Chapter 637: Meet at the Peak, Tang Jin Family Office (Two-in-One)

The handshake between Mayor Li and Tang Song lasted for a full dozen seconds,

which in the officialdom that extremely emphasizes etiquette and sense of proportion, was almost a signal of the highest standard of expressing closeness and importance.

Following closely behind were other municipal government leaders, as well as county officials Zhang Chengming, Principal Liu Zengyin, and others.

"Chairman Tang! Welcome, welcome!"

"Long heard of the great name of Rongliu Capital, didn't expect the Chairman to be a talent from our Quancheng, truly the pride of our hometown!"

"Chairman Tang is young and promising, must come back to see more in the future and give more guidance for the development of our hometown!"

One after another, the "big figures" who could be called "big figures" in the local area all took the initiative to step forward, conducting brief pleasantries with Tang Song in an extremely respectful posture.

Tang Song, who was in the middle of it, always wore a confident and calm smile, dealing with it freely.

In the crowd on the entire square, a wave of whispering that could no longer be suppressed gradually broke out.

Wang Zhigang of the Mining Construction Company stood dumbly on the edge of the crowd, his gaze flowing back and forth between Liu Qingning and Tang Song, and a layer of cold sweat instantly squeezed out on his back.

He was incomparably fearful in his heart, rejoicing that he had decisively pulled his nephew Zhou Hao away when he was at Liu Qingning's house.

If he had said even half a wrong sentence, slightly provoking this "true god," the consequences were something he didn't even dare to think about!

And Zhou Hao next to him was breathing rapidly, his face pale, seemingly somewhat unable to understand.

It wasn't just them; the people around who didn't know the inside story were all scared by the scene before them.

As "celebrities" participating in the school anniversary.

They all knew very clearly that being able to let Mayor Li bring the core team members to "welcome" so solemnly at the school anniversary of a county middle school,

what kind of existence that would be.

"Yazi—this—that high school classmate of yours—I... I didn't see wrong, right?!"

On the periphery of the crowd, Sun Xiaonan was incoherent with excitement, just grabbing Deng Yazi's arm continuously.

Just last night, she was still holding a fanatic mentality, fantasizing about getting to know this "handsome and rich programmer," and maybe even developing something.

But the scene before her—this is what kind of programmer?!

Deng Yazi licked her dry lips, her brain still blank, and could only subconsciously mutter: "It's him—"

"He—my god, what is the situation with this?" Sun Xiaonan was still muttering in a daze, "Just now the Mayor and the others introduced, I heard it seemed to be called Chairman?"

"I don't know either—"

Deng Yazi shook her head, staring blankly at Tang Song who was surrounded by stars.

At twenty-six or twenty-seven, he was wearing a custom-made suit, his figure handsome, his temperament outstanding.

Among a group of middle-aged leaders who were somewhat rich, he was like a crane in a flock of chickens.

Shining with a warm luster in the early winter warm sun, his whole person exuded a noble and calm aura that only top-tier dignitaries had, which made people's hearts palpitate.

She couldn't connect this person in front of her with the old classmate who was talking warmly with her downstairs last night; and even more couldn't match him with the young Tang Song who was sweating on the ball court wearing a school uniform in her memory.

But the him in front of her, the facial contours, the sharp vitality, were as if they had been imprinted from that period of sealed youth without any change.

An unreal sense of illusion made her feel as if she were in a dream.

Just then, a low scolding exploded in her ear: "Deng Yazi, what are you doing?!"

Deng Yazi came back to her senses with a start, and saw the general producer of the column group, Liu Jianjun, staring at her with a face as black as iron.

"What are you dazing for there? Is the camera for you to play with? Why don't you hurry up and follow!"

The host Xie Xuan in front frowned and turned back: "Yazi, pay attention! You are also an alumnus of Jingxian No. 1 Middle School, you have a natural identity advantage. Find an opportunity to go over with me later, see if you can talk to Minister Lin of the Propaganda Department, and strive to do a brief exclusive interview later."

Deng Yazi nodded hurriedly, "Sorry Director Liu, Sister Xuan, I..."

She was indeed somewhat out of order just now, mainly because the shock old classmate Tang Song gave her was truly too great, and her brain was still "buzzing" now. Liu Jianjun swept a dissatisfied glance at her, didn't say anything more, and turned his expression to be incomparably serious toward Xie Xuan and the main cameraman.

"This time it's very clear, the city is using the school anniversary as an excuse to facilitate a major investment attraction. To be able to let Mayor Li come out to receive the other party in person, the other party's background is absolutely beyond imagination! This is the core of the core of our reporting task this time! If our column can get the first-hand, exclusive in-depth report, the year-end evaluation will definitely be stable!"

Besides their "Quancheng Observation," there were other official media like the City Daily and Quancheng Evening News at the scene, and everyone was in a competitive relationship.

Deng Yazi stood to the side, listening to the leader's arrangements, and the trance in her heart gradually disappeared.

She took a deep breath, picked up the camera again, squeezed into the crowd, adjusted the angle, and pressed the shutter toward Tang Song in the crowd.

"Click—"

The shutter sound was crisp.

At the moment the photo was fixed, as if feeling something, Tang Song in the center of the crowd actually cast his gaze toward the corner where she was inconspicuous through the heavy crowd.

A warm smile exactly the same as last night appeared on his face, and he nodded lightly toward her, as if saying hello.

This subtle action made Deng Yazi somewhat flattered.

She, who was always straightforward in social occasions, suddenly became at a loss.

Her cheeks flushed instantly, and for a time she didn't know whether to respond or lower her head.

Just then, there was another commotion in the crowd.

Zhao Rui and Li Yunfan, who were originally standing on one side, finally came to Tang Song under the introduction of school leaders.

"Chairman Tang, hello, hello!" Zhao Rui's face, which was always carrying a bit of elite arrogance, was now piled with humble and enthusiastic smiles,

he bowed slightly, took the initiative to reach out both hands, "I am Zhao Rui, graduated in '14, now working in the Investment Banking Department of China International Capital. Long heard of the great name of Rongliu Capital, didn't expect the Chairman to be an alumnus of our No. 1 Middle School, truly honored!"

"Chairman Tang, I am Li Yunfan of Maixiangyuan! Long admired the great name, hope Chairman Tang will take care of us in the future!"

Facing the self-introduction of these two outstanding alumni, Tang Song just shook hands with them casually, nodded politely, and didn't say any more polite words.

However, Zhao Rui and Li Yunfan didn't mind at all, instead appearing even more excited and honored.

Deng Yazi watched this incredible scene from not far away.

Those two seniors who were high and unreachable in her eyes before were not even qualified to talk on equal terms in front of Tang Song.

The shock in her heart could no longer be described in words.

The crowd began to move slowly.

Principal Liu Zengyin made a "please" gesture respectfully, leading the city leaders and Tang Song and others to the VIP negotiation room that had been prepared long ago.

The crowded flow of people automatically separated to both sides, making a passage.

The staff of the column group also immediately carried machines, preparing to follow to grab shooting materials.

Director Liu scolded in a low voice: "Deng Yazi, what are you dazing for again!"

Deng Yazi didn't have time to think more, took the camera and interview notebook, and squeezed behind host Xie Xuan.

Xie Xuan lowered her voice: "That one wearing a gray suit and glasses is Minister Lin, make sure he sees us, so that if there is an opportunity for interviews or reports later, it will fall on us."

Deng Yazi nodded hurriedly, her gaze unable to help but look at Tang Song who was approaching.

The distance was getting closer and closer, and her heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

Just when passing the crowd of the "Quancheng Observation" column group, his figure suddenly stopped.

Director Liu, Xie Xuan, and others all held their breath instantly.

However, Tang Song's gaze fell on Deng Yazi, and a smile with an apology appeared on his face, "Sorry, Yazi.

I have some things to deal with here, let's chat properly later."

"Brush! Brush! Brush!"

Almost in an instant, everyone's gaze at the scene—the Mayor's, the county official's, the principal's, Liu Qingning's, and all her colleagues'—focused on her.

Deng Yazi felt her brain "buzz," and all the blood rushed to the top of her head.

"No... no problem, you go ahead."

Immediately, Tang Song nodded and continued to walk forward.

Liu Qingning behind him followed and nodded toward her, leaving with a smile.

Deng Yazi stood in place in a daze, completely drowned by the complex gazes around her.

Xie Xuan was the first to lean over, her voice carrying a sweet intimacy for the first time, "Yazi, you and this Chairman Tang—know each other?"

Deng Yazi: "He is my high school classmate."

"High school classmate—good, good!" Director Liu's face, which was always straight, also carried shock and enthusiasm, "High school classmate is good! This emotional foundation is truly solid!"

The crowd of the column group finally woke up, but the gazes looking at Deng Yazi had completely changed.

From the attitude Tang Song just showed, at least his attitude toward Deng Yazi was completely different.

As the figures of Tang Song, Mayor Li, and others completely disappeared.

A violent discussion finally broke out in the alumni crowd around.

"Was that also our alumnus just now? Does anyone know him?"

"1"

"Heard the Mayor call him Chairman Tang, also the Chairman of Rongliu Capital? How could he be so young?"

"Rongliu Capital? Is it an enterprise in our Yan Province?"

"Not Yan Province, I just checked, it's a top-tier private equity fund headquartered in Hong Kong. Just last month, they just established a special mother fund with a total scale of up to 10 billion US dollars."

"10 billion US dollars?!"

"My god! Our Jingxian No. 1 Middle School actually produced such a figure?!"

At the scene, a burst of incredible exclamations rang out.

This number had completely exceeded the scope that most people at the scene could understand.

Sun Xiaonan took out her phone and started searching for "Rongliu Capital," then covered her mouth forcefully, patted Deng Yazi, and kept saying "Holy crap" in her mouth.

Then, she directly put the phone screen in front of Deng Yazi.

Deng Yazi looked down at the phone screen mechanically.

On it were news headlines from top global financial media.

【Kate Trust and Tang Jin Office Jointly Invest, 10 Billion Dollar Mother Fund Reshapes Asian PE Pattern】

【ConfluentCapital: A New Powerhouse Emerges in Hong Kong's Financial Hub】

Bloomberg, Reuters, "The Wall Street Journal," etc.

As a veteran reporter who had been rolling in the media industry for more than three years, she knew better than anyone what it meant to be pushed on the front page by these media standing at the top of the global information chain in the form of "Breaking News."

She looked at it in a daze, feeling that she was not watching the news, but watching an incomparably magical commercial blockbuster with her old classmate as the protagonist.

The exclamations of the crowd gradually fell.

Under the guidance of school staff, everyone began to walk into the main venue of the school anniversary celebration, the school's auditorium, one after another.

Deng Yazi also followed the column group and walked in in a daze.

As media staff, their seats were arranged in the media area specially set up in the front row on the left side of the venue.

Here, long guns and short cannons were set up, the field of vision was excellent, and every detail on the rostrum could be shot without dead angles.

As time passed, there were more and more people in the auditorium.

There were retired old teachers with white hair, successful alumni in suits and leather shoes, and student phalanxes wearing neat school uniforms organized to watch the ceremony...

The entire venue was full of solemn and enthusiastic atmosphere.

Director Liu Jianjun paced back and forth in the media area uneasily, occasionally looking toward the VIP lounge.

Finally, he walked to Deng Yazi's side.

The majesty of the leader on his face had long since vanished, replaced by a kind of almost fawning enthusiasm.

"Little Deng, look, you and that Chairman Tang of Rongliu Capital are old classmates, such a deep relationship, can you find an opportunity to strive for an exclusive interview for our column later?"

He paused and threw out a huge bait: "As long as you can get this exclusive interview, the year-end evaluation, I guarantee you a 'City Excellent News Worker'!"

Listening to this promise that was once unreachable, Deng Yazi's heart jumped, but she still shook her head with a wry smile: "Director Liu, I... I haven't seen him for many years, the relationship is really not as good as you think."

Sun Xiaonan next to her moved her face, seemingly wanting to say something.

Just then, a slight commotion came from the entrance of the media area.

Deputy Minister of the Municipal Propaganda Department Lin Haisheng walked straight over under the guidance of the County Committee Propaganda Officer.

Director Liu immediately stood up like a spring, welcoming him with a full-faced smile, "Minister Lin! Why did you come in person!"

Xie Xuan and others also hurriedly organized their demeanor, following and greeting excitedly: "Minister Lin, hello!"

Minister Lin nodded faintly, the expression on his face maintaining a consistent gentle and scholarly manner.

His gaze, however, went directly over everyone and fell on Deng Yazi, who was uneasy and still clutching her interview notebook.

"Little Deng, it's you, right? Deng Yazi?"

"Ah... yes, it's me. Minister Lin, hello!"

Deng Yazi's heart tightened, almost instinctively bowing, her voice carrying undisguised nervousness.

As the Deputy Minister of the Municipal Propaganda Department, Lin Haisheng was almost a "ceiling" level figure in the Quancheng media system.

The Propaganda Department was in charge of ideology and propaganda caliber, and all local mainstream media such as TV stations, City Daily, and Evening News were essentially under their leadership.

Let alone ordinary reporters, even news center deputy directors like Liu Jianjun had to be respectful when seeing him.

Lin Haisheng walked to her and said cordially: "Little Deng, don't be nervous."

He paused slightly, his tone exceptionally slow, as if wanting to let her hear every word clearly.

"It's like this, Mayor Li and Chairman Tang just finished their preliminary talks, the atmosphere was very harmonious, and both sides have reached a series of important cooperation consensuses. Mayor Li instructed on the spot that a trusted media reporter is needed to participate in the internal negotiation link that follows, responsible for image recording and post-event reporting."

Lin Haisheng looked at her meaningfully, with a kind of certainty like pointing out in his eyes, "Chairman Tang personally recommended you to the Mayor, hope you can grasp this opportunity."

A few short sentences instantly exploded in the entire media area.

Liu Jianjun and Xie Xuan were almost stunned on the spot, their faces full of disbelief and ecstasy.

They never expected that in a negotiation of this specification, Deng Yazi, this "small transparent" reporter, would become a participant in the core link.

Deng Yazi trembled all over, breathing rapidly, her heart feeling like there was a drum beating.

She gripped the camera in her hand tightly, trying hard to keep her voice calm: "Minister Lin, I... I will do my best to complete the task!"

Lin Haisheng nodded with satisfaction, politely raising his hand to guide, "Let's go, follow me in."

Deng Yazi hurriedly followed.

Passing through the envious and jealous gazes of the crowd, passing through the red-carpeted corridor, and walking into the door of that negotiation room.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, the scene before her made her almost hold her breath.

In the spacious negotiation room, Mayor Li Jiping was sitting side by side with Tang Song, with several municipal core leaders on both sides.

On the table were exquisite tea sets and thick folders.

The air carried a strong solemn atmosphere.

Tang Song sat there quietly, his expression calm, without the slightest restraint between his brows.

Liu Qingning, who was sitting close to his side, also shed the greenness of the girl in her impression, her posture dignified, her aura full.

Seeing Deng Yazi come in, Tang Song smiled at her, that look, exactly like a good friend who secretly passed her answers in high school.

Liu Qingning also cast an encouraging and friendly smile at her.

Deng Yazi hurriedly bowed and greeted them silently.

Then, under the guidance of Minister Lin, she came to an inconspicuous position against the wall in the negotiation area.

Nervously adjusting the camera position, she also tremblingly placed the recording pen above her knees.

Soon, the meeting re-entered the main topic.

When the city leaders exchanged opinions with each other,

Tang Song opened his mouth: "According to my plan, the initial scale of the fund is 5 billion. Among them, the government guidance fund doesn't need to contribute too much, just take out 500 million as an LP symbolically. Our Rongliu Capital can contribute 2.5 billion as a cornerstone. For the remaining 2 billion, I will invite several domestic industrial capitals to join through my channels."

The Director of the Development and Reform Commission nodded repeatedly on the side, "Yes! Chairman Tang is right! Only in this way can the external head funds dare to truly follow up!"

Li Jiping pondered for a moment and decisively expressed his position: "The city fully supports it! 500 million, we will immediately study the budget arrangement!"

The voices at the negotiation table rose one after another.

Deng Yazi was listening while pressing the shutter.

But her gaze was gradually completely attracted by Tang Song.

She watched him sitting there, his manner steady, his words clear.

From the path of capital injection, to the model of industrial landing, to the future talent cultivation plan—a grand and magnificent blueprint that was sufficient to completely change the fate of this city for the next ten years,

was clearly displayed before her eyes in his unhurried narration.

She heard a grand concept called "Industrial Ecosystem Mother Fund" that she had never heard of before.

Rongliu Capital would use this as a lever to gradually pry open more than ten times the social capital from the top institutions in the country, pouring into this inland city that had always been forgotten by capital.

She also heard that this huge fund would carry out an "upgrade" to Quancheng's existing industries.

Helping them break through technical barriers and enter the global top-tier supply chain system of 【Tang Yi Precision】;

Injecting artificial intelligence and new energy technologies into those traditional industrial enterprises that were still struggling, helping them complete intelligent transformation;

And finally, centering on the future project called 【Xuanji Light Realm】, building a complete, hundred-billion-level intelligent hardware industrial chain on the land of Quancheng—Deng Yazi felt her scalp tingling.

What did a hundred-billion-level industrial chain mean?

That meant annual tax revenue of billions, or even tens of billions, sufficient to fundamentally alleviate Quancheng's tight fiscal situation.

That meant tens of thousands of high-tech, high-salary employment positions, sufficient to let countless young people like her who were drifting outside find reasons to return home for development.

That meant this old industrial city, which was full of twilight, would gain a real opportunity for overtaking on a curve!

In the negotiation room, the atmosphere was hot to the extreme.

The leaders of the municipal government had long since lost their previous restraint.

Everyone was glowing, leaning forward slightly, with scorching light flashing in their eyes, like a group of desert travelers who saw an oasis.

Mayor Li Jiping was even more excited, his hands clasped together, nodding forcefully without stopping.

The results of this negotiation far exceeded their imagination.

Even far exceeded the greatest expectations of the province.

Deng Yazi looked at Tang Song not far away, and suddenly remembered that 18-year-old youth.

That one in the lens, saying "meet at the peak," "make big money, get rich, repay the hometown."

All these years she had always thought that he, like herself, like everyone around him,

had long been smoothed out by reality, running around for life.

But didn't expect, that high-spirited youth back then, ultimately fulfilled the promise he made back then in a way she had never imagined, brilliant to the point of being almost unreal.

He not only caught up with the light.

He himself, turned into light.

In fact, she herself loved her hometown very much.

When she took the exam back to Quancheng TV Station, it was because she hoped to use the pen and lens in her hand to record the changes of this city, to discover those beauties that were ignored, and to contribute a little insignificant strength to the development of her hometown.

An indescribable feeling, mixed with shock, joy, and pride, gradually surged into her heart.

Soon, following the secretary's reminder, the chatting sounds gradually fell.

Time approached the moment the school anniversary officially started, and everyone stood up one after another.

"Click—" The sound of taking photos rang out.

Tang Song and Mayor Li shook hands in a friendly manner, saying steadily: "Mayor, don't worry. This afternoon, Rongliu Capital will have a complete team arrive in Quancheng, responsible for docking the specific promotion plan with the city. No need to wait for the details, we will quickly promote the landing and execution of the plan."

One sentence made everyone present tremble in their hearts.

Li Jiping paused for a moment, his voice even carrying a hint of excitement: "Good! Chairman Tang is truly swift and decisive! Didn't expect you to be so well-prepared, so straightforward! To have such a pride in our hometown is truly the glory of Quancheng!"

The surrounding Development and Reform Commission Director, county official Zhang Chengming, and others also nodded in praise one after another, their expressions unable to hide their shock.

In their usual experience, top-tier capital landing negotiations took months, or even a year and a half.

But Tang Song's attitude of settling the matter with one hammer completely overturned their perception.

Tang Song paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, and instead turned to introduce slightly to his side: "In addition, Mayor, don't worry, Qingning is not only the person in charge of Qingmi AI, but also one of the future core people in charge of the 【Xuanji Light Realm】 project."

As the words fell, everyone cast their gazes toward Liu Qingning in unison.

Shock and heat intertwined.

Just heard Tang Song specifically introduce her before, she was the General Manager of Qingmi AI, a subsidiary of Qingning Technology, didn't expect she was also involved in a strategic project like Xuanji Light Realm that could be called a "future industrial trend."

No wonder Tang Song would unhesitatingly include the hardware link into Quancheng's strategic layout in the plan just now.

Liu Qingning stepped forward slightly, her expression calm and generous.

In her clear and firm eyes, there was a sharpness and calmness that was extremely inconsistent with her age.

"Don't worry, leaders, this is my hometown. In the future cooperation projects in Quancheng, I will go all out and do my best."

10 AM sharp, the salute sounded.

The 50th anniversary celebration of Jingxian No. 1 Middle School slowly opened in the passionate school song.

Ribbons danced, the red carpet extended, and drums and music sounded on the square.

Alumni from all walks of life, entrepreneurs, and representatives of some teachers and students in school gathered together.

Enthusiastic and solemn.

"Respected leaders, distinguished guests, dear teachers, and students, good morning!"

The host's full and passionate voice echoed in every corner of the venue through the audio.

After a warm and enthusiastic opening speech.

The introduction link officially began.

"First, let us welcome Mayor Li Jiping to our school to guide the work with the most enthusiastic applause!"

Thunderous applause erupted instantly below.

After introducing several other important leaders who arrived,

the host's voice paused, and his tone raised several degrees unconsciously, full of irrepressible excitement and pride:

"Next, what we want to welcome is the outstanding alumnus of our Jingxian No. 1 Middle School! Also the Chairman of the global top-tier private equity institution 【Rongliu Capital】! Even more the most important strategic cooperation partner for the future industrial upgrading of our Quancheng City! Let us welcome Mr. Tang Song with the most enthusiastic applause!"

Under the gaze of the whole audience, Tang Song stood up slowly in the guest area.

Under the spotlight, his handsome features, elegant and upright posture, and clear temperament instantly caused bursts of screams in the student phalanx below.

The applause below was more enthusiastic and persistent than before, almost lifting the roof of the entire auditorium.

Subsequently, the host introduced Liu Qingning of Qingning Technology with the same grand tone.

Tang Song sat on one side, looking at the White Moonlight who had shed her school uniform and changed into a beige professional suit, and their eyes met.

In Liu Qingning's clear and stubborn eyes, a gentle smile that was enough to melt the entire winter bloomed.

In the familiar campus of No. 1 Middle School that carried all their youth;

On the anniversary stage that was the focus of attention:

That youthful vow about "meeting at the peak."

At this moment, it was perfectly fulfilled in the most romantic way.

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Singapore, Tang Yi Precision Branch.

Wen Ruan stood in the spacious and bright lounge, overlooking the city landscape like an exquisite model outside the window, as well as the sparkling Malacca Strait in the distance.

Her heart, however, was far from as calm as the scenery in front of her.

It finally came to this day.

That "special consultation seat" that she had originally fought for on her own initiative was now a done deal, and she couldn't retreat at all.

Could only bite the bullet and go up, just hoping that no out-of-control events would happen in the meeting room later.

That hateful stinky man must be flirting with Liu Qingning in his hometown right now.

Poor me, Zhuangzhuang, running thousands of miles to Singapore to take the blame!

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"Click—" The door of the lounge was opened.

Behind her came Ouyang Xianyue's voice, calm as water: "Nervous?"

Wen Ruan turned around quickly and saw Ms. Ouyang walking over.

She was wearing a simple white silk jumpsuit today, setting off her whole person to be even more graceful and luxurious.

"A little." Wen Ruan's chest heaved slightly, admitting frankly.

Ouyang stepped forward, stood beside her, and looked toward the window as well.

Her tone was flat: "You don't need to be nervous. Remember, you are standing here today because Tang Song chose you. Every opinion of yours, to a certain extent, represents his will. This is your right, and also your weapon, no need to have psychological burden."

Wen Ruan's eyelids jumped, and she could only nod lightly.

The two chatted in a low voice in the lounge for a few sentences.

The door was pushed open again, and Mo Xiang Wan, wearing a capable women's suit and skirt, also walked in.

"Ms. Ouyang, Wen Ruan."

"Sister Xiang Wan."

Mo Xiang Wan stepped forward, patted Wen Ruan's arm intimately, and praised her makeup and outfit today.

Immediately after, she changed the subject, her eyes full of encouragement: "Congratulations, Wen Ruan. You must not underestimate yourself, you are the protagonist today."

After listening to these words, Wen Ruan felt speechless.

Good fellow, you are taking turns to brainwash me!

I am just a "special consultation," at most coming in to listen to the opinions of various big shots, and then pass the information to Tang Song.

You want me to go directly to hard-clash with Jin Dongshi, concubine... concubine can't do it!

(T_p)

After a while, the three left the lounge and took the elevator to the top floor of a landmark building in Marina Bay.

This was also one of the most important branches of the Tang Jin Family Office.

Wen Ruan followed behind Ouyang Xianyue, passing through a quiet long corridor decorated with black walnut wood and metal lines.

The sound of footsteps was absorbed by the thick handmade carpet, leaving only her increasingly clear heartbeat.

At the end of the corridor, two heavy frosted glass doors that couldn't see any handles slid silently to both sides as they approached.

At that moment, Wen Ruan's breathing stopped for half a beat.

Inside the door was a huge circular meeting room of nearly three hundred square meters.

No extra decoration, solemn and quiet,

Could clearly smell the scent in the air, a mixture of high-grade leather, quiet wood fragrance, and faint disinfectant, a scent unique to the top-tier power field.

In the center was a huge oval conference table.

The tabletop was smooth as a mirror, only placed with the simplest simultaneous interpretation equipment and embedded information terminals.

Annie Kate was leaning lazily against the back of the chair, talking in a low voice with Wu Kezhi beside her, her golden long hair dazzling under the light; on the other side, Zheng Qiudong sat upright, exchanging glances with the big lawyer Luo Bin without moving a muscle.

And about three meters behind them, the second and third circles of seats were arranged in concentric circles, more in number and denser.

Some people were sitting there scattered, they were core executives of 【Tang Jin】 from all over the world responsible for different business sectors.

Wen Ruan even saw several faces among them that she had only seen on the covers of "Forbes" and "Fortune" magazines.

"Ms. Ouyang!" "Morning, Ms. Ouyang."

"Morning, Ms. Ouyang."

Ouyang Xianyue's face was calm, nodding slightly toward them, and took Wen Ruan through the outer area.

This scene full of ritual made

As the distance closed, her heartbeat grew faster and faster.

"Look who is here." Annie stood up, her voice carrying a hint of that characteristic American accent, "Wendy, we finally meet again. I've missed you so much."

"Hello, Annie."

Wen Ruan took the initiative to reach out, but Annie went straight for it, giving her a solid hug and kissing her on the cheek.

Two pairs of large E-cups collided head-on, creating a sudden, surging wave.

Wen Ruan's mouth twitched; she was still not quite used to the other woman's intimacy.

For some reason, she felt that Annie, whom she was meeting this time, seemed to have less provocation and was much more "docile" than before.

After all, when they first met, this arrogant young lady of a noble family—this tall, statuesque beauty—had truly given her a massive shock.

After the two interacted affectionately.

Wu Kezhi and the others also stood up one after another to greet them.

After the pleasantries.

Wen Ruan finally saw her own seat beside the central round table that symbolized supreme power.

On it, her identity was clearly printed in concise Chinese and English.

【Special Advisory Seat - Wen Ruan (Wendy)】

At Ouyang Xianyue's gesture, Wen Ruan slowly took her seat.

The cold touch of the leather made her involuntarily hold her breath, and the smooth, icy marble tabletop reflected her slightly nervous face.

This was the central area symbolizing the supreme power of 【Yangjin】.

And Mo Xiang Wan, who had followed her in, quietly took a seat in an empty spot on the second outer circle.

There was no nameplate information on that seat.

Just as she had said before, for today's highest-level meeting,

Wen Ruan was the true protagonist.

Mo Xiang Wan was only a permitted attendee, allowed to join because of Tang Song's promise and Ouyang Xianyue's strong recommendation.

Within the family office system, she had not yet been formally assigned a domain, nor had she been granted a clear "seat."

Of course, the clever Zhuangzhuang naturally saw Ouyang Xianyue's second purpose for today.

Taking advantage of her own "hiring" as a tailwind, she logically pushed Mo Xiang Wan, this important ally, onto this table of power.

Ten o'clock in the morning.

The main door of the conference room was pushed open once again.

A steady, rhythmic sound of footsteps approached from afar, clearly heard from outside the gate.

Everyone present turned their gaze toward the entrance.

Wen Ruan's heart skipped a beat, and she followed the crowd in standing up from her seat.

Immediately after, a tall and sexy figure walked in first.

She wore a light-colored custom suit; without any superfluous decoration, the top-tier fabric and tailoring made her perfect shoulder and neck lines stand out even more.

Her supple brown long hair was casually pinned behind her head, the roots standing tall and voluminous, with wisps of hair falling like light smoke on both sides, framing a beautiful and peerless face.

Her pace was neither hurried nor slow, and her golden-ratio figure was displayed to the fullest under the minimalist attire.

Her whole body exuded a calm and powerful aura.

Following closely behind her was the core executive team from global financial centers like New York, London, and Tokyo.

Every one of them was dressed in suits and leather shoes, their eyes bright and sharp.

Inside the conference room, the people who had already been seated stood up again one after another.

Respectful cries of "Jin Dongshi" and "Mira" rose one after another.

Jin Meixiao just nodded calmly in response, her pace not pausing in the slightest.

She walked straight to the main seat at the central conference table, not sitting down immediately, but turning around first. Her calm gaze slowly swept across the room, while the batch of core executives who followed her in quickly found their corresponding nameplates on the second and third outer circles of seats.

The entire process was quiet, efficient, and full of discipline.

At this moment, Wen Ruan truly felt the unique charm of a woman possessed of top-tier power.

Especially when situated in such a strictly hierarchical and orderly field of power.

That Jin Dongshi standing in the center was simply like an absolute queen issuing orders in a movie.

Every glance, every subtle movement, was full of indescribable momentum.

During their last meeting at the TC club, she had felt that the legendary Jin Dongshi didn't seem so unreachable.

But this time, when the other party arrived at this hall of power as the Chair of the Executive Committee,

Wen Ruan finally felt the top-tier charm and oppressive force of this business legend.

Just then, Jin Mi Shu's gaze drifted over and met hers.

Wen Ruan's heart skipped a beat, and she took the initiative to greet her again: "Jin Dongshi."

Jin Mi Shu nodded slightly.

Her cold voice echoed clearly in every corner of the conference room through the microphone:

"Everyone, today, we must first welcome the addition of a new member to the committee."

"Starting today, Ms. Wen Ruan will serve in the Special Advisory Seat for the Yangjin Family Office. Personally, I very much look forward to her bringing more diverse, fresh perspectives from the market frontier to our rigorous decision-making system."

"Welcome, Wen Ruan."

Enthusiastic applause rang out in the conference room. Jin Mi Shu's gaze fell back onto Wen Ruan, and a beautiful smile appeared on her face.

In such an atmosphere and environment, even as a fellow woman, Wen Ruan felt her heartbeat accelerating wildly.

It was just like that feeling of lying on the same bed with a drunken Su Yu.

Too beautiful!

If the drunken Su Yu was a dangerous and seductive poppy,

then the current Jin Dongshi was a towering iceberg floating on an ocean of power.

At this moment, she suddenly understood profoundly why Ms. Ouyang insisted on pulling her in as an ally.

(OwO")!

Wait... there is still a question: am I supposed to "go head-to-head" with Jin Meixiao in a scene like this later?