Chapter 554: Jingyi Asset Management

In the banquet hall, soft jazz music was still flowing.

On one side of the main stage, the "Gift Blind Box" segment was already ready.

Blind boxes were piled up in a specially decorated area, waiting to be opened.

Xu Qing stood there, staring with her pitch-black big eyes, looking in the direction of the bar area.

M(OVO "a

What is going on?

She had only gone to help Xiao Jing "operate behind the scenes" and secretly put the gift Tang Song prepared into the "must-choose area."

How come when she came back, the atmosphere seemed to have changed to a different script.

Some guests who hadn't noticed the movement here also felt this weird silence, stopped their actions one after another, and walked over quickly.

The noisy sounds subsided bit by bit.

The frozen atmosphere, like an invisible layer of ice, began from that corner of the bar and spread to the whole room bit by bit.

Conrad Mellon, who had always been full of Wall Street elite aura, elegant and arrogant, was now pale, and the sweat on his temples mixed with hair wax, sliding down his stiff cheeks.

The hand holding the wine glass was trembling slightly uncontrollably.

And beside him, Meng Chuan was completely unseemly, staring at the direction of Tang Song and others in a daze, as if he had seen something extremely inconceivable.

Further out, including Qin Hua, Tian Chengye, Ni Qingli, Lin Jingming, and others.

Whether wearing masks or having taken them off, they were all frozen in place as if hit by a immobilization spell.

One gaze after another, as if pulled by force, with awe, curiosity, and fear, jumped back and forth between that blonde beauty and Tang Song, who remained calm throughout.

Annie stopped slowly in front of Tang Song.

Because she deliberately wore high heels, she should have been in a state of level gaze in terms of physical height.

But at this moment, she clearly felt a sense of being looked down upon—that gaze originating from instinct, originating from the top of the power structure, was wrapping her whole body from top to bottom.

That familiar "sense of loss of control" that had appeared countless times beside Tang Song surged in her heart uncontrollably again.

She gritted her teeth, complex light flashing in her ice-blue eyes.

This hateful man! He actually really didn't come over to coax her! Even if just a little bit!

Heaven knows, she Annie Kate is the most sought-after Alpha in Manhattan, in London, in any top-tier social scene.

Queen!

Compared to this local socialite Tian Jing, she felt that she should be the one to enjoy this kind of "honor."

The pride belonging to an Alpha, unwilling to bow her head completely, made her meet his gaze for two seconds.

But it was only two seconds, and she looked away again.

Seeming to feel a bit embarrassed, Annie suddenly took a step forward and gave Tang Song a warm and forceful hug.

Her voice carried a hint of coquettishness feigned for intimacy: "Alright, darling, I’m here, do you have any instructions?"

Tang Song didn't offer praise, nor did he soothe, just looked at her with a calm gaze and said indifferently: "Sit."

Xiao Jing’s friends in the banquet hall looked at each other.

One must know, this is Tian Jing’s birthday party.

A hug at the scene? Plus this tone of "darling"?

If it were someone else, they would have been mocked by the crowd long ago, but this woman’s identity was mysterious, her aura was too powerful, and she was a foreigner.

Everyone could only put away their doubts and forcibly understand it as "foreigners have different ways of expressing themselves."

Of course, more importantly, they dared not have any opinions.

Even Tian Chengye didn't put his attention on this small matter of "Tang Song being hugged by another woman."

His gaze was shifting between Tang Song, Zheng Qiudong, Wu Kezhi, Annie, and others, his expression changing constantly.

Zheng Qiudong, of course, he knew, the "top stream" of business IP operation.

And the others, it was obvious that their backgrounds were also bigger than he imagined.

Especially that Ms. Kate, she should be that "Kate" he knew.

Then what about Tang Song?

Not to mention why he would know such people, just the tone of "command" he showed just now, and the obedience of "Ms. Kate," was enough to be inconceivable.

Things had already far exceeded his cognition.

He even felt like he was dreaming today.

Under the eyes of the crowd, Annie slowly let go of Tang Song.

Her gaze shifted and fell on Xiao Jing, who was somewhat dazed and confused.

Her body leaned forward slightly; this action happened to block the sight of others with her tall and plump body, forming a small space full of oppression.

At that angle, which only Xiao Jing and a few people around could see,

Annie looked down at her, the corners of her mouth slowly hooking into a smile that was both sweet and full of threat.

That plump, snow-white E-cup almost pressed against Xiao Jing’s face, carrying out the most intuitive crushing with an absolute physiological advantage belonging to a top-tier female.

Then, she used somewhat unfamiliar, yet unusually clear Chinese.

She said word by word: "Hello, Tian Jing. I am, Anne Kate. You can call me Sister Annie."

She said this "Sister" somewhat heavily.

After the reactions of Meng Chuan, Conrad Mellon, and others just now, she was currently in high spirits.

Cold gaze, aura full of oppression.

As if she were carrying out silent "torture" and "bullying" on Xiao Jing.

Annie looked playfully at this obedient and sweet "little girl," waiting for the other party’s interesting reaction.

Luo Bin, Wu Kezhi, Mo Xiangwan, and others consciously looked away, appearing to be examining the environment around them.

Zheng Qiudong’s eyes flickered, but he was actually somewhat worried in his heart.

This "partner" he had chosen was herself a delicate flower grown in a greenhouse.

As far as he knew, one of the purposes of Annie’s visit to Yancheng this time was to beat Xiao Jing.

After all, that wedding dress and ring sounded outrageous indeed.

He was worried that Xiao Jing would produce retreat and fear under the strong pressure of Annie Kate, and many of his plans would be very difficult to implement next.

However, Xiao Jing, who was in this situation, seemed to have been opened to some kind of switch.

All the unease and panic in her heart were suppressed.

A flush of excitement floated on Xiao Jing’s face.

Her voice was sweet: "Hello, Sister Annie."

As she spoke, Xiao Jing took the initiative to open her arms and hug the blonde, giant-breasted foreign beauty, even using a little force.

The C-cup was instantly squeezed and deformed by the E-cup.

Zheng Qiudong and others were stunned one after another, their expressions different.

Annie’s blue eyes paused, feeling as if she had punched a soft cotton ball.

Not only did it have no effect, but she was instead made uncomfortable by the other party’s weird enthusiasm.

This "little girl" who looked obedient and listening seemed to have a higher level than she imagined.

Immediately after, she noticed Xiao Jing’s eyes, which were somewhat strangely excited and burning, at an angle no one knew.

She... looked very wrong.

The corner of Annie’s eye twitched violently; she immediately let go of Xiao Jing and looked at Tang Song somewhat strangely.

Tang Song at this time was appreciating the scene in front of him with great interest.

In the [Reflection] state, he seemed to be able to "see" the surging emotions deep in the hearts of the two women clearly.

Annie’s [Provocation], [Demonstration], and [Astonishment] at this moment.

And Xiao Jing’s perverted, twisted desires hidden under the surface.

Xiao Jing’s brain circuit was indeed unusual, and even more interesting than he imagined.

He looked at the tall, plump, arrogant foreign beauty, and then looked at the slender, soft, obedient socialite.

A mysterious smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

Making Annie’s mood tremble uncontrollably, and she sat down beside Xiao Jing.

Of course, everything just now was just a fleeting moment.

In the eyes of outsiders, the scene in front of them.

Was just a harmonious picture of the enthusiastic and unrestrained blonde beauty taking the initiative to show favor to Xiao Jing, and Xiao Jing generously responding with a warm hug.

And at this time, Tian Chengye also finally recovered.

He looked at his daughter who seemed very capable of "holding the scene."

And looked at the "future son-in-law" beside her who remained light and breezy and unfathomable.

A round, warm, and enthusiastic smile piled up on his face again.

After all, he was an old fox who had been in the business world for a long time, a billionaire, and even more so the father of the birthday party’s protagonist, Tian Jing.

After a brief loss of composure, he had already quickly organized his thoughts.

No matter what he saw just now, the most important thing was to figure out the background of this group of people first.

Tian Chengye walked a few steps to the outer edge of the booth area, first leaning slightly toward the crowd, his tone kind and enthusiastic:

"Welcome, welcome! You are all Tang Song’s friends, right? I am Jingjing’s father, Tian Chengye. Thank you very much to everyone for being able to come—"

"to attend my daughter’s birthday party, it really makes the place shine!"

"Hello, Mr. Tian." "Hello."

Except for Annie, the 3 people nodded politely one after another.

However, Zheng Qiudong appeared exceptionally enthusiastic.

He stood up directly, with a signature smile full of charm on his face.

He took the initiative to greet Tian Chengye and shook hands, his tone humble and appropriate: "Mr. Tian, you are too polite. I have long heard that you are one of the leading figures in Yancheng’s business world; seeing you today, it really lives up to its reputation."

Hearing this, feeling the other party’s enthusiasm, the heart Tian Chengye had been holding up instantly let go.

The smile on his face became even more brilliant.

"Director Zheng, I am the one who has long admired your name!" He shook Zheng Qiudong’s hand forcefully, sighing, "Deju Renhe is now the 'think tank' we talk about most often—"

The warm exchange between the two was like a gust of wind, blowing away the atmosphere in the banquet hall that had been frozen like ice.

Everyone also gradually recovered from the series of shocks just now.

Suppressed discussion sounded in the venue again.

"Hua Hua," Ni Qingli gasped, her voice dry and low, "Xiao Jing’s boyfriend—what exactly is going on with him?"

"I, I don’t know either."

Qin Hua shook her head in a daze, her gaze looking at the position of Tang Song and others in a trance.

She had just been standing beside them and witnessed that bizarre, almost absurd reversal with her own eyes.

In her mind, what was playing back repeatedly right now was all Conrad Mellon’s terrified retreat, and Meng Chuan’s unmaskable loss of composure.

And that title with a trembling sound they spoke: "Ms. Kate."

Kate... Kate family...

This possibility made her tremble all over, and her hair stood up.

Just at this moment.

Conrad Mellon, who had been pale standing in front of her, suddenly moved.

He didn't care about anyone’s gaze beside him, just took a deep breath, as if he had made some extremely major decision.

He turned around, picked up a brand new champagne, and walked toward that blonde woman step by step, incomparably solemnly.

He stopped beside Annie’s seat, but didn't speak immediately.

Instead, he first bowed slightly toward Annie to show the highest respect.

After doing all this, he said with difficulty: "Lady Anne!"

"please accept my..."

(Please accept my deepest apologies for my recklessness and ignorance just now.)

He paused, seeming to organize his language, his voice carrying a hint of trembling he hadn't even noticed himself.

"The business I am currently responsible for has connections with many projects of Kate Trust in Europe. I swear, if I had known it was you earlier, I would never—"

Conrad was sweating profusely, his voice getting lower and lower.

He was just a collateral descendant of the Mellon family, perhaps looking glamorous in the eyes of outsiders.

But in front of a true core heir of the family with real power like Annie Kate, it was completely incomparable.

Annie glanced at him indifferently and said coldly: "Stand further away, I hate the smell on you."

Conrad’s heart jumped, and he quickly moved further away.

He suddenly remembered that there had been rumors in the circle that this Ms. Annie indeed hated contact with men, and was instead more interested in women.

Looking at this scene in front of him, listening to Conrad’s words.

Everyone discussed in low voices.

Regarding the special family surname "Kate," and the terrifying commercial empire background it represented behind it, it spread rapidly among the guests like a virus.

As a top-tier financial group that had existed for nearly a hundred years, the depth of the Kate family’s influence had long spread all over the world.

Everyone present had, more or less, heard of this thunderous surname through some channels.

Qin Hua’s body swayed violently, and the champagne glass in her hand almost couldn't be held steady.

Kate Trust... it really is the Kate family!

First Mellon, then Kate.

That’s not a term in the news, not a case in a textbook, but a living family member.

Just appeared at her best friend’s birthday party.

And that noble Ms. Kate was sitting intimately with Xiao Jing, and had just hugged and communicated.

Just at this moment, Meng Chuan, who was standing beside her, also moved.

Rapid footsteps sounded.

He walked quickly toward that booth area that was as calm as the eye of a storm.

However, his target was not the eye-catching Tang Song or Annie.

But the middle-aged man sitting steadily in the corner.

Because Tang Song and Annie’s appearance and aura were too conspicuous, causing many people not to pay much attention to him.

And with Meng Chuan’s abrupt action, everyone looked over one after another.

Meng Chuan stood cautiously behind the man’s side and bent slightly.

Because of excessive tension and excitement, his voice was somewhat out of tune: "Hello, Director Wu, it is a great honor to meet you here. I am Meng Chuan of Xinghan Investment, my father is Meng Dehai, I followed my father to attend the Asia-Pacific Financial Technology Summit last month, and I had a brief meeting with you with my father, I wonder if you still remember?"

"Hello."

Wu Kezhi nodded slightly, his voice steady and powerful, unable to tell joy or anger.

The crowd watching the movement here was shocked again.

This—this damn thing, where did another big god pop out from?!

Wu Kezhi didn't pay much attention to Meng Chuan, but pulled his attention back to Tang Song.

A look of thought flashed in his eyes, as if he were guessing something.

Meng Chuan stood behind his side, feeling countless probing gazes gathering on him, and the smile on his face gradually became awkward.

He couldn't leave, and he couldn't stay.

He and Conrad had had a conflict with Tang Song before, and later offended Annie Kate by mistake.

If he just left in a dejected manner now, he might be jointly "targeted" by these two parties in the future.

Although Xinghan Investment is powerful, it depends on who it is compared with!

He must find a way to break the situation, ease things, and find a step down.

Immediately, his gaze fell on Tian Chengye, who was looking at him with full shock not far away, recalling the attitude of Wu Kezhi and others toward him before.

A thought flashed in his mind instantly.

He walked quickly to Tian Chengye, a hint of just-right excitement on his face, "Director Tian, didn't you say before that you wanted to go to Singapore with me to visit Jingwu Capital when you had the chance?"

He paused, pointing excitedly at the steady middle-aged man in the corner of the booth, his tone heavy:

"This one, is the co-founder of Jingwu Capital, Chairman of the Board and Global CEO, Mr. Wu Kezhi!"

"Jingwu Capital?! Wu Kezhi?!" Tian Chengye blurted out, his heart shaking violently.

The surroundings were quiet for a moment, and then a series of violent exclamations erupted.

In the 2022 global private equity firm comprehensive ranking, Jingwu Capital had already ranked in the top ten.

Now, it is rumored that its managed asset scale has approached 300 billion US dollars.

Its business spans private equity, hedge funds, real estate, special opportunity investment, and many other sectors, with tentacles all over the global mainstream capital markets.

This is not a derivative background of any top-tier family descendant.

Nor is it like Ms. Ouyang’s gift or Director Jin’s assistant before, carrying a mysterious halo of "indirect awe."

This is power that can be truly quantified.

A capital tycoon who can directly decide the life and death of an enterprise and mobilize the flow of hundreds of billions of US dollars.

And at this moment, he appeared here so abruptly, sitting opposite Tang Song.

Qin Hua looked at the "big shots" like Wu Kezhi, Annie Kate, and Zheng Qiudong, looked at Tang Song who remained light and breezy, and looked at her best friend Xiao Jing whose face was "ruddy."

A feeling like a dream, extremely unreal, surged into her heart.

Immediately after, it was deep regret in her bones.

What she regretted was not just her own clever "breaking up" and "confrontation" before.

What she regretted even more was that she had missed the best opportunity to establish a connection with Tang Song.

Even at the beginning of the banquet, the moment she sensed Tang Song’s extraordinary nature, if she had quickly adjusted her mindset and contacted Tang Song with the identity of "Xiao Jing’s best friend," and her own excellent conditions and EQ, she could definitely have established a friendly relationship with him quickly.

But at that time—she was wholeheartedly putting all her attention on Conrad Mellon.

Complacent that she could act as the translator for that "Mr. Mellon," enjoying the envious gazes cast by everyone.

In the booth area.

Meng Chuan pulled Tian Chengye and began to exchange greetings with Wu Kezhi enthusiastically.

With the buffer of Tian Jing’s father’s identity, Wu Kezhi appeared much more polite than before.

The atmosphere was also slightly more harmonious.

Seeing this, Meng Chuan hurriedly picked up a glass of champagne, came to Conrad who was still standing stiffly on the side, and touched him lightly with his elbow,

and cast a look at him.

Conrad instantly recovered, looked at Tang Song, who was always calm and indifferent in front of him, with a stiff expression.

Finally understood what he should do.

He took a deep breath, his face revealing solemnity and humility.

Together with Meng Chuan, holding wine glasses, they stopped one step away in front of Tang Song.

Meng Chuan took the lead: "Mr. Tang, I had eyes but didn't recognize Mount Tai before, and my words were offensive, I hope you have a large amount and don't hold it against me."

Conrad Mellon followed closely: "Mr. Tang, please forgive my unforgivable rudeness."

After the two finished speaking, they drank the champagne in their hands in one gulp, and then bowed deeply.

With their "movement."

With their sudden "movement," the entire banquet hall instantly quieted down.

Everyone’s gaze focused on Tang Song, waiting for his reaction.

Tang Song still leaned on the back of the chair, his gaze just scanning them indifferently.

There was no anger, no joy, no pride in his gaze, not even a trace of emotional fluctuation.

Calm—as if looking at two unimportant furnishings. Then, he elegantly picked up a cherry on the table and sent it to his girlfriend’s mouth in a leisurely manner.

Xiao Jing, who was looking at him with worship and had her cute mouth slightly open, bit down subconsciously.

The full, sweet juice spread in her mouth.

Her soft lips touched Tang Song’s long, distinct fingers.

Being in such a special atmosphere, looking at Tang Song, who was like a "god" beside her, feeling the cool touch coming from his "man-god hand."

An indescribable sense of stimulation gave her fine goosebumps all over.

Ah ah ah! Tang Song!

This is—this is the aura of the final BOSS appearing!

Too handsome! So handsome that my legs are soft!

I really want to kneel down and offer my loyalty right now!

On the other side, Xu Qing, who had sneaked over from the stage.

Looking at this "Ultimate Battle Tyrannosaurus" Xiao Songzi in front of her, she even forgot to put the melon-eating cookies in her hand into her mouth; in those pitch-black big eyes, there was thick annoyance.

Damn Xiao Songzi! He’s a pervert to me! He turned into a "domineering president" to Xiao Jing!

I’ll let you get slapped in the face in the book later, and then kneel and beg me to save you!

Meng Chuan and Conrad, who were standing there bending over, had faces turning red and white, embarrassed to the extreme, but didn't know what to do.

The other party was clearly ignoring them completely.

The subtext was also:

[I heard your apologies and repentance, but you are not qualified to make me waste my breath]

Just at this moment.

With a light "clack," Shangguan Qiuya put the wine glass in her hand back on the table.

She reminded Xiao Jing, who was immersed in dizziness, with a smile: "Xiao Jing, the time is almost up, isn't it time to proceed to the segment you’ve been looking forward to most?"

She didn't come here for "showing off" or "supporting the scene," but to perfectly execute every task Director Jin had ordered.

Xiao Jing’s eyes flashed, and she immediately came back to her senses, "Oh! That’s right! Almost forgot such an important thing!"

She stood up quickly, clapped her hands crisply, attracting the attention of the whole room.

"Next, it’s our most fun 'Love’s Blind Box' segment of the night!"

She waved playfully in the direction of the main stage.

The host immediately understood and returned to the stage, his enthusiastic voice echoing in the banquet hall, allowing everyone’s emotions to be buffered.

Accompanied by cheerful music, everyone began to gather in the direction of the main stage.

After Tang Song and the others’ figures also merged into the crowd, Meng Chuan and Conrad let out a long breath.

Conrad subconsciously touched his bow tie, only to find that the shirt on his back had long been soaked with cold sweat.

He looked at Meng Chuan with lingering fear and said something in a very low voice.

Meng Chuan’s face was pale, and he nodded heavily.

Then, the two left the birthday party scene low-key.

In front of the main stage, the atmosphere was lively and somewhat weird.

The crowd subconsciously left a "vacuum" area for Tang Song and the group beside him.

Qin Dechang and several business elders wanted to go up and talk several times, but stopped in front of that invisible aura, and finally could only stand on the periphery awkwardly.

Accompanied by lights and music, Xiao Jing walked onto the stage elegantly.

Everyone’s gifts had been put into uniform-sized log-colored paper boxes and placed on the right side of the stage.

There were no markings on them.

The high-definition camera on the table in the center of the stage projected her every move onto the giant LED screen behind her in real-time.

Guided by the host.

Soon, the first blind box was selected and opened.

It was from her friend Zhang Yuxin, a latest DIOR necklace.

Under the host’s mobilization, everyone gave face and cheered and applauded.

Next, Xiao Jing seemed to point to a box in the lower right corner again.

The etiquette lady immediately handed that box over.

Xiao Jing took the gift to the center of the stage table, her heartbeat accelerating uncontrollably.

She knew that this was Tang Song’s gift.

In this box, besides the gift Tang Song prepared himself, she had deliberately added "material"—

A ring symbolizing eternal love.

In her original ultimate script, it was to open the gift under the gaze of everyone, and then shyly and surprisingly "discover" this ring.

Accept Tang Song’s "official announcement," and complete the final coronation of her "main palace" status!

So pulling Xu Qing over, and even using her to help her stuff it in, also had this kind of bad taste.

If Tang Song was angry because of her calculation afterward, then at worst, she would just be severely "punished" by him afterward!

But now she didn't dare.

Although she was naive on the surface, she was smarter than anyone in her heart.

Annie Kate, Wu Kezhi, Zheng Qiudong...

The appearance of these people made her understand many, many things.

And also made her clearly realize that Tang Song was the true, ultimate BOSS hidden behind all the fog.

The previous him were just "traveling in the world."

She, Xiao Jing, might indeed be an important "heroine" in his heart, but only one of them.

For example, that domineering and crazy foreign beauty was definitely her strongest rival in this life!

If she dared to use Tang Song for an "official announcement and proposal" in such a situation surrounded by wolves—

Then the outcome would probably be very miserable.

And, with Tang Song’s current trump cards and status.

Even if they didn't get married, she estimated that her father and mother wouldn't have any opinions.

Xiao Jing bit her lip and quickly put away all the little thoughts she shouldn't have.

She tore open the sealing tape of the paper box, ignored the ring gift box, took out an exquisite and beautiful golden gift box from inside, and placed it gently on the table in the center of the stage.

The high-definition camera gave a close-up, and the paper note stuck on it clearly wrote: Tang Song.

Everyone’s spirit was lifted, their eyes staring fixedly at that golden box.

Now they already knew that this boyfriend of Xiao Jing’s was unfathomable, so they were extremely curious about what gift he would send.

A shy and expectant expression appeared on Xiao Jing’s face, "Wow, so lucky, I actually picked the one I was looking forward to most!"

Under everyone’s gaze.

She took a deep breath, untied the ribbon with her slender fingers, and opened the lid.

The next second.

Not only the audience off stage, but even Xiao Jing herself was stunned.

(OWO)!

Tian Chengye and his wife Chen Man looked at each other, both seeing deep shock in each other’s eyes.

What was lying quietly in the gift box was not some rare jewelry, nor some limited-edition famous bag or handmade item full of heart.

But a thick stack of neatly bound documents.

On the lower left corner of the title page, the watermark LOGO of "Quan Jing Law Firm" was clearly printed.

What is the situation?

A wave of uncontrollable commotion sounded off stage, everyone whispering to each other, their faces full of surprise and doubt.

Xiao Jing blinked, subconsciously looking at her boyfriend standing below the stage.

Tang Song stood there with an elegant demeanor, a hint of an imperceptible, encouraging smile on his face.

Deep in his eyes was a light as deep as the starry sky that she couldn't read.

Getting his "signal," Xiao Jing took a deep breath and lifted the first page of the document in doubt.

A bolded title broke into her sight without warning, and also appeared on the giant LED screen on the stage through the high-definition camera.

"Equity Transfer Agreement Regarding 'Jingyi Asset Management (Beijing) Co., Ltd.'"

Tian Chengye was instantly stunned in place, feeling his heart being gripped fiercely by an invisible hand, almost stopping beating!

"Wow—"

Uncontrollable discussion and exclamations sounded.

Exploding in the banquet hall like a tide.

Even if they didn't know what "Jingyi Asset" was, just looking at the words "Asset Management Company" and "Equity Transfer Agreement."

They understood how unique this gift was.

Not to mention, many people present today knew more or less that in order to fill the hole, Tian Chengye had sold 7.5% of Jinxiu Trading’s equity to this company with a mysterious background.

At this moment, when these key pieces of information were instantly connected in their minds.

They gasped in unison, their faces revealing extremely unbelievable expressions.

And then.

More impactful information appeared on the big screen.

Summary of core terms:

Transfer subject: 100% equity of "Jingyi Asset Management (Beijing) Co., Ltd.", transferred to the transferee (Tian Jing).

Core asset disclosure: As of the signing of this agreement, the core assets held by the subject company (Jingyi Asset) are: 112,500,000 shares of "Jinxiu Trading Group Co., Ltd." unlisted circulating shares (shareholding ratio 7.5%).

On the stage, the expression on Xiao Jing’s face, which always carried a bit of cleverness and sweetness, had completely spiraled out of control.

Large teardrops rolled uncontrollably from her big, beautiful eyes.

Sliding down her smooth, fair cheeks, drawing crystal-clear traces, blurring her exquisite makeup.