novelraw Chapter 214: Jin Secretary, Wu Kezhi, Tang Jin
Chapter 214: Jin Secretary, Wu Kezhi, Tang Jin
As the glowing screen faded, Tang Song’s sense of self grew hazy, and his surroundings became veiled in a misty shroud.
A massive circular mirror appeared before him.
Its polished glass surface gleamed brilliantly, encircled by a matte silver metallic design adorned with floral patterns.
Tang Song gazed directly ahead, locking eyes with his reflection in the mirror.
Unlike his current bare appearance, his reflection wore a brown casual suit, exuding elegance and composure.
The moment the mirror’s “self” met the dream’s “self,” a burst of white light flashed before Tang Song’s eyes.
When he opened them again, he found himself in a distinctly unique state—similar to playing a third-person perspective game.
He could see his surroundings in full 360-degree detail while retaining complete awareness of his own condition.
It was an omniscient, godlike vantage point.
The room he was in—perhaps a meeting room or office—was spacious, bright, and tastefully decorated.A full-wall wooden bookshelf, a cozy desk with chairs, a sofa set paired with a coffee table...
Through a large floor-to-ceiling window on his right, the bustling cityscape was visible in all its glory.
He could see iconic landmarks: the Oriental Pearl Tower, Jin Mao Tower, and the Shanghai World Financial Center.
Shanghai?
Tang Song felt a surge of surprise, but the mirrored “self” remained calm and unperturbed, showing no reaction.
“Knock, knock, knock—” A knock on the door broke the silence.
The door opened slightly, letting bright light flood in, silhouetting a graceful figure.
She wore a stylish professional outfit: her soft brown hair tied back neatly, her makeup subtle yet flawless, highlighting her exquisite features.
Her bright, intelligent eyes gleamed with focus and wisdom.
A high-quality blouse with a refined drape hugged her figure, the neckline slightly open, while a tailored dark pencil skirt emphasized her perfect waist-to-hip ratio.
Her golden proportions, tall and elegant stature, and poised posture gave her an aura of sophistication and vitality.
The natural light mixed with the soft indoor glow, making her seem as though every inch of her skin radiated confidence and charm.
“Tap, tap, tap—” The rhythmic sound of her high heels echoed as she walked, her steps light yet firm. The subtle sway of her hips was elegant and captivating.
In his heightened state, Tang Song’s emotions surged uncontrollably.
After all, this was Secretary Jin—the character who had accompanied him the longest in the game. He often thought about meeting her in real life.
Never did he expect their first “meeting” to occur within a dream.
His entire focus zeroed in on her.
“Good morning, President Tang.” She placed a business tablet in front of him with a soft smile. “This is the analysis report prepared by the investment team. I’ve formatted it according to your preferences.”
Her voice was clear and melodious, falling precisely within the most pleasing range.
A faint fragrance lingered in the air as Tang Song’s mirrored “self” remained composed, taking the tablet and lightly scrolling through the screen with his slender fingers.
Standing beside him, Secretary Jin followed his gaze and elaborated on the corresponding sections.
“As you predicted, with the advancement of technology and the expansion of application scenarios, AI models have shown remarkable potential in natural language processing, computer vision, and speech recognition...”
“According to our team’s projections, the compound annual growth rate over the next few years could reach as high as 116.02%...”
Her voice was smooth and concise, skillfully condensing complex information into easily digestible summaries.
Tang Song, while admiring her beauty, gradually calmed down.
After all, this was just a virtual dream.
His gaze shifted to the tablet screen, where the date was displayed prominently: [October 4, 2019].
He then focused on the mirrored “self.”
This seemed to be the “Tang Song” from 2019 within the game. However, due to the mirror’s properties, the reflection had his current real-life appearance, not the younger self from his senior year in college.
His reflection showed a straight nose, tightly pressed lips, and hair slicked back, revealing a clean forehead and deep, contemplative eyes.
His demeanor was calm and composed, occasionally nodding in approval or appearing thoughtful.
He exuded an aura of absolute confidence and control, a presence that seemed to dominate the room effortlessly.
For the first time, Tang Song observed himself from such a perspective, feeling a strange mix of familiarity and detachment.
It was him, and yet... not entirely him.
After Secretary Jin concluded her report, the two left the room and headed to the dining area for breakfast.
Tang Song also confirmed his location: a luxurious apartment in Shanghai.
The two sat across from each other, discussing work while enjoying an exquisite lunch.
For the first time, Tang Song realized how elegant he looked while eating.
Of course, Secretary Jin was even more captivating—her every movement a picture of grace.
The dream shifted again.
Tang Song now found himself in the private reception room of the luxurious apartment.
“Tap, tap, tap,” the sound of footsteps echoed once more.
Secretary Jin walked in with her signature sway, followed by a middle-aged man in his forties.
He wore a collared shirt, casual slacks, and leather shoes. His facial features were handsome and well-defined, though his slightly unkempt hair and salt-and-pepper stubble hinted at his age.
“President Tang!” the man greeted him, his voice steady yet tired, his presence emanating decisiveness and leadership.
“Your trip to London was a great success—thank you for your hard work.” Tang Song patted him on the shoulder, his face showing a faint smile. “Now, I’m counting on you to handle the acquisition of Wisdomech AI. We must solidify our position in the AI sector by 2020.”
The three of them sat down on the reception room’s sofa and discussed resource integration strategies.
After a while, Secretary Jin spoke softly, “President Tang, the framework for the family office you mentioned has been drafted, and the management team is in the process of being assembled. Do you have any preferences for the office’s name?”
“Mirror Tang Song” crossed his legs and thought for a moment. Looking into Secretary Jin’s bright, intelligent eyes, he smiled warmly and said, “Let’s call it Tang Jin.”
“That’s an excellent name,” Secretary Jin replied, the corners of her mouth lifting into a soft smile that formed a charming dimple on her left cheek.
Under the special perspective of the dream, Tang Song noticed the subtle blush spreading across her delicate, smooth face—a hue as fresh as morning dew on a blooming flower.
Her luminous eyes reflected only him, and a special emotion flickered in her gaze.
If expressed in game terminology, it would probably read: [Affection +20].
Meanwhile, Wu Kezhi instinctively looked away, sipping his tea as his eyes wandered to the blue skies and white clouds outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
June 7, 2023, Wednesday. Thunderstorms transitioning to partly cloudy, 22–37°C.
Tang Song woke from his dream, blinking in a daze for a moment before snapping to full awareness.
The scenes from the dream replayed vividly in his mind.
The “Mirror Tang Song” had displayed impeccable poise and charisma—standing, sitting, moving, interacting—all exuding elegance and composure, making those around him feel at ease.
Tang Song instantly recalled the description of the item he had used:
[Mirror of the Self]:
Upon using this item, you will enter a magical dreamscape where you can observe yourself from a third-person perspective, evaluating your appearance, movements, interpersonal interactions, and behavioral patterns. This helps enhance self-awareness and personal image. Gains: +2 Comprehension, +2 Agility.
The “Mirror Tang Song” was essentially a version of himself modeled after the game’s heartthrob character core, embodying the best behavioral patterns to serve as a guide for real-life improvement.
In reality, Tang Song excelled in many areas—his physique, posture, and muscle definition were all exceptional.
Yet he had his share of bad habits: forward head posture, habitually tense shoulders, occasional fidgeting, and overly expressive hand gestures.
These were issues that would require consistent effort to correct.
The dream had provided him with a near-perfect template to follow, offering immense value.
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This time, she felt more vivid, more lifelike, and far more stunning than any photos or in-game visuals could ever capture.
Her elegant brow shape, luminous eyes, refined nose, and soft, supple lips seemed like a work of art crafted with exquisite care.
Her warm, radiant smile was as if it could instantly dispel all fatigue and shadows.
With someone like her by his side, no matter how arduous the workload, Tang Song felt it would all be invigorating.
The thought brought a slight smile to his lips.
“Ding-dong—” A notification sounded from his phone.
[China Merchants Bank]: At 6:42 AM on June 7, your account ending in 6800 received a deposit of RMB 1,600.
He opened the system interface to review his personal stats.
[Player: Tang Song (Charm 55)]
[Role: CEO of Songmei Fashion]
[Height: 182 cm, Weight: 80 kg]
[Physique: 68, Endurance: 67, Agility: 62, Comprehension: 81]
Balance: 3.208 million RMB (Investment Capital: 200 million RMB, Renovation Funds: 600,000 RMB)
His Comprehension had reached 81, marking him as a standout talent even by game standards.
And his Charm score had risen to 55—something worth celebrating.
Looking at his relatively modest bank balance, Tang Song chuckled.
He then checked the details of his [Popular Me] title, and his eyes lit up with surprise.
[Current Cash Bonus: 6.4995 million RMB (Total Earned: 13.72 million RMB)]
In just a few days, the amount had surged by over 5 million!
He picked up his phone to investigate further.
Little Red Book Followers: 12,335
Douyin Followers: 128,010
Seeing the six-figure Douyin follower count, Tang Song instantly realized that one of his latest videos must have gone viral.
He opened the video.
[Likes: 451,000 | Comments: 53,000 | Saves: 30,000]
The data was stunning—his best-performing content yet, a true breakthrough.
The video itself was simple: no flashy effects, just the process of sketching a portrait combined with an authentic, emotional subject.
The natural transition from a blank canvas to the final result was smooth, and the raw emotions of Wen Ruan, the subject, struck a chord with viewers.
Watching her tear-filled expression in the video, Tang Song found himself momentarily lost in thought.
After a moment, he refocused and returned to the system interface, clicking the Withdraw option.
[Balance: 9.7075 million RMB]
His available cash was about to break the 10-million mark—another milestone achieved.
Shutting down the system interface, Tang Song turned to the beautician still fast asleep beside him.
Her long, fair leg was draped across his body, her face adorned with a sweet smile, and a little drool at the corner of her lips.
He kissed her cheek, wiped her mouth gently, and tucked the blanket around her before slipping out of bed.
Zhao Yaqian, thoughtful as always, had recently bought him some seasonal clothes while shopping for herself.
He chose a casual outfit from the walk-in closet and left the room.
As he walked, he instinctively straightened his back, relaxed his shoulders, and aligned his posture in a fluid, natural motion—just like the “Mirror Tang Song” he had observed.