Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets

The faction has already formed.

But Jing is a special individual.

She’s an employee of Smile Holding, yet she’s been placed at the core Business Department of TY Precision.

Secretary Jin’s original intention was likely seeing Wen Ruan’s ”nurturing” precedence, hoping to balance the increasingly powerful Ouyang Xianyue with Jing in the future.

And Ouyang Xianyue will not sit idle.

Jing, caught in the middle, will surely face friction and interrogation from both parties in the future.

Zheng Qiudong’s intervention was to propose a solution to help himself, meanwhile securing an important chip for DJRH.

In truth, if I count from the beginning, the first ambiguous contact I had upon returning to Yan City was actually Jing, the company goddess colleague.

And the first date task he received after getting the system was also with Jing.

In a flash of thoughts, Tang Song had sorted out all the pros and cons clearly.

But he didn’t immediately respond to Zheng Qiudong, merely glancing calmly at Jing, who was playfully chatting with friends.

After a moment of silence, he smiled lightly and said, ”It’s an interesting idea, but... aren’t you afraid she might take your Chairman position in the future?”

Zheng Qiudong’s smile instantly froze on his face.

The others all looked at Zheng Qiudong, each with a different expression.

Everyone knows that Tang Song has always been rational and correct.

When he makes a decision, or even just raises a possibility, everyone pays attention.

Zheng Qiudong intertwined his hands, clutching them, and said with difficulty, ”If President Tang deems it appropriate, I will support Miss Tian.”

Tang Song noncommittally said, ”I am aware of this matter.”

This ambiguous attitude made Zheng Qiudong even more uneasy, a bit apprehensive.

Then, Tang Song turned his gaze towards Wu Kezhi.

Wu Kezhi sat up straight, ”President Tang.”

Tang Song’s tone was flat but directly got to the point, ”Kezhi, the main reason you came all the way from Singapore is because of Rongliu Capital, right?”

A trace of unease flashed across Wu Kezhi’s otherwise calm face.

After a short silence, he slowly nodded and answered cautiously, ”I just hope to understand President Tang’s thoughts and intentions more accurately.”

Rongliu Capital, this private equity fund, essentially has many overlaps with Jing Wu Capital.

Tang Song set up anew, having the two major consortiums invest billions of US Dollars, and now wants Rongliu Capital to partake in the Xuanji Light Realm financing. What’s the strategic intention behind all this?

Is it to support a new ”Jing Wu,” forming internal competition?

Or... preparing in advance for future power divisions and checks and balances?!

He couldn’t figure it out.

But he knew this matter was crucial to him, to the entire Jing Wu Capital.

After much thought, he decided to come in person to seek an answer.

Others, including Shangguan Qiuya and Luo Bin, held their breath in concentration, poised to listen.

...

The Echo girl group didn’t linger for long.

After chatting with Jing and brushing up the affinity level a bit.

They were swiftly and orderly escorted out of the banquet hall through a dedicated passage by Shengtang Security.

The soothing jazz music played once more.

The lights on the scene switched back to a soft and bright banquet mode.

The female host returned to the stage in time, loudly saying, ”Thank you to Echo for bringing us this unique starlit feast!”

”Of course, I believe that those who wish to give their blessings to Miss Tian are not just these ladies from Echo. At our check-in counter, piles of love from your dear friends and relatives await. Now, let us proceed to the evening’s most fun and suspenseful segment—’The Mystery Box of Love!’”

”Please, enjoy the fine wine and gourmet foods, and shortly, our etiquette lady will bring forward all the gifts received during the check-in. Then, our birthday star, Miss Tian, will randomly draw three gifts from them to share her joy and gratitude with everyone!”

Waiters carried champagne and sliced cake, smilingly weaving through the still excitedly chatting crowd.

As the absolute leading lady today, Jing was surrounded in the center by a group of friends, chirping away.

The conversation was filled with unabashed envy and amazement.

On the other side.

In another circle that also gathered many people.

Qin Hua gracefully stood beside Conrad Mellon, still dutifully playing the role of ”translator” and ”social guide.”

”An interesting game,” Conrad shrugged casually, raising his glass for a sip, ”but unfortunately, I didn’t prepare a gift.”

Then, his movement paused slightly.

The corner of his eye, by chance, was drawn to a figure in the direction of the bar.

It was a tall woman wearing a mask.

Unlike others mingling in the crowd, she was leaning casually by herself in the dim corner near the bar, holding a crimson wine glass.

She wore a mask that covered most of her face, with her head slightly lowered, showing only her exquisite lips and jawline.

Her waist was slender, while her hips were full and rounded, reminiscent of ancient Greek sculptures.

With blonde hair, blue eyes, tall and voluptuous, she exuded a sense of power and explosive tension.

She gently swirled her wine glass now and then, and beneath her form-fitting evening gown, seemingly turbulent waves undulated.

She was emanating a dangerous, mature, feminine hormonal allure.

Conrad’s throat bobbed, instantly captivated by the figure.

This... squarely and brutally hit his most primitive aesthetic point.

He could be sure that this woman had absolutely just appeared in the banquet hall.