[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-maxing-out-charisma-inheriting-game-assets":3,"chapter-maxing-out-charisma-inheriting-game-assets-maxing-out-charisma-inheriting-game-assets-chapter-756":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1706067,2178,"Chapter 755: Smile Holdings","maxing-out-charisma-inheriting-game-assets-chapter-756",756,"\u003Cp>Eastern U.S. time, 6:50 a.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Plaza, The T.J. Suite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the window, Central Park lay shrouded in bluish-gray morning mist, like a painting not yet fully awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The master bedroom door opened silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn't wearing one of those sharp, imposing professional suits;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>instead she wore an off-white knit sweater paired with wide-legged trousers in matching tones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft, simple, and utterly sophisticated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She first glanced toward the guest bedroom across the hall, pausing for a moment before that tightly shut door, a faint, almost imperceptible smile tugging at her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the low, steady mechanical hum from the living room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the island counter of the open kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song stood with his back to her, a straight, commanding silhouette.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was operating the coffee machine with elegant, practiced movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing the motion behind him, he turned his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good morning, Secretary Jin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was low and magnetic, extraordinarily enticing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin stopped a few steps away, arms folded, lifting an eyebrow: “Good morning, President Tang. But I think you should change your wording.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song raised his eyebrows and obligingly shifted tone to formal and deferential: “Apologies, I misspoke. Good morning, Director Jin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did she give a shallow smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment the whole suite seemed to brighten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaning lightly against the island counter, Secretary Jin continued the topics they hadn't finished last night with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn't in heels, and her tone carried that lazy, relaxed feel unique to early morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet her wording remained precise, professional, and logically airtight, unaffected by the setting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, New York morning light was rising slowly, filtering through partly drawn curtains and falling warmly and softly on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song’s gaze inevitably lingered on her small gestures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curve when she pursed her lips, the calm in a slight eyebrow lift, the grace when she shifted posture...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how he looked, it was beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That itch in his chest made it impossible to focus on the coffee’s temperature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He handed her the latte with perfectly frothed milk: “Try it, how does it taste?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin took the steaming latte casually, leaned elegantly on the counter’s edge, and sipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rich coffee aroma spread across her palate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm... the aroma is very full, but it’s a little bitter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her critical tone hid an unmistakable joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song gave a soft laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course he knew—like Liu Qingning, Secretary Jin was a die-hard sweets person, naturally averse to bitterness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?” He feigned surprise and leaned in slightly, raising an eyebrow. “But I distinctly remember adding two helpings of sugar for you. Director Jin, are your tastes a little picky today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin lifted the cup, half-smiling: “Why don’t you try it yourself?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song looked at her but did not lower his head to drink from the cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead he kissed the coffee-tinged corner of her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a kiss warmed by morning light, with a cashmere scent and the bittersweet of coffee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gentle, yet focused enough to make the skin tingle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if he wanted to draw every ounce of her mood and strength from her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, Tang Song stepped back a little and lightly wiped her mouth with his thumb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a mock-serious tone he commented, “Hm, Director Jin was right, it’s a touch bitter. Looks like it needs a little more sweetness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin glanced at him;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>her ears flushed slightly but she said nothing, lowering her head to continue sipping coffee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smile in her eyes deepened quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, the apartment’s butler rolled in a breakfast cart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silver lids were lifted, releasing delicate aromas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truffle scrambled eggs, thinly sliced smoked salmon, croissants, low-sugar yogurt with blueberries...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two of them sat at the round table by the floor-to-ceiling window, eating and talking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below them Central Park still lay in morning mist, and Manhattan’s clustered skyscrapers rose in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…At nine o’clock the management team will have a preparatory meeting. I’ll give a fifteen-minute annual report first. President Tang, do you want to prepare a statement of the shareholders’ position? After all, this is your first time attending in that capacity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song cut a small piece of croissant with elegance, dipped it in jam, and naturally brought it to her lips: “No need.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So confident?” Secretary Jin tilted her head slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. With you here, I don’t worry about anything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…emm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>7:30 a.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding-dong —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A doorbell sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shangguan Qiuyas entered carrying two dust covers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore a well-trained black uniform, professional and neat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good morning, President Tang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director Jin, these are the outfits you’ll wear today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t help but glance up at Director Jin sitting on the living room sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her complexion was flushed, her eyes soft;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that usually rational face bore an inexplicable relaxed expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shangguan Qiuyas was filled with emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been ages since she’d seen Director Jin look this gentle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truly beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This also meant Director Jin had been very happy and very satisfied last night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>President Tang really is Director Jin’s best medicine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he kept her company often, Shangguan’s job as a personal assistant would become so much easier!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll go change.” Secretary Jin stood and nodded at Tang Song, then went with Shangguan Qiuyas into the master bedroom’s dressing room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After they disappeared, Tang Song rose, took the stairs up to the 19th floor, and carefully changed into the Outfit - Mist Gentleman in the cloakroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin’s level was too high;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>after spending time with her, he always found himself leaking emotion, influenced by her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today’s shareholders’ meeting would bring almost every core executive of Smile Holdings together;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the scene would be enormous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To better perform the role-interaction task, he needed to activate this small auxiliary to maintain absolute composure and presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He went downstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin had not yet emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly she needed time to arm herself, to be precise and perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was her usual style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song sat alone on the sofa, scrolling through morning news on his phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smokescreen released at yesterday’s cocktail event had stirred a massive wave through the financial world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mainstream media were mostly discussing the Tang Jin asset restructuring—after all, this touched global interests on many fronts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in tech sections, reports naming the new global CEO of Xuanji Optical World were taking prominent spots,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>mostly titled as the new global CEO of Xuanji Optical World.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frankly, on Wall Street, a private equity firm the size of Rongliu Capital wasn’t all that eye-catching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rather, the star project Xuanji Optical World drew more attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding-dong —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doorbell rang again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song put away his phone and opened the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, his two female assistants had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Morning, BOSS.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Morning, Luna, Shirley.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After brief greetings they entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both had clearly been carefully prepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yuyan wore a perfectly tailored dark gray suit, her hair neatly pinned, commuter makeup applied with precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes bright and steady, she radiated a refreshed vigor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Muxue wore a designer white suit dress;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>her makeup was heavier than usual, looking stunning yet slightly cautious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after Secretary Jin’s “beauty baptism,” seeing two curvaceous, long-legged female assistants made Tang Song even more elated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is emotional value.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yuyan pursed her lips and kept stealing glances at Tang Song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After returning to the hotel last night she had tossed and turned in the big bed until two melatonin tablets finally let her sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song’s deepest secret had been exposed, shattering and reassembling her worldview.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She still felt a little dizzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She finally understood why Lin Muxue, normally flamboyant, became so obedient in New York.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And why Su Yu had been so generous to come to Yancheng to win them over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because in front of Director Jin, they all felt so insignificant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she quickly adjusted her mindset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing beside Tang Song, she began methodically reporting today’s agenda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Muxue helped Tang Song tidy up things and added schedule details, then stood resolutely to the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two assistants, usually at each other’s throats, were unexpectedly coordinated and harmonious right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was probably the most united they’d been since they met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the Empress Muxue had no other thoughts right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just because her period had come, but because today she would meet “Golden Misfortune.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t know what Director Jin intended to do to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time she thought about it, she felt a sudden urge to pee and a chill down her spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More crucially, much of her current work had inadvertently taken over parts of Director Jin’s previous responsibilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Director Jin had specially called Shen Yuyan over—clearly there was intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She touched the faintly glowing Luna’s Moonlight Watch on her wrist and felt a little steadier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da, da, da—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A measured, unhurried rhythm of high heel footsteps echoed from deep within the master bedroom corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound wasn’t loud, but each step seemed to land on a spot of the heart, possessing a unique cadence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yuyan and Lin Muxue both lifted their heads instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their pupils contracted almost simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A familiar and suffocating figure appeared at the end of the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore a dark women’s suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stiff fabric and sharp lines perfectly outlined her golden-proportion figure and slender waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t wearing glasses;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>her clear, spirited eyes were unusually bright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although a gentle smile played at her lips, her exquisitely beautiful face radiated an indescribable nobility and authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made people afraid to look directly at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her presence filled the air the moment she appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Di... Director Jin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director Jin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both of them immediately tensed, voices trembling with uncontrollable panic and even a quaver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by where she appeared, she had stayed in this suite last night—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>in other words, she had lived here with Tang Song!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this unprepared “morning encounter” in such an intimate setting sent both their hearts to their throats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin walked with composed steps, drawing closer slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze drifted lightly over the two of them, unhidden yet graceful,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as if she were evaluating them from head to toe, inside out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yuyan’s hands pressed automatically against her trouser seams;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>her palms were cold with sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was her ultimate idol, the image she had fantasized about late into countless nights—Ms. Smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after all the psychological preparation, facing her in person still made her legs go weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her presence there was no thought of resistance or competition, only instinctive submission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Muxue was even more breathless, instinctively shrinking toward Tang Song as if she wanted to hide in the floor,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh no, this look... it’s clearly aimed at Little Xue!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hoped she wouldn’t be examined on the spot or have her KPIs grilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would she be publicly questioned? Shot down by glaring looks? Called out for being too dumb?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A huge fear of being stained by red hair and ruined in old age gripped the Empress Muxue, tightening her bladder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Luna’s Moonlight Watch was in effect, helping her stay composed and dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All right, time’s about right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song glanced at his watch, stood, and broke the tense pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.” Secretary Jin nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly she smiled, then walked directly up to Tang Song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were very close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She reached out;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>her slender fingertips lightly brushed his collar, straightening the already immaculate tie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, her palm patted the lapel of his suit, smoothing a nonexistent wrinkle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gesture was intimate and natural, radiating the unquestioned air of a hostess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go,” she said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>............\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fleet of black luxury cars, like a silent, dignified dragon, slowly departed The Plaza and merged into Manhattan’s morning traffic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stopped finally in the core of Hudson Yards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Car doors opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song stepped out, not in a hurry, standing at the curb and tilting his head slightly, letting his gaze follow the skyscraper’s straight ascent into the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>30 Hudson Yards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It soared 395 meters and had the Western Hemisphere’s highest outdoor observation deck, The Edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overlooking the surging rivers and the city’s bustle below, it symbolized ambition, height, and absolute control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Manhattan’s newest emblem of commercial power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the global nerve centers of asset flows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Smile Holdings’ power core in North America.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Footsteps gathered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin stepped out of another car, steady and erect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her dark professional suit shimmered with a low-key yet dazzling texture in the morning light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She merged perfectly with the austere lines of the building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No need for words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They entered the building side by side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind them Shangguan Qiuyas, Sarah, Shen Yuyan, Lin Muxue, and assistants and aides from various departments maintained precise spacing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The procession flowed silently, but with an immediately perceptible order and hierarchy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They passed through the soaring glass lobby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of leather soles and high heels striking marble combined into a singular cadence, echoing through the vast space,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>causing many passing investors, lawyers, and bank executives to pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A private elevator door closed and activated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It climbed at several meters per second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pushing sensation and subtle ear pressure built.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Numbers flipped, carrying them upward toward the clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>86th floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elevator doors slid open slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before them was a backdrop wall sculpted from a single slab of Italian Carrara white marble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pure and flawless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No excessive decoration, only a row of clean, confident silver letters:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Smile Holdings]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment dozens of people stood before the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Representatives from three overseas asset management firms, executives from Kate Trust, Smile Holdings’ core headquarters management, the global asset deployment executive team, and heads from branches worldwide...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had all arrived early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Secretary Jin and Tang Song emerge from the elevator, everyone straightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director Jin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good morning, Mr. Tang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Welcome back to Hudson Yards.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pleasure to have you here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Greetings in different accents rose in turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Respect perfectly measured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laced with near-open reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the light of attention fell upon the pair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song’s expression remained calm, but his heart quickened quietly in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was his first time truly stepping into Smile Holdings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the outside world it was a ruthless capital giant, a trillion-yuan symbol that moved markets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for him its meaning went far beyond business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the first company he and Secretary Jin founded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the summer of 2016, after college entrance exams, in a slightly hot cafe filled with cicada calls,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it was his first actual move in the real world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its name was “Smile,” which was also her name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This company was the true origin point on their business map.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had witnessed them walking step by step to where they were now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today it had grown into a trillion-level behemoth spanning finance, energy, and technology across seven core sectors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was their burning youth and the testament of what they had achieved together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stopped before the heavy double doors leading to the conference center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin suddenly halted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song seemed to sense it and stopped too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They glanced sideways at each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said nothing, merely looking at him quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those eyes that were usually so calm and rational had shed all their sharpness and were filled with gentle starlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pursed her red lips slightly, curving them into a faint, exquisite arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Secretary Jin smile count: 4\u002F10]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that exchanged look, Tang Song understood all her unspoken words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Welcome to our world.\u003C\u002Fp>",2582,"2026-06-06T14:42:34.862Z",1,"novelbin.me","e5610e19e242784a6a8ee73a6dc85128fe462473b9dc31ca12140962d1d4ca56","maxing-out-charisma-inheriting-game-assets-chapter-757","maxing-out-charisma-inheriting-game-assets-chapter-755",874,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmaxing-out-charisma-inheriting-game-assets-cover.jpg"]