novelraw Chapter 646: Meeting at the Summit — Tangjin Family Office
Chapter 646: Meeting at the Summit — Tangjin Family Office
Chapter 646: Meeting at the Summit — Tangjin Family OfficeMayor Li Jiping’s handshake with Tang Song lasted a full ten seconds.
In the ceremonious, etiquette-driven world of officials, that duration was practically the highest-level signal one could give to express closeness and esteem.
Following closely were other city government leaders, county official Zhang Chengming, Principal Liu Zengyin, and the like.
“Tang, Chairman! Welcome, welcome!”
“We’ve long heard of Rongliu Capital’s renown. I never expected the chairman to be someone from our Quancheng — truly the pride of our hometown!”
“Tang Chairman, you’re so young and capable. Please come back often and give our hometown guidance on development!”
One by one, local leaders who were considered big names here stepped forward, adopting extremely respectful postures to exchange brief greetings with Tang Song.
Tang Song, standing among them, kept a confident, composed smile on his face and handled everything with ease.
A buzzing murmur slowly rose through the crowd on the square — a sound that could no longer be suppressed.
Wang Zhigang from the Mining Construction Company stood dazed at the edge of the crowd, his gaze flicking between Liu Qingning and Tang Song, cold sweat instantly beading down his back.He felt terrified inwardly and was grateful that the night before he had decisively pulled his nephew Zhou Hao away from Liu Qingning’s home.
If he had misspoken even half a sentence and offended this so-called “true deity,” he dared not imagine the consequences!
Beside him, Zhou Hao was breathing rapidly, his face pale, seeming unable to comprehend what was happening.
Not only them — others nearby who didn’t know the background were equally stunned by the scene.
As participants in the school anniversary who were considered “notables,” they all understood that if Mayor Li brought his core team to personally receive someone at a county high school’s anniversary in such solemn fashion, that person must be extraordinary.
“Yazi...this...that high school classmate of yours...I — I didn’t see wrong, did I?!” On the outskirts of the crowd, Sun Xiaonan was so excited she couldn’t speak coherently, clutching Deng Yazhi’s arm.
Only last night she’d been fantasizing with a lovestruck heart about meeting this “rich programmer,” thinking maybe something could develop.
But this scene...what programmer?!
Deng Yazhi pressed her dry lips together, her mind still blank;
she could only murmur automatically, “It’s him...”
“Him...my god...what’s going on?” Sun Xiaonan kept babbling in a daze. “When the mayor introduced him just now, I heard...something like Chairman?”
“I don’t know either...” Deng Yazhi shook her head, staring blankly at Tang Song, who was being fawned over like a star at the center.
At twenty-six or twenty-seven, he wore a bespoke suit, his posture straight and handsome, his aura exceptional.
Among the slightly portly middle-aged officials he stood out like a crane among chickens.
In the winter sun he gave off a warm sheen;
the whole person exuded the dignified composure and noble bearing unique to top-tier elites.
She could not connect the man before her to last night’s relaxed classmate who had chatted gently with her in a casual jacket;
nor could she reconcile him with the boy Tang Song, sweaty in his school uniform on the basketball court, from her memories.
Yet his facial features, sharp energy, and expression seemed as if a special stamp had been pressed directly from those youth years onto this present-day man.
An unreal, dreamlike feeling washed over her.
At that moment, a low reprimand exploded beside her ear: “Deng Yazhi, what are you doing?!”
Deng Yazhi jolted back to reality and saw the program’s chief producer Liu Jianjun staring at her with a sullen face.
“What are you spacing out for? Were you given a camera to play with? Move it, follow along!”
Host Xie Xuan frowned and turned to her. “Yazi, pay attention! You’re an alum of Jing County Yizhong — that’s an advantage. Later, find a chance to come with me and see if we can get in touch with Minister Lin from the Propaganda Department. Try to secure a short exclusive interview.”
Deng Yazhi quickly lowered her head. “Sorry, Director Liu, Xuan— I...”
She had indeed lost her composure just now — Tang Song’s shock to her was too great and her head still buzzed.
Liu Jianjun shot her a dissatisfied glance, said nothing more, and refocused on Xie Xuan and the chief cameraman, his expression turning grave.
It was clear that the school anniversary had been used as the pretext to facilitate a major investment landing. If Mayor Li personally came to receive them, the visitor’s background had to be unimaginable. This was the core of their reporting mission — if their program could get first-hand exclusive in-depth coverage, their year-end awards would be almost guaranteed!
Besides their program Quancheng Observer, other official media were present: the City Daily, Quancheng Evening News, and others — they were competitors.
Deng Yazhi stood aside listening to the leaders’ arrangements, her daze gradually dissipating.
She took a deep breath, picked up her camera again, squeezed into the crowd, adjusted her angle, and pressed the shutter toward Tang Song in the crowd.
Click—
The shutter sounded crisp.
At the very instant the photo froze, as if sensing something, Tang Song in the crowd actually turned his gaze through the layers of people toward her inconspicuous corner.
He showed the exact same warm smile she’d seen last night and gave her a small nod, as if greeting her.
That tiny gesture made Deng Yazhi feel unexpectedly flattered.
Usually carefree in social settings, she suddenly felt awkward and at a loss.
Her cheeks flushed hot, and she didn’t know whether to respond or to lower her head.
At that moment the crowd stirred again.
Zhao Rui and Li Yunfan, who had been standing to one side, finally approached Tang Song by the introduction of school leaders.
“Tang Chairman, hello, hello!” Zhao Rui, whose face always carried a bit of elite arrogance, now wore a humble, enthusiastic smile. He bowed slightly and offered both hands. “I’m Zhao Rui, Class of 2014, now in the investment banking division at CICC. I’ve long heard of Rongliu Capital’s fame. I never thought the chairman would be an alumnus of our Yizhong — what an honor!”
“Tang Chairman, I’m Li Yunfan from Maixiangyuan! I’ve admired you for a long time;
I hope you’ll look after us!”
Faced with these self-introductions from two outstanding alumni, Tang Song merely shook their hands casually and nodded politely without much small talk.
Yet Zhao Rui and Li Yunfan were unfazed;
instead they grew more excited and honored.
Deng Yazhi stood nearby, dazed, watching this incredible scene.
Those two seniors who had seemed unreachable to her now appeared almost unequal in status before Tang Song.
The shock in her heart was beyond words.
The crowd began to move slowly.
Principal Liu Zengyin respectfully made a “please” gesture, leading the city leaders, Tang Song, and others toward the prepared VIP meeting room.
The packed crowd automatically parted to form a corridor.
The program crew hoisted their gear and prepared to follow for footage.
Director Liu barked softly: “Deng Yazhi, don’t space out again!”
Deng Yazhi, without time to think, shouldered her camera and notebook and squeezed behind host Xie Xuan.
Xie Xuan lowered her voice, “The man in the gray suit with glasses is Minister Lin. Make sure he sees us so that if there’s an interview opportunity it falls to our program.”
Deng Yazhi nodded and couldn’t help glancing at Tang Song as he approached.
As the distance closed, her heartbeat sped up.
Just as they passed Quancheng Observer’s group, his figure stopped.
Director Liu, Xie Xuan and the others held their breath.
But Tang Song’s attention landed on Deng Yazhi. He smiled apologetically. “Sorry, Yazi. I have a few matters to handle on my side — I’ll find you later and we’ll chat properly.”
Brush! Brush! Brush!
Almost instantly, every eye in the room — the mayor’s, the county official’s, the principal’s, Liu Qingning’s, and all her colleagues’ — focused on her.
Deng Yazhi felt her brain buzz and blood rush to her head.
“I-it’s okay, you go handle it first.”
Tang Song nodded once and continued forward.
Liu Qingning beside him nodded and smiled encouragingly as they left.
Deng Yazhi stood in a daze, overwhelmed by the complicated gazes around her.
Xie Xuan was the first to come close, her voice for the first time sweet and intimate. “Yazi, do you know this Tang Chairman?”
“He’s my high school classmate.”
“High school classmate...” Director Liu’s usually stern face now showed shock and enthusiasm. “High school classmate, that’s great! That kind of emotional foundation is solid!”
The program team snapped back to attention, but their looks at Deng Yazhi had completely changed.
From Tang Song’s behavior, at least toward Deng Yazhi he treated her very differently.
As Tang Song, Mayor Li, and the others’ figures fully disappeared, the alumni crowd finally erupted in heated discussion.
“That was one of our alumni too? Does anyone know him?”
“The mayor called him Tang Chairman and said he’s from Rongliu Capital? How is he so young?”
“Rongliu Capital? Is that a company from Yan Province?”
“No, it’s not. I just checked — it’s a top private equity fund headquartered in Hong Kong. Last month they set up a specialized mother fund with a total scale of ten billion dollars.”
“Ten billion... dollars?!”
“My god! Our Jing County Yizhong actually produced someone like this?!”
A chorus of incredulous exclamations rose from the crowd.
That figure exceeded what most people there could fathom.
Sun Xiaonan pulled out her phone and searched “Rongliu Capital,” then covered her mouth, tapped Deng Yazhi, and kept whispering “Holy crap.”
She then turned the phone screen toward Deng Yazhi.
Mechanically, Deng Yazhi looked down at the screen.
Headlines from top global financial media populated it.
“Kate Trust and Tangjin Office Co-invest, $10B Mother Fund Reshapes Asia PE Landscape.”
“Confluent Capital: A New Powerhouse Emerges in Hong Kong’s Financial Hub” — in parentheses, Rongliu Capital: an emerging giant in Hong Kong’s financial core.
Bloomberg, Reuters, The Wall Street Journal, and so on.
As a seasoned reporter with more than three years in the industry, she understood better than anyone what it meant to be pushed as breaking front-page news by those outlets at the top of the global information chain.
She stared as if watching a surreal commercial film starring her own high school classmate.
The crowd’s exclamations gradually subsided.
Guided by the school staff, everyone began filing into the main auditorium for the anniversary ceremony.
Deng Yazhi followed the program crew in a daze.
As media personnel they were seated in a designated media area at the front left, equipped with long lenses and an unobstructed view of every detail on the podium.
As time passed, more people filled the hall.
There were gray-haired retired teachers, warmly dressed successful alumni, and rows of neatly uniformed students organized to watch...
The atmosphere brimmed with solemnity and fervor.
Director Liu paced anxiously in the media area, glancing occasionally toward the VIP lounge.
Eventually he came over to Deng Yazhi.
The authoritative look had disappeared from his face, replaced by almost pleading earnestness.
“Little Deng, you and Chairman Tang are old classmates. With such a deep connection, could you try to find a way later to help our program get an exclusive interview?”
He paused and dangled a huge bait. “If you get this exclusive, I’ll guarantee you ‘City Outstanding Journalist’ in the year-end awards!”
Hearing an offer that had once seemed unreachable, Deng Yazhi could only smile wryly and shake her head. “Director Liu, I... I haven’t seen him in years. Our relationship isn’t as close as you think.”
Sun Xiaonan’s expression shifted as if to speak.
At that moment a slight commotion came from the media-area entrance.
Deputy Minister Lin Haisheng of the City Propaganda Department entered accompanied by a county propaganda officer.
Director Liu straightened like a spring and greeted him with a beaming face. “Minister Lin! You came in person!”
Xie Xuan and the others tidied themselves and greeted him excitedly.
Lin Haisheng nodded calmly, his expression consistently polished and erudite.
His gaze, however, passed over everyone and landed directly on the anxious young woman still clutching her notebook — Deng Yazhi.
“Little Deng, is that you? Deng Yazhi?”
“Ah...yes, it’s me. Hello, Minister Lin!”
Deng Yazhi bowed almost instinctively, her voice trembling with nervousness.
As Deputy Minister of the Propaganda Department, Lin Haisheng was practically the ceiling of Quancheng’s media system.
The Propaganda Department controlled ideology and public messaging — television, city daily, evening paper, and all major local media in essence fell under its purview.
Even someone like Deputy Director Liu would be deferential in his presence.
Lin Haisheng addressed her kindly, “Little Deng, don’t be nervous.”
He paused, speaking deliberately slowly as if wanting her to catch every word.
“Just now Mayor Li and Chairman Tang concluded preliminary talks. The atmosphere was very harmonious and both sides reached a series of important cooperation consensuses. The mayor has instructed that a trusted media reporter should participate in the upcoming internal negotiations to handle visual records and subsequent reporting.”
Lin Haisheng looked at her meaningfully, his eyes conveying an instructive certainty. “Chairman Tang personally recommended you — he hopes you seize this opportunity.”
Those few words detonated through the whole media area.
Director Liu and Xie Xuan were stunned, their faces showing disbelief and ecstatic joy.
None of them expected that in talks of this caliber, they would invite this “invisible” reporter to participate in the core segment.
Deng Yazhi trembled slightly, breathing rapidly, her chest drumming like a drum.
She gripped her camera and forced her voice steady: “Minister Lin, I... I will do my best to complete the task!”
Lin Haisheng nodded in satisfaction and courteously gestured. “Come with me.”
Deng Yazhi hurried to follow him.
Passing through the envious gazes and down the red-carpeted corridor, she entered the negotiation room.
Pushing open the heavy wooden door, the scene stopped her breath.
In the wide negotiation room, Mayor Li Jiping sat side by side with Tang Song, core city leaders flanking them.
Teapots and thick folders were arranged on the table.
The air felt solemn and weighty.
Tang Song sat quietly, composed, his brow free of restraint.
Next to him, Liu Qingning had shed her girlhood and displayed poised, commanding presence.
Seeing Deng Yazhi enter, Tang Song smiled at her — the same look she’d seen on the basketball court in high school, as if secretly passing her answers.
Liu Qingning offered an encouraging, friendly smile.
Deng Yazhi bowed quickly in silence.
Guided by Minister Lin, she took an inconspicuous spot along the wall in the negotiation area.
Nervously she adjusted her camera, hands trembling, and placed the recorder above her knees.
Soon the meeting resumed.
As the city leaders exchanged opinions, Tang Song spoke: “Per my plan, the first phase of the fund is 5 billion. The government guidance fund doesn’t need to invest much — symbolically allocate 500 million as an LP. Rongliu Capital will invest 2.5 billion as the cornerstone. The remaining 2 billion I will invite several domestic industrial capitals through my channels to jointly participate.”
The Development and Reform Commission director nodded eagerly. “Yes! Chairman Tang is right! Only then will top external funds follow through!”
Mayor Li pondered briefly and decisively stated, “The city will fully support this! Five hundred million — we will research budget arrangements immediately!”
Voices rose around the table.
While Deng Yazhi clicked shutter after shutter, her attention was increasingly riveted on Tang Song.
She watched him sit there, calm and articulate.
From the capital injection paths, to industrial implementation models, to plans for future talent training...
A vast, magnificent blueprint that could utterly change the city’s future unfolded before her.
In his measured narration she heard of an unprecedented grand concept called an “industrial-ecosystem mother fund.”
Rongliu Capital would use this as a lever to gradually pry in social capital from the nation’s top institutions at more than a tenfold multiple, channeling it into this inland city that capital had long neglected.
She also heard that the fund would upgrade Quancheng’s existing industries.
Help them break technical barriers and enter Tang Yi Precision’s global top-tier supply chain;
inject AI and new energy technologies into struggling traditional industrial companies and help them complete intelligent transformation;
and around a future project called Xuanji Optical World, build a full, hundred-billion-level intelligent hardware industrial chain on Quancheng’s soil.
Deng Yazhi felt her scalp tingle.
A hundred-billion-level industrial chain meant what?
Billions, even tens of billions in annual tax revenue that could fundamentally relieve Quancheng’s strained finances.
It meant tens of thousands of high-tech, high-paying jobs, giving countless young people who had left home reasons to return.
It meant that this stagnant old industrial city might get a true opportunity to leap forward.
The negotiation room buzzed with extreme excitement.
City government leaders had lost their earlier composure.
Faces flushed, bodies leaning forward, eyes shining with uncontrollable fervor — like thirsty travelers finally sighting an oasis.
Mayor Li clasped his hands together, nodding vigorously.
The meeting’s outcomes far exceeded their expectations and even the province’s highest hopes.
Tang Song paused, letting his gaze sweep the room, then raised a hand and introduced, “Also, Mayor, rest assured — Qing Ning is not only the head of Qingmi AI, she will be one of the core leads for the Xuanji Optical World project.”
When those words dropped, all eyes snapped to Liu Qingning.
Shock and excitement intertwined.
They’d already heard Tang Song mention she was the general manager of Qingmi AI, a subsidiary of Qingning Technology, but they hadn’t expected she’d be tied to Xuanji Optical World, a strategic project that represented the future industry’s hot spot.
No wonder Tang Song had confidently folded hardware into Quancheng’s strategic layout.
Liu Qingning stepped forward slightly, her composure calm and gracious.
Clear, determined eyes shone with a sharpness and steadiness far beyond her years.
“Leaders, please rest assured. This is my hometown. For future cooperation projects in Quancheng, I will give my all and do my best.”
...
At ten in the morning, cannons fired in salute.
Jing County Yizhong’s fiftieth anniversary opened slowly to the stirring school anthem.
Ribbons flew, the red carpet extended, drums and horns sounded across the square.
Alumni, entrepreneurs, and student and teacher representatives gathered for a warm, solemn celebration.
“Distinguished leaders, guests, dear teachers and students — good morning!” the host’s full, impassioned voice echoed through the venue over the speakers.
After a heartfelt opening, the introductions began.
“First, let us welcome with the warmest applause our mayor, Li Jiping, who is here to guide our school!”
Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.
After introducing several important attending leaders, the host’s voice rose with involuntary excitement and pride:
“Next, let us welcome our outstanding alumnus of Jing County Yizhong! The chairman of the world-class private equity firm Rongliu Capital! The most important strategic partner for our city’s future industrial upgrades! Please give a rousing welcome to Mr. Tang Song!”
Under the spotlight, Tang Song in the guest area slowly rose.
His handsome features, elegant posture, and peerless aura instantly drew screams from the student rows.
Applause now grew even louder and longer, nearly lifting the auditorium’s roof.
The host then formally introduced Liu Qingning of Qingning Technology in the same ceremonial tone.
Tang Song sat to one side and locked eyes with the Bai Yueguang who had shed her school uniform and worn a beige professional suit.
Liu Qingning’s clear, stubborn eyes softened into a warm smile that could melt winter.
In their familiar Yizhong campus that held all of their youth;
on the anniversary stage under the public gaze;
the boyish vow about “meeting at the summit” was being fulfilled in the most romantic way imaginable.
Singapore — Tang Yi Precision branch.
Wen Ruan stood in the bright, spacious lounge, looking down at the cityscape that seemed like a delicate model and the shimmering Strait of Malacca in the distance.
Her heart, however, was far from calm.
The day had finally arrived.
The “special advisory seat” she had fought so hard to secure was now set in stone;
she couldn’t back out.
She had to grit her teeth and go through with it, hoping nothing out of control would happen in the meeting room.
That annoying, stinky man was probably back home flirting with Liu Qingning right now.
Poor me — I came all the way to Singapore to take the blame!
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“Ah—” The lounge door opened.
Behind her came Ouyang Xianyue’s calm, river-like voice: “Nervous?”
Wen Ruan turned quickly and saw Ms. Ouyang approaching in measured steps.
Today she wore a simple white silk jumpsuit that made her appear even more stately and elegant.
“A bit,” Wen Ruan admitted with a slight rise and fall of her chest.
Ouyang stepped up and stood beside her, also looking out the window.
“You don’t need to be nervous. Remember, you’re here because Tang Song chose you. Every opinion you voice in some way represents his will. That’s your right and your weapon. Don’t carry any psychological burden.”
Wen Ruan felt her eyelids twitch but nodded lightly.
They spoke in low tones for a few moments in the lounge.
The door opened again and Mo Xiangwan walked in wearing a business skirt suit.
“Ms. Ouyang, Wen Ruan.”
“Xiangwan.”
Mo Xiangwan playfully patted Wen Ruan’s arm and complimented her makeup and outfit, then shifted to an encouraging tone: “Congratulations, Wen Ruan. Don’t underestimate yourself. Today you’re the lead.”
Wen Ruan could only feel speechless.
Good grief — are you all taking turns brainwashing me?!
I’m just a “special advisory” — at most I listen to the bigwigs and pass information to Tang Song. You want me to go toe-to-toe with Director Jin? I... I can’t!
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After a while, the three left the lounge and rode to the top floor of a landmark building on the bay — one of the Tangjin Family Office’s most important branch sites.
Wen Ruan followed Ouyang Xianyue down a quiet corridor decorated in black walnut and metal lines.
The thick handmade carpet swallowed their footsteps, leaving only the sound of Wen Ruan’s heartbeat growing louder.
At the corridor’s end, two heavy frosted glass doors without visible handles slid open silently as they approached.
Wen Ruan felt her breath stop for half a second.
Inside was a nearly 300-square-meter circular conference room.
Minimalist and solemn.
She could distinctly smell a mix of fine leather, lingering wood fragrance, and a faint antiseptic — the unique scent of top-tier power realms.
At the center sat a massive oval conference table.
Its surface was mirror-smooth, with only translation devices and embedded info terminals placed neatly.
Anne Kate lounged back in her chair, speaking softly with Wu Kezhi;
her golden hair shone under the lights. Nearby, Zheng Qiudong sat upright, exchanging furtive glances with top lawyer Luo Bin.
Three meters behind them, concentric circles of second- and third-tier seats filled with more people — core senior executives of Tangjin from across the globe responsible for various business units.
Wen Ruan even recognized faces she had only seen on the covers of Forbes and Fortune magazines.
“Ms. Ouyang!” “Morning, Ms. Ouyang...”
Ouyang Xianyue nodded calmly and signaled Wen Ruan through the outer seating.
The ceremonial movement made Wen Ruan’s heartbeat skip.
As they drew closer, her pulse quickened.
“Look who’s here,” Anne stood and, in a slightly American-accented tone, said, “Wendy, we finally meet again. I missed you.”
“Hello, Anne.”
Wen Ruan reached out, but Anne stepped forward, hugged her firmly, and kissed her cheek.
Two high-society faces met and waves of emotion burst forth.
Wen Ruan’s mouth twitched, still unused to such intimacy.
For some reason, this Anne seemed a bit tamer than before.
Perhaps the first time they met, this proud heiress had shocked her a lot.
After the warm interaction, Wu Kezhi and others rose to greet her.
After the pleasantries, Wen Ruan finally saw her own seat at the central table — a place that symbolized the highest power.
Her plaque printed in simple Chinese and English read:
[Special Advisory Seat — Wen Ruan (Wendy)]
At Ouyang’s cue, Wen Ruan sat down.
The cool leather made her hold her breath;
the smooth, cold marble surface reflected her slightly anxious face.
This was the heart of Tangjin’s highest power.
Mo Xiangwan, who had come in with them, quietly took a seat in the outer second circle.
Her seat had no nameplate.
As she’d said before, the highest-level meeting today was centered on Wen Ruan.
Mo Xiangwan was only a permitted attendee because of Tang Song’s promise and Ouyang Xianyue’s recommendation.
She hadn’t been formally assigned a domain within the family office and had no official seat.
Of course, the savvy Wen Ruan had already noticed Ouyang’s second intention: riding on Wen Ruan’s “onboarding” momentum to naturally push Mo Xiangwan, an important ally, up to the power table.
At ten a.m. the main door flew open again.
Steady, rhythmic footsteps approached from outside.
Everyone turned their attention to the door.
Wen Ruan’s heart jumped and everyone rose from their seats.
A tall, poised figure entered first.
She wore a light-colored tailored suit without ornamentation;
top-grade fabric and cut showcased her perfect shoulder and neck lines.
Soft brown hair was casually pinned back, roots volumized, with tendrils framing an exquisite face.
Her steps were unhurried;
with a near-golden proportion figure, her minimalist outfit revealed her form to perfection.
She emanated a calm, powerful aura.
Behind her were core executive teams from New York, London, Tokyo, and other major financial centers — each in suits, eyes sharp.
Those already seated stood again.
Voices rose respectfully, “Director Jin,” “Mira,” in succession.
Jin Meixiao simply nodded without breaking stride.
She walked directly to the main seat at the center table, not sitting immediately but turning slowly with calm eyes to sweep the room.
Her incoming core executives quickly found their placards in the second and third circles.
The process was quiet, efficient, disciplined.
In that moment Wen Ruan genuinely felt the unique charisma of a woman wielding top-tier power.
Especially in a strictly hierarchical, orderly seat of power.
Director Jin at the center looked like an absolute queen giving commands in a film.
Every glance and subtle movement radiated indescribable momentum.
At their private meeting at TC Club, she had thought Director Jin might not be so unattainable.
But now, appearing as the Chair of the Executive Committee in this temple of power, Wen Ruan truly understood the legendary charm and oppression of this business titan.
At that moment, Secretary Jin’s eyes swept to her and met Wen Ruan’s.
Wen Ruan’s heart skipped;
she greeted: “Director Jin.”
Secretary Jin inclined her head slightly.
Her cool voice came through the microphone and echoed clearly in the room:
“Everyone, today we first welcome the addition of a new committee member.”
“From today, Ms. Wen Ruan will serve as a Special Advisory Seat for the Tangjin Family Office. Personally, I very much look forward to her bringing more diverse, market-front perspectives to our rigorous decision-making system.”
“Welcome, Wen Ruan.”
Warm applause filled the room.
Secretary Jin’s gaze returned to Wen Ruan with a radiant smile.
In this atmosphere, even as a fellow woman, Wen Ruan felt her pulse race wildly.
It was like lying in the same bed with the drunken Su Yu — intoxicatingly beautiful!
If drunken Su Yu had been a dangerous, alluring poppy,
then Director Jin now was an ice mountain towering above a sea of power.
At that moment she suddenly understood fully why Ms. Ouyang insisted on bringing her in as an ally.
(000"1)!
Wait...there’s another question...
Am I supposed to go toe-to-toe with Jin Meixiao in this setting later?