The environnt inside was impeccable.
Built to European clay court standards, with fences all around, indoor temperature maintained at 24℃...
It was undoubtedly the most upscale venue she’d ever played on.
"No need to be so polite." Wen Ruan patted her shoulder, "You actually have a good physique, stable lower body, good rhythm, perfect for tennis."
"Thanks for the complint, Sister Wen Ruan!" Yao Lingling flashed a big, infectious smile.
Indeed, she had a stable lower body, primarily due to her small chest, big hips, and thick thighs, claiming a Born to be fit Sacred Body.
Seeing her smile, Wen Ruan felt uplifted and said, "Practice well, we could be long-term tennis partners. We’d get fit and in shape, wouldn’t that be great? Plus, we could team up for doubles in matches in the future."
Yao Lingling nodded joyfully, "I’ll work hard! Not only to be a champion but also to beco doubles partners with Sister Wen Ruan on the court!"
Wen Ruan spotted her playful expression and suddenly teased, "Of course, I an playing serious tennis, don’t get any funny ideas~"
"Ah!" Yao Lingling’s cheeks turned bright red, "I didn’t think anything funny!"
Wen Ruan laughed, "So cute, just teasing you made you blush, hahaha."
Then, a hint of deep aning flashed through her eyes.
She treated Yao Lingling well not only because of her charming personality and shared interests but also largely due to Tang Song.
Otherwise, as a director at Xingyun International Group, she wouldn’t have spare ti for creating smurf accounts and boosting little newbies to glory.
Isn’t it more thrilling to play peak matches?
But her man is a flirtatious bastard, "chasing skirts" everywhere out there.
Always making her the scapegoat.
She, after all, is a prestigious school graduate, at 30 years old, naturally no fool.
Even Su Yu and Jin ixiao are in a contest, with Liu Qingning watching like a tiger.
She’s been diligently stabilizing her base.
In work, she often communicates with Xie Shuyu, and in life, she maintains a close relationship with Yao Lingling.
It’s worth ntioning that she previously tentatively reached out to Jing, unexpectedly, this girl was particularly mischievous, even suggesting going on a date with Tang Song together.
Leaving her sowhat bewildered.
Not nearly as adorable as Yao Lingling, who listens to everything she says and greatly admires her.
Seemingly thinking of sothing, Wen Ruan sneaked a glance at Lingling.
Tang Song sohow developed a bad habit of spanking, where Lingling has a natural advantage.
Just at that mont.
"Ring ring ring——" A phone rang from the rack beside the field.
Wen Ruan quickly gathered her thoughts, picked up her phone, glanced at the screen, and paused.
[Mo Xiangwan]
"Lingling, I’m going to take this call."
Wen Ruan waved at her, walking toward the field edge while answering the phone, "Hey, Sister Xiangwan?"
"Wen Ruan, is it convenient to talk now?" Mo Xiangwan’s voice, low yet beautiful, ca through the phone.
"It is." Wen Ruan carried her water bottle, sat on the rattan chair next to the court, her tone calm yet instinctively lowered her volu.
"There’s sothing quite important I want to tell you ahead of ti, so you can be ntally prepared." Mo Xiangwan’s voice had slight pauses, as if she had deliberated over her words for a long ti.
"What is it?" Wen Ruan’s expression tightened, her gaze swiftly sinking.
Mo Xiangwan represents Su Yu, contacting her outside of work hours, it must be due to personal matters.
"Have you heard of the ’Tang Jin Family Office’?" Mo Xiangwan asked tentatively.
"Of course, I know," Wen Ruan paused, responding in a deep voice, "It’s the most mysterious and largest joint family office in the country, involving TY Precision, Smile Holding... There’s not much information online, supposedly participants are all top-tier wealthy elites."
After learning of Jin ixiao’s existence, she had ticulously researched much related information.
Mo Xiangwan spoke softly, "It is indeed a joint family office, but it might be completely different from what you think. Globally, there aren’t many that can truly be called ’family offices’. They typically only serve top wealthy families, and Tang Jin has already surpassed this scope."
Wen Ruan held her breath, listening closely.
As Mo Xiangwan narrated, the mysterious veil of Tang Jin gradually lifted before Wen Ruan’s eyes.
Currently led by Chairman Jin, TY Precision’s Miss Ouyang, ditation Capital’s Wu Kezhi, Anne Kate... among others, are decision-making committee mbers and core participants.
It’s not an ordinary wealth managent platform but an extrely massive wealth hub and strategic control tower.
The amount of capital controlled internally is an astonishing figure.
If likened to an organization, it’s more like a world-class invisible consortium.
Wen Ruan took a soft breath, genuinely said, "It indeed surpasses my imagination!"
Mo Xiangwan isn’t soone to speak senselessly, given her description.
It indicates Tang Jin is far more complex than it appears.
Thinking of consortiums, prominent nas like JPMorgan Chase, Goldman Sachs, Rockefeller, Kate of the United States imdiately appeared in her mind.
She had never thought such colossal beasts also lurked beside her.
"Wen Ruan, have you ever wondered why it’s called ’Tang Jin’?" Mo Xiangwan’s voice was sowhat low.
Wen Ruan’s heart trembled violently, her throat tightened, "I read online that it’s because of TY Precision and Chairman Jin, is it not?"
She had faintly anticipated what she might hear next, yet still couldn’t believe it.
"Haha, that’s just the public story. This ’Tang’ refers to—Tang Song."
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