novelraw Chapter 454: [Dream Seed]
Chapter 454: [Dream Seed]
As night deepened, the city lights flickered on one by one.
Neon signs, streetlights, and the decorative lighting of towering buildings intertwined, casting a kaleidoscope of colors that reflected off the sleek body of the Rolls-Royce.
The soft hum of tires against pavement filled the air as the car glided into the hotel’s drop-off zone.
A uniformed doorman swiftly approached and respectfully pulled open the door.
Tang Song stepped out, his movements unhurried, and made his way toward the hotel.
His polished leather shoes echoed crisply against the marble floor.
"President Tang!" "President Tang!"
Hotel staff stood still, holding their breath as they watched his figure disappear into the elevator, a sense of awe settling over them.
Through the grand lobby, he took the elevator straight to the fifth floor.
The metallic doors slid open with a quiet chime.Adjusting his cufflinks slightly, Tang Song stepped out—his movements smooth and effortless, exuding an air of ease and elegance.
Soon, under the guidance of an attendant, he arrived before an ornately carved wooden door.
"President Tang, Mr. Zheng is already waiting inside."
Tang Song gave a subtle nod.
Saying nothing, he radiated an air of intimidating authority in his [Accomplished and Renowned] attire.
But deep down, he wasn’t entirely calm.
Reality was mirroring the game.
After meeting Mo Xiangwan, Su Yu, and Luo Bin, he was finally about to meet the fourth character.
A Level 90, SSR-rated character—Zheng Qiudong, now 40 years old.
Pushing open the door.
A faint scent of cigars and aged whiskey immediately drifted toward him.
The room’s warm yellow lighting and wooden décor created an atmosphere that was both inviting and dignified.
Tang Song swept his gaze around the room, quickly locking onto the figure seated on the leather sofa.
A glass of whiskey in hand, the man exuded calm and quiet authority.
His dark, tailored attire accentuated his mature and composed presence, yet beneath it lay a sharp, restrained ambition—like a beast biding its time.
Sensing movement at the door, Zheng Qiudong set his glass down and turned to look.
Their eyes met.
His in-game character portrait and real-life appearance overlapped perfectly.
Virtual and reality intertwined.
Light and shadow blurred.
Tang Song’s mind instinctively conjured a name—Zheng Qiudong.
Scenes from the game’s storyline involving him flashed through his thoughts.
In the game, Zheng Qiudong was one of the player’s closest allies.
His relentless pursuit of success and professional ambition made him an exceptionally charismatic leader.
With the player’s support, Zheng Qiudong and Deju Renhe reached unprecedented heights.
He became a legendary business figure, and his autobiography, "The Borderless Hunting Ground," became a bestseller worldwide.
"President Tang, long time no see."
Zheng Qiudong stood up, his tone carrying a mix of respect and nostalgia.
Though Tang Song’s outward appearance had changed slightly, Zheng Qiudong could still see the composed, inscrutable “President Tang” he remembered.
"It’s been a while, Old Zheng."
Tang Song’s lips curled into a relaxed smile, and he opened his arms.
Zheng Qiudong hesitated for a split second, then laughed heartily and strode forward.
The two men shared a firm embrace.
Handing his suit jacket to the waiting attendant, Zheng Qiudong sat back down, and Tang Song settled across from him.
The table between them was elegantly arranged with exquisite dishes.
As he took in Tang Song’s composed and refined demeanor, Zheng Qiudong’s own expression relaxed.
Knocking lightly on a deep-red whiskey bottle, he flashed a charismatic smile.
"Single malt—Macallan 25-year Sherry Oak. Your favorite. We haven’t seen each other in nearly a year. Tonight, you have to drink with me."
He lifted his crystal-clear wine glass, swirling the golden liquid inside.
"Of course."
Tang Song smirked, picking up his glass and clinking it against Zheng Qiudong’s.
Even though he didn’t actually remember liking this kind of whiskey, he instinctively maintained his calm composure before this familiar in-game friend.
The cool liquor slid across his tongue, rich and full-bodied, bursting with the sweet warmth of dried fruit.
It was indeed excellent.
With easy conversation, they began drinking and chatting over their meal.
After half a year of not meeting, Zheng Qiudong seemed particularly excited and started talking about everything under the sun.
"Clink, clink, clink—"
The steady chime of glasses meeting filled the room.
Zheng Qiudong was sharp-witted and eloquent, with a high emotional IQ and extensive knowledge.
His words flowed effortlessly, making the conversation engaging and lively.
However—
Due to the system’s "Charm Score Restriction", whenever Zheng Qiudong brought up certain characters or business shifts, Tang Song would either fall silent or subtly change the subject.
Zheng Qiudong, accustomed to Tang Song’s "reserved and composed" nature, seamlessly adjusted his conversation topics to align with Tang Song’s unspoken preferences.
They mainly discussed Huashang Fashion, policies, and industry innovation.
During this time, Zheng Qiudong truly understood what Mo Xiangwan had meant when she said, "President Tang has changed."
Tang Song now exuded an undeniable warmth that hadn’t been there before.
For someone as perceptive as Zheng Qiudong, this realization only strengthened his confidence in tonight’s persuasion.
The Night Deepens
Listening to Zheng Qiudong’s insights and observing his every gesture, Tang Song was filled with admiration.
No wonder he was an SSR-level game character, trained to full capacity.
His comprehensive skillset was flawless.
Every word he spoke was meticulously structured, and every action he took radiated assurance and confidence.
Even without saying much, he exerted a natural sense of pressure on those around him.
If not for the deep-seated respect and deference Zheng Qiudong still held for him—engrained by their past dynamic—Tang Song wasn’t sure he could fully keep up.
Instead, it was Zheng Qiudong who subtly adjusted his tone and rhythm, ensuring that the conversation always flowed smoothly.
In a way, he was naturally "adapting downward" to Tang Song.
This was Tang Song’s first real interaction with an SSR-level character.
His previous meeting with Su Yu had been too brief, a fleeting encounter.
But now, he could clearly feel the immense gap between himself and these characters.
Su Yu, Anne, Ouyang, Wu Kezhi…
None of them were ordinary.
Right now, he was still a level below them.
He needed to catch up.
When the conversation drifted to "domestic and international unicorn startups," Tang Song’s interest visibly piqued.
Zheng Qiudong noticed immediately.
Leaning forward slightly, his gaze sharp and focused, he spoke:
"From an industry perspective, the next few years will see explosive growth in next-gen AI technologies—particularly in multimodal models and intelligent hardware, including AR/VR and wearable devices."
"According to our research, the next wave of unicorn companies will likely emerge from these deeply specialized, innovative sectors."
"Mm." Tang Song nodded lightly. "You're right. The pioneers in these specialized fields will become the core forces driving the industry's transformation."
Zheng Qiudong smiled, seizing the opportunity to add, "Of course, I’m sure all these trends and opportunities have already been factored into President Tang’s strategic planning. Both Qingning Technology and Tangyi Precision have gathered the world’s top technical talent and innovation resources in software ecosystems and hardware R&D.
These two platforms not only establish a solid competitive edge but also provide an invaluable foundation for China’s industrial upgrades and digital economic transformation."
Hearing Old Zheng's subtle flattery, Tang Song felt his face heat up slightly but maintained his composed demeanor, silently accepting the praise.
Seeing that Tang Song was in a good mood, Zheng Qiudong timed his approach well and said, "President Tang, the real reason I came to see you this time is because I have a plan I’d like to discuss with you."
"Oh?" Tang Song raised an eyebrow, signaling for him to continue.
"With the explosive growth of China’s tech industry, an increasing number of companies will soon expand globally. When that happens, there will be a massive demand for cross-border mergers, acquisitions, and compliance consulting."
Zheng Qiudong’s eyes gleamed with ambition, his gaze sharp as he looked directly at Tang Song.
"Deju Renhe is only one crucial step away from breaking through. I want to acquire SCG (Stonebridge Consulting) in London—to move beyond the Asia-Pacific and officially enter the European and American markets."
He then proceeded to outline SCG’s situation in detail.
His tone was firm and confident, as if everything was already under control.
He was never one to remain stagnant.
Watching other firms in related industries skyrocket in growth, he had long been eager for action.
He had waited a long time for this moment.
His ultimate goal was to elevate Deju Renhe to the same level as McKinsey and Bain—to transform the "Big Four" consulting firms into the "Big Five."
Tang Song fell silent for a moment before expressing his admiration. "Old Zheng, you’ve always been bold and decisive. This is indeed a great opportunity."
The scene before him stirred long-forgotten fragments of the game’s storyline.
In those game sequences, Zheng Qiudong had always stood like this—passionately articulating his vision and strategies.
Zheng Qiudong’s face lit up in surprise. "So, you support my plan, President Tang?"
"Of course!"
Tang Song raised his glass and clinked it against Zheng Qiudong’s.
Zheng Qiudong downed his whiskey in one gulp, his confidence soaring.
"Thank you, President Tang! I actually submitted this proposal to Director Jin before, but it was rejected.
Now, with your support, I believe this can move forward smoothly."
Hearing this, Tang Song’s expression stiffened slightly.
He had inadvertently inserted himself into a major business move.
But since the system didn’t issue a "Violation" alert, it meant this wouldn't affect his "Charm Score."
Thinking this through, Tang Song nodded encouragingly. "Go for it, Old Zheng!"
This could also serve as an experiment—to see if his involvement would trigger any system feedback.
After all, he was still preoccupied with [Secretary Jin’s Dream].
The memory of that secret encounter in the dream was still vivid.
Just knowing that a woman so breathtakingly perfect was waiting for him fueled his motivation.
"Oh, right."
Zheng Qiudong smiled slightly, his tone relaxed yet carrying a touch of seriousness.
"One more thing—Miss Kate will be returning from America this month.
If possible, when you meet her, I’d appreciate it if you could mention this acquisition plan.
With her help, the deal could be finalized much faster."
Tang Song arched an eyebrow and gave a slight nod. "Alright, no problem."
With a Charm Score of 70, he had already unlocked two SSR characters.
Now that he had finally met [Headhunter - Zheng Qiudong], there was no way he was going to pass up [Consultant - Annie Kate].
The complete recruitment process for Annie Kate was already etched in his memory.
This elegant, aristocratic Western woman intrigued him.
He had long wanted to meet her in real life.
But since she had been living abroad, he had never found the right opportunity.
Now, the chance had finally arrived.
With the roadblock cleared, Zheng Qiudong’s mood visibly brightened.
His words became more confident, his gestures carrying a relaxed and effortless charm.
With drinks flowing freely, the atmosphere reached its peak.
As Tang Song savored the fine whiskey, he also enjoyed this unique "friendship from the game."
9:00 PM – Leaving Lanfeng International Hotel
The Rolls-Royce smoothly pulled away from the hotel entrance.
Tang Song leaned back in the rear seat, his gaze wandering over the neon-lit city skyline.
After a moment, he pulled out his phone and glanced at his unread messages.
Most were routine work updates and casual conversations.
But one message stood out—from his middle school classmate, Zhang Lei.
【Zhang Lei: "Tang Song, I’ll be officially transferring to the Yan City headquarters after Mid-Autumn Festival! We have to go out for drinks!"】
Tang Song crossed his legs, chuckling as he replied:
"Sounds good. When you get here, I’ll show you the best of Yan City’s nightlife."
"Ding!"
【Zhang Lei: "I’m holding you to that! Actually, I was supposed to transfer last week, but our group’s subsidiary, Zhongyun Dairy, ran into a major financial scandal.
The whole company is in chaos, and all administrative operations in the food and beverage sector have been put on hold."
Tang Song raised an eyebrow, instantly understanding the situation.
A month ago, when he had returned to his hometown, Zhang Lei had already mentioned that his transfer was imminent.
Now, it was clear why it had been delayed.
After exchanging a few more messages with Zhang Lei, a different thought suddenly struck him.
His other middle school classmate—Zhang Yan.
Because Songmei Fashion’s work group chat was on QQ, he typically used his main account.
He hadn’t logged into his alternate account in over a week.
Opening QQ, he switched to his alt account, "April."
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From yesterday night.
【Zhang Yan: "Umm… I’m bothering you again. I hope you don’t find me annoying.
Today is the 12th—normally, it’s payday. But HR suddenly announced that, due to a "banking system issue," salaries will be delayed.
Lulu quietly told me she suspects the company is in trouble, but we’re not sure.
Honestly, I’m a little anxious.
We were supposed to go out for dinner after work, but we canceled.
I feel like I have the worst luck—every company I’ve worked at always ends up facing business problems.
But I guess this time it’s not so bad. I did save up some money.
Also… I’ve been thinking about taking the civil service exam.
But I’m not very smart, and I can’t afford to quit my job to study full-time, so I don’t know if I’ll succeed…
Anyway, I just hope things will slowly get better."】
Tang Song finished reading the message and let out a long breath, leaning back into his seat.
Suddenly, a memory surfaced—
In a dream where he had glimpsed the future, his 30-year-old self had received a call from his mother.
She had said she wanted to introduce him to a girl.
That girl had been Zhang Yan—who had just passed the civil service exam and secured a stable job in Yan City.
A complex mix of emotions washed over him.
As he reflected on the past, everything felt like a dream—yet so vividly real.
Yesterday’s past has shaped today’s me.
And today’s choices will shape a new future.
His life had changed because of a dream and a game.
And Zhang Yan, too, was forging ahead—on her own path.
Tang Song’s gaze seemed to penetrate the layers of darkness, reaching back in time to the quiet, introverted girl who always kept her head down, diligently working on her assignments—his old desk mate.
"No matter what the future holds, I hope you find happiness that truly belongs to you."
"Swish!"
A shimmering system interface unfolded before his eyes.
[On September 12, 2023, after a heartfelt conversation with your close friend Zheng Qiudong and learning about your middle school desk mate Zhang Yan’s recent struggles, feelings of friendship, well-wishes, and nostalgia stirred deeply within you, radiating warmth and kindness.]
[Your state of mind has undergone significant growth. You have completed a hidden task.]
[You have obtained the special item: 'Dream Seed.']
Tang Song froze for a moment—another hidden task completed by accident?
Taking a deep breath, he opened the item description.
[Dream Seed]
[When the player encounters a suitable scenario and individual, the item will automatically activate, binding the target as a "Cultivator."
The "seed" will enter the "Cultivator's" dreams, take root, and grow by absorbing the darkness and negative emotions within them, gradually releasing warmth and kindness through their subconscious.]
[Note 1: Once the seed sprouts, a unique connection will form between the player and the "Cultivator."]
[Note 2: When the seed blooms, the "Cultivator" will provide feedback to the player. Each flower consumed will increase the player’s 'Comprehension' by 1 point.]
[Note 3: The seed’s growth speed and the number of flowers depend on the energy provided by the "Cultivator" and their desire to reciprocate.
[Note 4: Once cultivation is complete, the player will permanently gain +1 'Charm' point.]
Reading through the description, Tang Song’s eyes flickered with contemplation.
This item functioned similarly to [Whispers of Humanity]—both were passive triggers that formed deep, mysterious bonds.
The benefits were very tempting—
Each flower increased Comprehension by one point, and once the cultivation cycle was complete, he would gain a permanent +1 Charm boost.
However—
The real challenge was finding the right person and setting for activation.
For the item to work, a "Cultivator" needed to possess significant negative emotions while also feeling a deep level of trust and dependence on him.
Looking around, Tang Song realized—he didn’t have many suitable candidates.
Even the fake socialite he had encountered before wasn’t actually filled with negativity.
She had been eager to learn and grow, and under his guidance, she had transformed into a well-versed financial professional who spoke fluent English.
(Of course, she was also an infamous squirter now.)
Then there was Shen Yuyan.
Tang Song chuckled lightly, shaking his head at the thought of her.
She was far too intelligent for her own good—her overthinking often left her caught in endless hesitation.
Sometimes, she would take the initiative to send him photos, drop flirtatious remarks, as if testing the waters.
Other times, she would disappear for a while, shifting their conversations to topics like investments and AI, deliberately keeping things rational and restrained.
Tang Song understood her internal conflict.
At the end of the day—
He was already with Xu Qing.
And Shen Yuyan and Xu Qing were inseparable—practically glued together.
According to Xu Qing, back in high school, Shen Yuyan had been an academic powerhouse—well within reach of a top-tier 985 or 211 university.
However, just before the college entrance exams, she had fallen ill, resulting in subpar performance.
Even so, her score still exceeded the admission threshold for Yan City University of Technology by more than ten points.
Her decision to enroll there?
Purely because she wanted to stay by Xu Qing’s side.
That alone was proof that their sisterhood was no act—it was the real deal.