Chapter 572: Meeting at the Peak, Tangjin Family Office (Two-in-One)

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

which, in the officialdom that places extreme emphasis on etiquette and propriety, was almost a signal of the highest standard, expressing closeness and importance.

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

"President Tang! Welcome, welcome!"

"I've long heard of the great name of Rongliu Capital; I didn't expect the chairman to be a talent from our Quancheng; it's truly the pride of our hometown!"

"President Tang is young and promising; you must come back to visit more often in the future and give more guidance for the development of our hometown!"

One by one, the leading cadres who could be called "big figures" locally stepped forward, engaging in brief pleasantries with Tang Song in an extremely respectful posture.

Tang Song, who was in the midst of it, always wore a confident and composed smile, responding with ease.

In the crowd in the square, a buzz of discussion that could no longer be suppressed gradually broke out.

Wang Zhigang of the Mining Construction Company stood blankly at the edge of the crowd, his gaze shifting back and forth between Liu Qingning and Tang Song, a layer of cold sweat instantly squeezing 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 before.

If he had said even half a wrong word and slightly offended this "true god," the consequences were something he didn't even dare to imagine!

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

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

As "celebrities" participating in the school anniversary.

They all knew very well that to be able to have Mayor Li bring his core team members to such a solemn "welcome" at a county middle school anniversary,

what kind of existence that would be.

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

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 fanatical mentality, fantasizing about getting to know this "handsome and rich programmer," and maybe even developing something.

But the scene before her eyes—where is this any programmer?!

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

"He—my god, what is the situation?" Sun Xiaonan was still muttering blankly. "Just now the mayor and the others introduced him, I heard it seemed to be called some chairman?"

"I don't know either—"

Deng Yazi shook her head, blankly watching Tang Song, who was surrounded like stars holding the moon.

At twenty-six or twenty-seven, he was wearing a high-end custom suit, his figure handsome and straight, his temperament outstanding.

Standing among a group of slightly wealthy-looking middle-aged leaders, he was like a crane in a flock of chickens.

It glowed with a warm, gentle luster under the winter sun, and the person exuded a heart-palpitating sense of poise and composure that only belonged to the top-tier elite.

She couldn't connect this person before her eyes with the old classmate who had talked gently with her in casual jackets last night; even less could she connect him with the teenage Tang Song who sweated on the basketball court in her memory.

Yet, the person before her, with those sharp, spirited features, seemed as if he had been imprinted, unchanged, from those sealed-away years of youth.

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

Just at this time, a low reprimand 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 team, Liu Jianjun, staring at her with a livid face.

"What are you spacing out for? Did I give you the camera to play with? Hurry up and follow!"

The host in front, Xie Xuan, 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 short exclusive interview later."

Deng Yazi hurriedly lowered her head: "Sorry, Director Liu, Sister Xuan, I..."

She had indeed been a bit out of character just now, mainly because the shock given to her by her old classmate Tang Song was truly too great, and her brain was still "buzzing" now. Liu Jianjun swept an unsatisfied look at her, didn't say anything more, and threw his gaze back to Xie Xuan and the main cameraman, his expression becoming incomparably serious.

"This is very obvious; the city is using the school anniversary as a pretext to facilitate a major investment attraction. To be able to have Mayor Li personally come out to receive him, the other party's background is absolutely unimaginable! 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 absolutely be a sure thing!"

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

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

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

"Click—"

The shutter sound was crisp.

At the very moment the photo was frozen, as if feeling something, Tang Song in the center of the crowd actually really threw his gaze toward this inconspicuous corner of hers through the heavy crowd.

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

This subtle action, however, made Deng Yazi feel somewhat flattered.

She, who had always been carefree in social situations, suddenly became at a loss.

Her cheeks flushed bright red in a "brush," and for a time, she didn't know whether to respond or lower her head.

Just at this time, the crowd was in a stir again.

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

"President Tang, hello, hello!" Zhao Rui's face, which always carried a bit of elite arrogance, was now piled with a humble and enthusiastic smile.

He bowed slightly, taking the initiative to extend both hands: "I am Zhao Rui, class of '14, currently working in the investment banking department of CICC. I've long heard of the great name of Rongliu Capital; I didn't expect the chairman to be an alumnus of our No. 1 Middle School; it's truly an honor!"

"President Tang, I am Li Yunfan of Maixiangyuan! Long heard of your great name, hope President Tang will take care of me in the future!"

Facing the self-introductions 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 increasingly excited and honored.

Deng Yazi watched this incredible scene blankly from not far away.

Those two seniors who were previously high and unreachable in her eyes were actually not even qualified for equal dialogue 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 respectfully made a "please" gesture, leading the city leaders and Tang Song and others toward the VIP negotiation room that had been prepared long ago.

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

The column team's staff also immediately carried their machines, preparing to follow up to snatch the footage.

Director Liu scolded in a low voice: "Deng Yazi, spacing out again!"

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

Xie Xuan lowered her voice: "That one in the gray suit and glasses is Minister Lin, he must see us, so that if there is an opportunity for an interview or report 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 as they passed the crowd of the "Quancheng Observation" column team, his figure suddenly stopped.

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

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

I have some things to deal with here, I'll come find you to chat properly later."

"Brush! Brush! Brush!"

Almost instantly, the gazes of everyone present—the mayor's, the county officials', the principal's, Liu Qingning's, and all her colleagues'—were all 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 at her, leaving with a smile.

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

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

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

"High school classmate, that's good!" Director Liu's face, which was always stiff, also carried shock and enthusiasm. "High school classmate is good! This emotional foundation is what you call solid!"

The column team members finally woke up from a dream, but the gazes they looked at Deng Yazi with had completely changed.

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

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

In the crowd of alumni around, a violent discussion finally erupted.

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

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"I heard the mayor call him President Tang, and he's the chairman of Rongliu Capital? How could he be so young?"

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

"Not from 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 as high as 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 piece of incredible exclamation sounded.

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

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

Then, she directly shoved her phone screen in front of Deng Yazi.

Deng Yazi looked down mechanically at the phone screen.

On it were news headlines from top global financial media.

[Kate Trust and Tangjin Office jointly inject capital, 10 billion USD mother fund reshapes Asian PE landscape]

[Confluent Capital: A New Powerhouse Emerges in Hong Kong's Financial Hub]

Bloomberg, Reuters, The Wall Street Journal, etc.

As a senior reporter who had been struggling 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 watched blankly, feeling that she was not watching news, but a blockbuster commercial movie with her old classmate as the protagonist.

The exclamation of the crowd gradually fell.

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

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

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

Here, long guns and short cannons were set up, the view was excellent, and every detail on the podium could be shot without dead angles.

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

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

The entire venue was filled with a solemn and warm atmosphere.

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

Finally, he walked to Deng Yazi's side.

The majesty of the leader on his face had long since vanished, replaced by a near-flattering enthusiasm.

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

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-wide Excellent News Worker'!"

Listening to this promise that was once unreachable, Deng Yazi's heart skipped a beat, but she still shook her head with a bitter smile: "Director Liu, I—I haven't seen him for many years, our relationship really isn't as good as you think."

Sun Xiaonan beside her moved her face, seeming to want to say something.

Just at this time, a slight stir came from the entrance of the media area.

Deputy Minister Lin Haisheng of the Municipal Propaganda Department walked straight over, accompanied by the County Propaganda Officer.

Director Liu immediately stood up like a spring, greeting him with a full face of smiles: "Minister Lin! Why did you come in person!"

Xie Xuan and others also hurriedly tidied their demeanor and greeted excitedly: "Minister Lin, hello!"

Minister Lin nodded lightly, his expression maintaining a consistent warmth and elegance.

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

"Little Deng, is it you? Deng Yazi?"

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

Deng Yazi's heart tightened, almost instinctively bowing, her voice carrying uncontrollable 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; TV stations, City Daily, Evening News, and all other local mainstream media were essentially under their leadership.

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

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

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

"It's like this, Mayor Li and President 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 there needs to be a trusted media reporter to participate in the subsequent internal negotiation session, responsible for image recording and follow-up reporting."

Minister Lin looked at her meaningfully, a kind of guiding certainty in his eyes. "President Tang personally recommended you to the mayor, hoping 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 filled with disbelief and ecstasy.

They never thought that in a meeting of this standard, Deng Yazi, this "little transparent" reporter, would become a participant in the core session.

Deng Yazi trembled slightly, her breathing hurried, her heart sounding like a drum.

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

Minister Lin nodded with satisfaction and raised his hand politely: "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, she walked into the door of that negotiation room.

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

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

On the table were exquisite tea sets and thick folders.

The air was filled with a strong solemn atmosphere.

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

Liu Qingning, who was sitting close to his side, had also shed the youthful awkwardness in her impression, her posture dignified, her aura full.

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

Liu Qingning also threw her an encouraging and friendly smile.

Deng Yazi hurriedly bowed and greeted them silently.

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

She adjusted the camera position nervously and, with trembling hands, placed the recording pen above her knees.

Soon, the meeting returned to 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 symbolically take out 500 million as an LP. We, Rongliu Capital, can contribute 2.5 billion as the cornerstone. For the remaining 2 billion, I will invite several domestic industrial capitals to join together through my channels."

The NDRC director nodded busily on the side: "Yes! President Tang is right! Only in this way will external head funds dare to truly follow up!"

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

The voices on the negotiation table rose and fell.

Deng Yazi, while pressing the shutter, listened.

Her gaze, however, was gradually completely attracted by Tang Song.

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

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

was clearly displayed before her eyes in his unhurried narration.

She heard a grand conception she had never heard of, called "Industrial Ecosystem Mother Fund."

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

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

Helping them break through technical barriers and enter [Tangyi Precision]'s global top-tier supply chain system;

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 World], building a complete, thousand-billion-level intelligent hardware industrial chain on Quancheng's land. Deng Yazi felt her scalp tingle.

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

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

That meant tens of thousands of high-tech, high-paying jobs, enough to let countless young people like her who were drifting outside find a reason to return home to develop.

That meant this stagnant old industrial city would get a real opportunity to overtake on a bend!

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

The municipal government leaders had long since lost their previous composure.

Each one was radiant, their bodies leaning forward slightly, their eyes flashing with uncontrollable, scorching light, like a group of desert travelers who had seen 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 province's greatest expectations.

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

The one who said "meet at the peak" and "want to make big money, get rich, and give back to the hometown" in front of the camera.

All these years she had always thought that he was the same as her, the same as everyone around her.

Long ago smoothed out by reality, running around for life.

But she didn't expect that the once spirited boy would eventually fulfill his promise from back then in a way she had never imagined, radiant to the point of being almost unreal.

He not only caught up with the light.

He himself, became the light.

In fact, she herself loved her hometown very much.

The reason she took the exam back to Quancheng TV Station was to hope to use the pen and camera in her hand to record the changes in this city, to discover those beauties that had been ignored, and to contribute a little insignificant strength to the development of her hometown.

A surge of indescribable, mixed with shock, joy, and pride, gradually surged into her heart.

Soon, with the secretary's reminder, the conversation gradually fell.

As the time for the anniversary to officially begin approached, everyone stood up one after another.

"Click—" The photo-taking sound rang out.

Tang Song and Mayor Li shook hands in a friendly manner, saying steadily: "Mayor, please rest assured. This afternoon, a complete team from Rongliu Capital will arrive in Quancheng, responsible for connecting with the city on specific promotion plans. There's no need to wait for detail work; we will quickly promote the landing and execution of the plan."

One sentence made everyone present's heart tremble.

Li Jiping was stunned for a moment, his voice even slightly excited: "Good! President Tang is truly swift and decisive! I didn't expect you to be so well prepared, so straightforward! To have such a proud son in the hometown is truly the glory of Quancheng!"

The surrounding NDRC director, county official Zhang Chengming, and others also nodded and praised one after another, their expressions unable to hide their shock.

In their usual experience, the landing negotiation of top-tier capital takes months, or even a year and a half.

But Tang Song's decisive attitude completely overturned their cognition.

Tang Song paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, turning to slightly raise a hand beside him, introducing: "Additionally, Mayor, please rest assured, Qingning is not only the person in charge of Qingmi AI, but also one of the future core persons in charge of the [Xuanji Light World] project."

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

Shock and heat intertwined.

They had just heard Tang Song specifically introduce her as the general manager of Qingmi AI, a subsidiary of Qingning Technology, but didn't expect her to also be involved in a strategic project like Xuanji Light World, which could be called a "future industrial outlet."

No wonder Tang Song would include the hardware link into Quancheng's strategic layout without hesitation 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 composure that did not match her age.

"Leaders, please rest assured, this is my hometown. In future cooperation projects in Quancheng, I will go all out and do my best."

At 10:00 AM sharp, the salute sounded.

The 50th Anniversary Ceremony of Jingxian No. 1 Middle School slowly opened amidst the impassioned school song.

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

Alumni from all walks of life, entrepreneurs, and some student representatives gathered together.

Warm and solemn.

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

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

After an enthusiastic opening remark.

The introduction session officially began.

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

The audience instantly erupted with thunderous applause.

After introducing several other important leaders who arrived.

The host's voice paused, his tone involuntarily rising several degrees, filled with uncontrollable excitement and pride:

"Next, what we want to welcome is the outstanding alumnus of our Jingxian No. 1 Middle School! He is also the chairman of the global top-tier private equity institution [Rongliu Capital]! And even more so, the most important strategic cooperation partner for Quancheng's future industrial upgrade! Let us welcome—Mr. Tang Song with the warmest applause!"

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

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

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

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

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

In Liu Qingning's eyes, which were always clear and stubborn, a gentle smile that could melt the entire winter bloomed.

In the familiar school campus that carried all their youth;

On the anniversary stage that was the focus of all attention:

That teenage vow about "meeting at the peak."

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

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Singapore, Tangyi Precision branch.

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

Her heart, however, was far from as calm as the scenery before her.

It had finally come to this day.

That "special advisory seat" that she had actively fought for at the beginning was now a done deal, and she couldn't retreat at all.

She could only bite the bullet and go up, just hoping that nothing out of control would happen in the conference room later.

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

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

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"Creak—" The lounge door was opened.

Behind her came Ouyang Xianyue's voice, calm as water: "Are you nervous?"

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

She was wearing a simple white silk jumpsuit today, making her look even more graceful and luxurious.

"A little." Wen Ruan's chest rose and fell slightly, admitting it frankly.

Ouyang stepped forward, stood beside her, and her gaze also looked toward the window.

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; don't have psychological burdens."

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

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

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

"Ms. Ouyang, Wen Ruan."

"Sister Xiangwan."

Mo Xiangwan stepped forward, patted Wen Ruan's arm intimately, and complimented her makeup and outfit today.

Only then did she change the subject, her eyes filled with encouragement: "Congratulations, Wen Ruan. You must not underestimate yourself; you are the protagonist today."

After hearing these words, Wen Ruan only felt speechless.

Good guy, you are all taking turns to brainwash me!

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

You want me to directly confront Director Jin, your servant... your servant 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 Tangjin Family Office.

Wen Ruan followed behind Ouyang Xianyue, passing through a quiet 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 instant, Wen Ruan's breathing stopped for half a beat.

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

No extra decoration, solemn and quiet.

One could clearly smell the scent in the air, a mixture of high-end leather, quiet wood fragrance, and faint disinfectant, unique to the top 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 lights; on the other side, Zheng Qiudong sat upright, exchanging glances with the great lawyer Luo Bin without changing his expression.

And about three meters behind them, seats were arranged in concentric circles, more numerous and denser.

There, some people were sitting scattered, core executives of [Tangjin] responsible for different business sectors from all over the world.

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

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

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

This highly ritualistic scene made Wen Ruan's heartbeat skip half a beat.

As the distance got closer, her heartbeat got faster and faster.

"Look who is here." Annie stood up, her voice carrying a hint of the unique accent of American English. "Wendy, we finally meet again, I missed you very much."

"Hello, Annie."

Wen Ruan took the initiative to reach out, but Annie stepped forward directly, gave her a solid hug, and kissed her on the cheek.

Two pairs of big Es collided, and for a time, waves were surging.

Wen Ruan's mouth twitched, still not used to the other party's such intimacy.

For some reason, she felt that Annie, who she met this time, seemed to have less provocation and was much more "docile" than last time.

After all, when they first met, this unruly aristocratic lady, the big foreign horse, had truly given her a huge shock.

After the two interacted intimately.

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

After pleasantries.

Wen Ruan finally saw the position belonging to her beside this central round table symbolizing the highest power.

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

[Special Advisory Seat - Wen Ruan (Wendy)]

Under Ouyang Xianyue's signal, Wen Ruan sat down slowly.

The cold leather touch made her unable to help but hold her breath, the smooth and cold marble tabletop reflecting her slightly nervous face.

Here, it was the central area symbolizing the highest power of [Tangjin].

And Mo Xiangwan, who followed in, sat down quietly in an empty seat in the second circle on the outside.

On that seat, there was no nameplate information.

Just as she said before, this highest-level meeting today.

Wen Ruan was the true protagonist.

Mo Xiangwan was only allowed to join as an attendee because of Tang Song's promise and Ouyang Xianyue's strong recommendation.

She hadn't been formally assigned a field within the family office system, nor had she been granted a clear "seat."

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

Taking advantage of her "joining the job," she logically pushed Mo Xiangwan, an important ally, onto this poker table of power.

10:00 AM.

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

A steady and rhythmic sound of footsteps came from far to near, clearly coming from outside the door.

Everyone present cast their gaze toward the door.

Wen Ruan's heart jumped, and she followed everyone to stand up from her seat.

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

She was wearing a light-colored custom suit, without any extra decoration, but with the top-tier fabric and tailoring, she set off her perfect shoulder and neck lines even more outstandingly.

Her soft brown long hair was casually coiled at the back of her head, the hair roots standing upright and fluffy, the stray hairs on both sides hanging down like light smoke, outlining a beautiful and peerless face.

Her pace was unhurried, that figure that could be called the golden ratio displayed to the fullest under the minimalist outfit.

Her whole body radiated a calm and powerful aura.

Following closely behind her were core executive teams from major global financial centers like New York, London, Tokyo, etc.

Each one in suits and leather shoes, their eyes bright and sharp.

In the conference room, the crowd that had already sat down stood up again one after another.

Sounds of respectful "Director Jin," "Mira" rose and fell one after another.

Jin Meixiao just nodded calmly in response, her pace without the slightest pause.

She walked straight to the main seat at the central conference table, didn't sit down immediately, but turned around first, her calm gaze slowly sweeping across the audience, while the batch of core executives who followed her in quickly found their corresponding nameplates in the second and third circles of seats on the outside.

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

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

Especially being in such a power field with strict hierarchy and orderly discipline.

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

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

Last time at the TC club meeting, she still felt that the legendary Director Jin 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 oppression of this business legend.

Just at this time, Secretary Jin's gaze flowed over and touched hers.

Wen Ruan's heart jumped slightly, and she took the initiative to greet again: "Director Jin."

Secretary Jin nodded slightly.

The 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."

"From today on, Ms. Wen Ruan will serve in the special advisory seat of the Tangjin Family Office. I personally look forward to her bringing more diverse, fresh perspectives from the forefront of the market to our rigorous decision-making system."

"Welcome, Wen Ruan."

Warm applause sounded in the conference room. Secretary Jin's gaze fell back on Wen Ruan, a very beautiful smile appearing on her face.

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

It was just like the feeling of lying on the same bed as the drunk Su Yu.

Too beautiful!

If the drunk Su Yu was a beautiful poppy that was dangerous and tempting to sink into.

Then Director Jin at this moment was a towering iceberg floating on the ocean of power.

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

(OwO")!

Wait... there is another problem... am I going to "confront" Jin Meixiao in such a scene later?

Wait... there’s another question: am I expected to "go head-to-head" with Jin Meixiao in a scene like that later?