novelraw Chapter 433: Ouyang Xianyue
Chapter 433: Ouyang Xianyue
In front of the Yanbei Printing Factory’s main office building, as the two groups converged, the atmosphere reached a fever pitch.
Zhen Yu took the initiative to stand in the center.
After greeting Wen Ruan, she enthusiastically began introductions for both parties.
"This is Director Wang Yue, a standing member of the district committee. This is Liu Zengmin, the general manager of Yanbei Printing Factory. And this is Fang Sijun, the vice president of Tangyi Precision (Yan City) Co., Ltd."
Then, she turned to the other side with a radiant smile.
"And this—" she paused, emphasizing her words, "is Ms. Wen Ruan, the actual acquirer of Yanbei Printing Factory. She is also a board member of Xingyun International, one of the top-tier media conglomerates. I believe this acquisition will bring a new life to the company."
"Nice to meet you, Ms. Wen Ruan."
"Hello, Director Wang."
A Familiar Face in the Crowd
Standing on the outskirts of the gathering, behind the Production Department manager, Wen Yunxiang's previously respectful smile froze on his face.His eyes widened in disbelief, staring at the elegant and poised Wen Ruan at the center of attention.
His mind was in complete chaos.
Of course, he knew Wen Ruan—she was part of the family’s younger generation.
She had always been exceptional, ranking top of her class since childhood, a classic "model child" for comparison.
After graduating from a prestigious university, she worked in Beijing for a few years before returning to Yan City.
Even so, he had always thought her success was relatively modest—she had bought a house and a car for her family a couple of years ago, but that was nothing out of the ordinary.
She was just another white-collar worker—a regular employee in society.
That was why he had scoffed at her words last night, not taking her seriously at all.
But now—
She was the real buyer of Yanbei Printing Factory?!
And what was that about being a board member and shareholder of Xingyun International?
How was a small-scale printing factory acquisition attracting top district officials and executives from Tangyi Precision?
And why were they treating her with such respect?
Since when did the Wen family have such an influential figure?!
Looking at Wen Ruan, surrounded by business elites, sensing the sharpness and confidence in her presence, Wen Yunxiang took a deep breath.
For a moment, he wanted to step forward and say something, leveraging his seniority as an elder.
But looking at the big names present, he realized—
This was no place for him to speak.
The flashing camera lights flickered.
Wen Yunxiang slowly retreated, turned around, and walked toward the workers' gathering area.
With only a middle school education, he had climbed the ranks in the printing factory’s management through sheer wit and resourcefulness.
It didn’t take him long to piece things together.
Wen Ruan wasn't acquiring the factory for profit—
she was doing it for her family members working here.
But now that she was in charge, it was inevitable that the company would undergo major personnel changes.
And as her paternal cousin and the highest-ranking Wen family member in the factory, he naturally deserved an important position.
The Buzz in the Crowd
In the dense crowd, news spread like wildfire.
Excited eyes quickly turned toward Wen Jianxin.
"Jianxin, is that really your daughter?!"
"Yeah, Uncle Jianxin, what’s going on?!"
At some point, Wen Ruan’s second uncle had squeezed into the group.
He shouted excitedly, "Brother! From what I’m seeing, it really looks like Ruan Ruan bought our factory! Look how polite the district leaders are to her, and even Tangyi Precision’s vice president… This, this—"
His voice stuttered, his face turning red with excitement.
Unlike the others, he was Wen Ruan’s biological uncle, the closest relative present apart from Wen Jianxin.
Watching his niece step out of a Maybach, making an entrance like a high-profile business tycoon, his emotions were indescribable.
"I… I don’t really know either." Wen Jianxin rubbed his mouth, slowly recovering from his state of shock.
Then, his daughter’s words from last night replayed in his mind—
【"Have you ever thought about being in charge for once?"】
【"Tomorrow, I’ll have a surprise for you."】
Was this what she meant?!
He glanced down at his slightly worn-out work badge, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
At his age, he had long given up on ambition.
Becoming a factory director or general manager had always been just a fantasy—one that he never thought could come true.
But this factory… he had worked here for over a decade.
His friends and colleagues were all here.
To actually be in charge of Yanbei Printing Factory…
Would that dream really become reality?
A Turning Point
"Manager Yunxiang is coming over!"
A young worker shouted, drawing everyone’s attention.
"Yunxiang! What’s the situation over there? Why is Ruan Ruan with them?"
"Is she really our new boss?!"
Wen Yunxiang strode straight to Wen Jianxin, raised his hand to silence the chatter, and said in a serious tone,
"We are in the factory now. You should refer to her as 'Chairwoman Wen.'
And yes, Chairwoman Wen is the one who has acquired our company!"
"Whoa—!"
A wave of shocked gasps and murmurs spread across the crowd.
"Jianxin, my brother," Wen Yunxiang patted Wen Jianxin’s shoulder, his face now full of warmth and flattery.
"Last night, at Pingshun’s place, I might have spoken out of line, but I really didn’t mean anything bad. Could you please mention to Chairwoman Wen that I hope she won’t misunderstand?"
Wen Jianxin pressed his dry lips together, his gaze fixed on his daughter walking into the office building, surrounded by business elites.
After a moment, he nodded. "Alright."
The Signing Ceremony
Inside the bright and lively conference hall, the sound of a pen gliding across paper filled the air.
"Shhh—"
With a single stroke, Wen Ruan signed her name on the equity transfer agreement, officially becoming the sole controlling owner of Yanbei Printing Factory, with a 100% stake.
The purchase price—a mere 1.5 million yuan.
In truth, this price was already an act of generosity.
Before the deal, Zhen Yu had sent her the asset evaluation report, audit report, asset inventory, and ownership certificates.
She had reviewed everything carefully.
Yanbei Printing Factory was in deep debt—a financial disaster.
Total debt: 39 million yuan
Bank loans: 26 million yuan
Supplier debts: 8 million yuan
Employee wage arrears: 5 million yuan
Total assets: 40 million yuan
Land value: 28 million yuan
Machinery, receivables, raw materials: 12 million yuan
The company was operating at a loss, with mounting loan interest.
From a business standpoint, this was a sinking ship.
If it weren’t for her trust in Su Yu, Wen Ruan wouldn’t have dared to sign this deal.
Applause and A New Beginning
As the thunderous applause faded, Liu Zengmin, the former owner and general manager, let out a huge sigh of relief.
He sincerely thanked Wen Ruan, expressing his hope that she would keep the company alive.
He had tried everything—even investing 4 million yuan into an e-commerce department and purchasing a gold-foil stamping machine for packaging.
But it failed.
Now, with Xingyun International’s backing and Tangyi Precision’s involvement, he finally saw a glimmer of hope.
With the equity transfer complete, the conference settled down.
Immediately after, the second signing session began—
A strategic cooperation memorandum between Tangyi Precision and Yanbei Printing Factory.
Officially Confirming the Partnership
As Wen Ruan took her seat at the conference table again, she stared at Fang Sijun across from her, her expression filled with shock and uncertainty.
Zhen Yu had only mentioned a formal signing process to stabilize the factory workers' morale.
But she never expected Tangyi Precision to be involved.
And she definitely hadn't expected this level of collaboration.
Looking at the memorandum in her hands, she finally understood why the district officials were present today.
This wasn’t just an acquisition.
This was the real game-changer.
A partnership of immeasurable value—a massive gift.
Shocking Announcements Spread
By midday, news from the conference room swept through the factory like a tidal wave, sending shockwaves among the employees.
After the initial shock, the entire factory erupted into cheers and applause.
Some employees, overcome with excitement, immediately called their families and friends to share the unbelievable news.
Yanbei Printing Factory had officially completed its equity transfer.
Wen Ruan was now the sole shareholder.
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All employees would retain their positions.
The four months of unpaid wages
Would be paid in full by the 20th of the month.
Yanbei Printing Factory & Tangyi Precision (Yan City) signed a ‘Cooperation Memorandum.’
The factory would be integrated into Tangyi Precision’s supply chain.
They would receive low-interest loans and prepayment support.
Tangyi Precision would lease advanced printing equipment to them.
Engineers would be stationed at the factory for full-scale technical training.
They would receive guaranteed packaging orders annually, securing stable revenue.
Over the next five years, Tangyi Precision would provide ongoing technological and managerial support to enhance their competitiveness.
In short—Yanbei Printing Factory had just been given a new life.
It was now Tangyi Precision’s 33rd ‘Specialized and Innovative’ partner company.
For the factory’s workers, this wasn’t just job security—
It was a golden ticket.
A Game-Changing Office Meeting
In the brightly lit office, Wen Ruan looked at Fang Sijun and Zhen Yu, her heart still pounding.
She had originally thought that Su Yu’s gift—this small factory—was just a way to elevate her status in the family and run a self-sustaining business.
She never expected it to turn into something this massive.
Tangyi Precision—a manufacturing giant—was now involved.
This wasn’t just an investment.
It was a full-scale strategic upgrade.
Suddenly, a wave of unease crept over her.
She owed Su Yu too much.
At this point, if Su Yu ever asked for a favor, how could she possibly refuse?
Her gaze flickered, her face warming slightly.
If it was Su Yu, though…
Maybe she wouldn’t mind.
After all, Su Yu was practically a work of art—beloved by men and women alike.
A Bold Commitment
Fang Sijun took a sip of tea and smiled.
"Chairwoman Wen, rest assured."
"Tangyi Precision has deep partnerships with Heidelberg, BOBST, and other printing equipment manufacturers.
The new printing equipment will arrive this month, and we will assist Yanbei Printing Factory in its full-scale upgrade as soon as possible."
"Thank you, President Fang!" Wen Ruan said sincerely, before turning to Zhen Yu.
"And of course, my thanks to Chairwoman Su as well. I really appreciate all of your help in this process."
Zhen Yu paused briefly, carefully choosing her words.
"We only facilitated Tangyi Precision’s assistance in acquiring new equipment."
"But the deep collaboration with Tangyi Precision—" she looked Wen Ruan in the eyes, "was not initiated by us."
Wen Ruan blinked, momentarily confused.
What did that mean?
Even if it wasn’t their direct doing, wasn’t it still because of Su Yu and Juxing Huicui?
Zhen Yu didn’t need to clarify that so specifically.
Before she could ask, Fang Sijun gently set down her tea cup, speaking with a calm, knowing smile.
"This partnership with Yanbei Printing Factory was a decision made at the highest level of our group headquarters."
"Our chairman personally authorized it."
A Legendary Name Appears
Wen Ruan’s breath hitched.
"The chairman...?"
Her eyes widened suddenly.
She turned to Fang Sijun, her voice slightly trembling.
"President Fang… are you referring to… Ouyang Xianyue?"
Fang Sijun nodded with a smile.
"Yes. Chairwoman Ouyang personally instructed us to fully support you."
Wen Ruan’s lips quivered slightly, her tone filled with disbelief.
"How… how does Chairwoman Ouyang even know me?"
Almost instinctively, she turned her gaze to Zhen Yu.
She had read news reports before, mentioning that Ouyang Xianyue was a fan of Su Yu.
Was that it?
Reading her thoughts, Zhen Yu shook her head.
"This arrangement was finalized just yesterday. Even Chairwoman Su didn’t know about it beforehand."
"Yesterday?"
Wen Ruan was momentarily dazed.
Yesterday was still fresh in her memory.
Jin’s assistant, Mo Xiangwan, Luo Bin—they had all pulled her into a WeChat group, saying they wanted to help expand her connections.
And the person orchestrating it all was Tang Song.
Could it be that… Ouyang Xianyue was one of those connections?
Just then, Fang Sijun slid a business card across the table.
"Chairwoman Wen," she said, "this is from Chairwoman Ouyang.
It contains her personal assistant’s contact information.
If you ever need anything, feel free to reach out."
The Weight of a Business Titan
"Oh—oh, okay!"
Wen Ruan hurriedly took the crisp white card, her face flushing with excitement.
Ouyang Xianyue!
As someone who had worked in the advertising and media industry for years, she knew exactly who this legendary woman was.
In just five years, Ouyang Xianyue had turned a failing consumer electronics company into a world-class design and manufacturing powerhouse.
Her company had powerful backers, including Smile Holdings and Jingwu Capital, and had deep political connections.
None of this was a secret.
Smile Holdings was the largest shareholder of Tangyi Precision.
Ouyang Xianyue had a close relationship with Jin Meixiao.
Together, they co-founded the ‘Tang Jin Family Office.’
Her grandfather and maternal grandfather were legendary figures in China, whose influence still shaped national policies.
This immense political and financial backing had paved the way for Tangyi Precision’s meteoric rise.
And yet—
Despite their wealth and power, Tangyi Precision had always upheld its mission to serve the country, creating high-end jobs and pushing technological innovation.
This was why Jin Meixiao had such a dominant reputation in China.
Because in this country, true respect belonged to businesses that created real value—
the ones that provided jobs, drove innovation, and strengthened the economy.
Reality Sinks In
Ouyang Xianyue rarely gave media interviews, but she was one of the most well-known entrepreneurs in China.
She was also known for her difficult personal life.
Rumors said she had been married once, but her husband died shortly after the wedding.
Since then, she had remained single, dedicating her entire life to work.
She was a woman worthy of immense respect.
"Phew—"
Wen Ruan let out a long exhale, her emotions incredibly complex.
For the first time, everything felt almost unreal.
From Xingyun International, to Tang Zong Entertainment and Su Yu—
Now, even Jin Meixiao and Ouyang Xianyue were within reach.
It was as if all these powerful figures were slowly coming together—with Tang Song at the center.
The weight of this realization left her speechless.
And the connections he spoke of were far more powerful than she had ever imagined. The well-mannered little wolfdog she had once admired on a blind date turned out to be a divine beast.
I have to say, my judgment is truly impeccable!
.....
8:00 PM.
Zhuxi Residential Complex.
The balcony window was open, and the cool night breeze drifted in, making the air inside the room feel especially fresh and pleasant.
After finishing the dinner personally prepared by Gao Mengting, Tang Song lazily leaned back into the fabric sofa in the living room, holding a half-read copy of One Hundred Years of Solitude.
Fresh from the shower, Gao Mengting walked over carrying two steaming cups of black tea.
Seeing the book in Tang Song’s hands, Gao Mengting sat down on the small stool across from him, propped her elbows on her knees, and said with bright eyes, “Do you think Macondo, as written by Márquez, is like the inner world of each of us? That loneliness is eternal, yet within loneliness, we seek connection?”
Tang Song chuckled, put down the book, and smiled. “I’ve only just started reading this, but I was flipping through the notes you wrote in the margins. Partner, I’ve noticed that your inner world is incredibly rich. I even saw traces of where you cried on the pages—tut tut, I seriously recommend that you write a novel.”
Hearing this, Gao Mengting’s cheeks flushed red. She instinctively glanced toward her bedroom.
Inside, there really was a "novel" she had written—though it was the kind of novel not meant for public reading.
Just like Tang Song said, her inner world was indeed colorful.
“I... I just really enjoy reading, and I like immersing myself in the stories,” Gao Mengting mumbled in explanation.
"Ring ring—"
The sudden ringing of a phone interrupted them.
[Wen Ruan]
Seeing the caller ID, Tang Song immediately stood up. “I’ll go take this call.”
With that, he quickly walked toward the balcony.
A few minutes later, Tang Song returned to the living room, standing beside the sofa with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Mengting, I have to head back.”
The big sister had just finished dinner at her parents’ place and had excitedly invited him for a match—her tone brimming with enthusiasm, saying she wanted to test out some new strategies with him.
That distinctive commanding voice, coupled with her suggestive phrasing, had completely set Tang Song off. His fists were practically clenched in anticipation.
He had to go and teach that big sister a lesson!
“You’re leaving…” Gao Mengting pursed her lips, then stood up as well. “I’ll walk you out.”
She threw on a jacket, grabbed her keys, and started changing her shoes.
Once they were ready, they took the elevator down together.
The night breeze was gentle, the moonlight like flowing water.
Gao Mengting looked at the tall, handsome figure bathed in the moon’s glow, her eyes slightly unfocused. Suddenly, she spoke up. “Let me drive you. It’s especially cool tonight, and it’s been a while since I went for a night drive.”
She really liked being alone with Tang Song.
Today, her junior colleague had officially resigned from Linggan Design, and they had dinner with colleagues to celebrate.
After work, she had simply brought Tang Song home with her.
They ate together, enjoyed the breeze, and talked about things that interested them both.
A simple, ordinary evening, yet it felt like something out of a novel—something poetic.
Perhaps this was the magic of love.
“Uh…” Tang Song hesitated for a moment, then, seeing the expectation in his partner’s eyes, nodded. “Alright, I’d appreciate it.”
Having Gao Mengting drive him to go play ball with Wen Ruan—
This was peak scumbag behavior.
Even Tang Song himself felt a little guilty.
“It’s no trouble, get in!" Gao Mengting laughed as she pressed the remote key, making the Wuling Hongguang’s lights flash.
Once inside, she took out her phone, placed it on the car mount, and turned to ask, “Back to Yanjing Tiancheng?”
“No, Shengyuan Scenic Residence, also in Qiaoxi District—not far from here.”
Gao Mengting opened the navigation app and saw that it was only 3 kilometers away. A flicker of disappointment flashed in her eyes. “Yeah… it’s really close.”
Noticing her change in mood, Tang Song suddenly called out, “Mengting.”
“Hm?”
Tang Song leaned forward slightly, bringing his face closer.
Gao Mengting’s heart skipped a beat, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she tilted her head up slightly.
Their lips met, and her teeth were gently parted.
Gao Mengting leaned into the seat, eyes tightly shut.
At some point, a warm hand landed on her waist.
Her skin tingled, sending a wave of goosebumps across her body.
She shuddered lightly, a soft, sultry hum escaping her lips.
Tang Song’s hand moved upward, his fingers brushing against her through the thin fabric of her white undershirt.
Gao Mengting suddenly trembled, grabbing his arm, her face flushed.
“You... don’t move…”
Their eyes locked for a long moment.
Tang Song grinned, lowering his hand. “Let’s continue.”
Then, his lips pressed down again, sucking gently on her mint-scented lips.
Gao Mengting’s face melted into pure bliss.
In the quiet of the night, in the familiar embrace of her car, she let herself sink into the intimacy they shared.
The night was deep, distant city lights flickering like scattered stars.
Under the hazy glow of the streetlamp, the car window faintly reflected two entwined silhouettes.
A Silent Witness
Not far away, on a tree-lined sidewalk—
Cheng Qiuqiu stood frozen, her backpack slung over her shoulders, staring blankly at the white Wuling Hongguang S in front of her.
"Vroom vroom—"
The engine started, the car lights flashing on.
Cheng Qiuqiu quickly turned away, lowering her head as she walked deeper into the residential complex.
She wandered aimlessly for a few minutes before finally sitting down at a random fitness station.
She tilted her head back, staring up at the moon, lost in thought.
Tang Song and Gao Mengting.
She had already suspected something back when they exchanged Qixi Festival gifts.
But seeing it with her own eyes now stirred up an unexpected storm of emotions.
A deep, muffled, sour feeling.
A touch of bitterness.
After a long time, Cheng Qiuqiu stood up, burying those unspeakable feelings deep inside.
Then, she walked briskly toward her rental apartment.
She had officially left Linggan Design.
Next, she would start a new career at Songmei Fashion.
She was excited for this fresh start—
She would be working with two of her closest friends.
One was a caring and supportive senior.
The other was Tang Song, someone who, like her, loved music, motorcycles, and Su Yu.
And she wished them both happiness.