Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets

January 20, 2019, Major Cold.

Rong City.

A black Audi car drove along the quiet path by Huanhua Creek.

Tang Song sat upright in the right rear seat, gracefully and straight, with hands crossed loosely in front of him.

He calmly admired the bleak but dignified winter scenery outside the window.

Inside the car, the temperature was suitable, with a faint woody fragrance hanging in the air.

”Tang Song...” A calm and magnetic voice came from beside him, ”My grandfather has already looked into all of your information. As per your instructions, I selectively revealed the connection information between you and those capital entities to him. I’m not sure what kind of judgment he will ultimately have about you. Therefore... I hope that during the conversation later, you can be cautious.”

”Hmm.” Tang Song nodded lightly, not surprised.

He slightly turned his head, looking at Ouyang Xianyue beside him.

At that time, she was just thirty-one years old, at the prime of a woman’s best years.

She wore a brown double-breasted coat with a simple white turtleneck underneath. Her demeanor still retained a hint of scholarly aura belonging to a top university graduate, yet she was gradually emanating the graceful splendor unique to women of top aristocratic families.

In Tang Song’s gaze, there was no trace of desire or amazement typical of young men, only absolute calm like a chess player observing a game.

Their gazes met in the air for a moment.

Ouyang Xianyue exhaled lightly, took the initiative to shift her gaze, and looked toward the increasingly closer iron gates ahead.

”We will arrive soon.”

At that moment, she was far from being as calm and self-assured as Tang Song.

Over the past two years, under the ”guidance” of Tang Song, TY Precision not only miraculously revived but also rose strongly with an almost wild posture.

Now it is one of the leaders in the domestic precision manufacturing field and is taking substantial steps toward globalization.

This stunning reversal has long drawn great attention from within the Ouyang family.

Not long ago, Tang Song privately disclosed a major news to her.

The United States will impose an unprecedented, systematic sanction and suppression on Huaxia’s technology industry this year.

TY Precision must, before this storm arrives, complete the acquisition of overseas core technology companies and internal industrial upgrades at all costs, to obtain sufficient ”wintering” capital.

And for that, she needed unreserved full support from her family.

Ouyang Xianyue understood very well that without a reasonable explanation, she simply couldn’t report to those shrewd elders in the family.

So, half a month ago, under Tang Song’s ”guidance,” she chose ”confession.”

She revealed to the family elders the existence of the mysterious ”behind-the-scenes operator” Tang Song, and the intricate connections behind him with Smile Holding, Meditation Capital, and other overseas capitals.

Ultimately, her grandfather Ouyang Chengping decided to personally meet this mysterious young man.

Ouyang Xianyue actually understood her grandfather’s inner worry and vigilance well.

He wanted to see for himself whether this young man was a ”genius” who could bring hope to Huaxia’s technology.

Or a dangerous ”agent” pushed to the forefront by overseas greedy capitals.

And the outcome of this meeting would also determine the attitude of her family towards Tang Song.

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The car finally stopped in front of an inconspicuous small Chinese-style building.

The door was opened, and the chilly air instantly poured in.

Tang Song got out of the car and glanced at the somewhat nervous Ouyang Xianyue beside him.

The corners of his mouth revealed a faint smile, and he lightly patted her back. ”Don’t worry, I’m here, let’s go.”

After speaking, he elegantly stepped forward with long strides and followed the waiting aide straight into the building.

Looking at his extremely upright and reliable back, Ouyang Xianyue’s heart miraculously settled down as well.

The study room lacked luxurious decor, only row after row of towering wooden bookshelves, tightly packed with all kinds of professional books and literature.

Tang Song finally met the legendary Academician Ouyang.

Nearly 80 years old, he wore a suit washed into white, his figure was thin but still rigidly straight like pine.

Those eyes behind his reading glasses were especially bright, sharp as if they could pierce through one’s heart.

He did not sit in the main seat but sat with Tang Song on opposite sides of a quaint chessboard.

The two began playing Go.

Ouyang Xianyue quietly kneeled by the tea platform not far away, brewing water and preparing tea for the two.

The curling tea aroma, mixed with the serene ink fragrance of the study, permeated the air.

On the chessboard, black and white pieces battled fiercely, hard to resolve.

As they placed their pieces, they chatted about the latest in quantum computing and artificial intelligence, discussed the challenges of domestic industrial software, and touched on the technological bottlenecks of new materials...

With the temporarily purchased ”Go Mastery” skill, coupled with that near ”divine” state of mind.

Tang Song’s chess skill had reached perfection, each move seeming plain yet concealing dangers.

”Snap——”

With the final black piece placed down, the game was instantly resolved.

Tang Song won the game by a narrow margin of half a point.

Ouyang Chengping was silent for a long time before speaking slowly, ”Young man, excellent chess skill, excellent state of mind.”

”You overpraise.”

Ouyang Chengping slowly stood up, walked to the wall with a huge world map attached, and looked at him deeply: