the "Dragon Ball" complete edition.

Then she gathered them bit by bit to 32 volumes.

As long as she gathered these last two volumes, she could gather the courage to complete that wish that had been buried in her heart for a long, long time.

In the sky, fine rain had begun to fall at some point.

The bustling night of Yangcheng blurred around her.

Zhang Yan turned around, got back on the shared bike, and rode back toward the subway station she came from.

She thought, perhaps, just like the story in "Dragon Ball."

One always has to experience enough hardships, and only then will the wish made at the end appear more precious. ===== CHAPTER 579 =====