JW Marriott Hotel, 28th floor, presidential suite.
The door lock clicked softly, and the lights gently illuminated accordingly.
Su Yu took off her coat and casually placed her hat and sunglasses on the round sandalwood console table in the entryway, then stepped into the spacious living room.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window was the entire Shencheng Bay's nightscape, shimring and colorful like a galaxy across the sea.
She walked over, unfastened the Patek Philippe watch from her wrist, and placed it on the cool coffee table.
Her fingers were slender, her movents unhurried, every detail carrying an innate elegance that was pleasing to the eye.
From the bathroom ca the "splashing" sound of the smart system automatically filling the tub.
Private assistant Cheng Xiaoxi approached only after properly settling the luggage, handing over the phone.
Su Yu casually took it, lazily leaning back on the sofa as she kicked off the torturous high heels.
Cheng Xiaoxi stored the high heels properly, then took out a pair of soft and comfortable silk slippers from the shoe cabinet and gently placed them by her feet.
Su Yu pondered for a mont, swiped open the screen, and tapped the dial button.
"Beep beep beep—"
The call connected quickly, and a warm, magnetic voice ca through the receiver: "Hello? Su Yu."
"Good evening, Wen Ruan, I hope I'm not disturbing your rest?"
"No, not at all, it's Friday today, so I sleep late. I was just rewatching your classic TV drama with friends, that one called 'Career City'—it's so brilliant! And your acting is impeccable, both cool and beautiful!"
"Hehe, thank you for the praise. How have you been lately? Is your health good?"
The two exchanged a few caring words about their recent situations.
Su Yu shifted the topic, her tone becoming relaxed and casual: "By the way, Wen Ruan, let tell you sothing. Next weekend, I'm coming to Yancheng and plan to crash at your place for a few days. Is that convenient?"
Wen Ruan on the other end seed montarily stunned, then imdiately said: "Convenient, of course it's convenient, I'd be delighted. I'll tidy up the guest room for you in advance. Do you have any particular foods you'd like? Or wines you want to drink? I'll prepare them ahead."
A slight curve touched Su Yu's lips, her voice growing even softer: "No need to go to all that trouble, we're like sisters, whatever's fine. No need for the guest room, we can sleep together, it'll be easier to talk."
"Ah?" Wen Ruan let out a soft exclamation, carrying a mix of surprise and little excitent, "Alright then, looking forward to your arrival."
"Mhm."
After hanging up, Cheng Xiaoxi stepped forward and silently took the phone.
"Sister Yu, I've already communicated with Secretary Chen. Tomorrow evening, after Ms. Ouyang attends the summit's welco banquet, she will personally co to the hotel to visit you."
"Oh, okay." Su Yu responded indifferently, seemingly unsurprised by this outco.
She stood up, casually gathering her waterfall-like long hair and loosely tying it behind her head with a silk ribbon.
Then, with lazy steps, she walked into the bathroom.
The custom quartz round tub had hazy steam wafting over the water's surface, reflecting the entire dazzling bay area nightscape outside the window.
Cheng Xiaoxi placed a glass of aerated Burgundy red wine on the small table beside the bathtub.
Su Yu removed her clothes, revealing a nearly perfect snow-white body.
Her straight collarbones were delicate like butterfly wings;
her long swan-like neck traced an elegant curve;
her rounded, perky breasts swayed slightly...
Exuding astonishing temptation.
Ripples ford on the water surface, fragnted light swirling across her shoulders.
She slowly stepped into the bathtub, her fair, translucent skin rging with the swirling mist.
Wet strands of hair clung to her smooth, beautiful back, the contrast of black and white creating a powerful visual impact.
After downing the red wine in one go, she closed her eyes.
Imrsing herself in this lonely night that belonged only to her.
This encounter with Shen Yuyan in the elevator was indeed just an unexpected interlude.
Her purpose in coming to Shencheng this ti was to give Ouyang Xianyue a reasonable excuse to step down.
After all, Tang Song would soon be heading to New York.
New York... Jin ixiao...
And unexpectedly seeing Shen Yuyan, the forr "Campus Belle of Yancheng University of Science and Technology" here,
Many long-buried mories from the depths of her mind naturally surfaced like ripples on a pond after a stone is tossed in.
2018.
What a wonderfully nostalgic year.
On New Year's Day, Tang Song, who was still in his second year of university, was going to perform on stage with his dorm mates.
How could she, who was "inseparable" from him at the ti, possibly miss such a grand occasion?
She pestered him, insisting on going to watch.
He ultimately indulged her willfulness, taking her in disguise as an ordinary female university student, sneaking into that lively New Year's Eve party.
Oh, right, Jin ixiao was also there at the ti.
The expression on her face as she watched Tang Song on stage, thinking back on it now, was still quite spectacular.
Then, during the Spring Festival, her big-screen debut film soared to beco the dostic box office champion.
Excelling in film, television, and music, her radiance completely illuminated the entire Huaxia entertainnt industry that year.
Many other major events happened that year too.
Liu Qingning joined the "Internet " entrepreneurship competition, Qingning Technology began its establishnt,
Tang Song founded companies like Confluent Capital (Rongliu Capital) and Silent Crown.
Tang Yi Precision developed rapidly, Ouyang Xianyue appeared on CCTV.
Jin ixiao was elected Entrepreneur of the Year 2018, enjoying unparalleled attention.
Feeling the warm water gently glide over every inch of her skin,
Su Yu slowly let out a breath, as if so indescribable emotions were pent up in her chest.
Her hands trembled slightly, as if trying to grasp a vanished figure in the air.
A long ti later.
She raised her hand, her damp fingertip lightly tracing a line across her chest.
Then, on her chest, thighs, cheeks, abdon... she wrote his na stroke by stroke—
Tang Song.
Her fingers pressed down hard.
Her skin marked with faint red lines from her nails.
Yet she seed unaware, a gentle, dazed smile floating on her lips.
"See, it's all you."
......
December 9, 2023, Saturday.
Yanjing Tiancheng, guest bedroom.
Her biological clock promptly woke Qian Lele from her slumber.
She instinctively turned over, her palm touching soft, fine bed sheets.
The air carried a faint woody scent and a gentle warmth, like air pre-ward by sunlight.
She squinted, gazing blankly at the minimalist-style ceiling.
This wasn't the dorm.
Nor was it ho.
For a mont, she couldn't process where she was, only feeling a buzzing in her head.
It wasn't until her gaze accidentally fell on the grayish-white canvas tote bag on the bedside table that she went "ah!"
Instantly fully awake.
Scenes from last night flashed through her mind like a fast-forwarded movie.
The sweet wine, the night view outside the window, her brother's gentle smile, the flickering screen in the dia room...
Although she felt a bit fuzzy after drinking, all the mories were clearly preserved.
She had really let loose last night.
From childhood till now, she had never laughed like that, never had so much fun.
Laughing until her stomach hurt, her palms sweaty, even snatching the controller from her brother, sitting on his lap, insisting he teach her how to play racing gas hand-in-hand.
Finally played until she didn't rember what ti, falling asleep on the sofa.
And then... was she carried here by him?
Her cheeks flushed "whoosh" bright red, becoming burning hot.
Oh my god! Qian Lele! What have you done!
You promised brother you'd stay to help him clean the room, but last night you were so busy eating, drinking, and having fun that you forgot all about the main task!
Covering her burning face, Qian Lele ntally scolded herself for a good while.
With the original plan disrupted, she now had to make up for the work during the dayti today.
Secretly determined: I must do extra work!
Though filled with guilt, an uncontrollable thread of secret joy quietly grew within her.
Last night's mories were just too wonderful.
And this also ant she could legitimately spend more ti with her brother.
She picked up her phone to check the ti—it was just past 6 a.m.
In Yancheng at this ti of year, sunrise wasn't until 7:30;
outside the window was still pitch black, the city not yet fully awake from its slumber.
She put on her slippers and walked into the walk-in closet.
Hesitating for a mont, she selected a brand new dark-colored tracksuit from the wardrobe.
Although she wasn't the type to accept gifts from others without reason, wearing clothes he prepared for her at her brother's ho—
She found no reason to refuse.
It seed to signal a kind of "acceptance."
Changing into this high-end tracksuit, she also put on a pair of equally brand new HOKA running shoes.
Spinning in front of the mirror, the soft fabric clung to her youthful, graceful body lines, making her look vibrant, pretty, and spirited.
After admiring herself for a good while, she finally stopped examining her reflection, blushing.
Qian Lele walked briskly outward.
As soon as she approached the living room, she heard rhythmic "huff" sounds coming from inside.
Following the sound, she saw Tang Song by the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a black athletic T-shirt, hands on the floor, doing standard push-ups.
The light illuminated his solid shoulders, sculpted, tense muscle lines, and the slightly undulating back muscle groups under his T-shirt.
Sweat had already soaked his short sleeves;
under the light, his masculine charm radiated like an invisible aura.
Qian Lele quickly averted her gaze, greeting softly: "Brother, good morning."
"Morning, Lele, awake? How did you sleep last night?" Tang Song stopped his movents, stood up, and looked at her.
The Cinderella, now in brand new sportswear, appeared even more youthful and vibrant, like the first ray of sunlight piercing through morning mist—pure and full of vitality.
"Mhm! Really well, the bed was super soft, slept wonderfully." She nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling.
"It's too cold in winter, and it's still dark now, not suitable for outdoor exercise. There's a treadmill and elliptical machine here, you can do so indoor cardio."
"Mhm mhm, okay, thanks brother."
Qian Lele approached the high-tech elliptical machine, her eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of hesitation.
She usually exercised by running on the school field, never having used such advanced, complex fitness equipnt before.
Seeing her slightly flustered appearance, Tang Song chuckled softly and considerately ca to her side.
Like a professional fitness coach, he patiently taught her how to start the machine, adjust resistance, and set different exercise modes.
Soon, the quick-witted Cinderella mastered the basic operation thods.
"Wow! This is so easy to use! It can even asure heart rate!"
That kind of shining happiness from experiencing sothing new for the first ti flowed naturally from her.
Extrely contagious.
Tang Song also started the treadmill beside her, setting a relatively gentle jogging pace. While exercising with her, he chatted casually.
"Elliptical machines have less impact on the knees, suitable for girls doing long cardio for fat burning. Since you're just starting, don't aim for too high speed or resistance;
just keep your heart rate in the fat-burning zone (around 130-150 beats per minute)..."
Using simple, easy-to-understand language, he shared so scientific fitness knowledge and body shaping techniques with his little sister.
Unconsciously, the forty-minute morning workout quickly passed.
Both had worked up a good sweat, sitting side by side on the soft carpet before the floor-to-ceiling window, doing cool-down stretches.
Outside the window, the sky was gradually turning fish-belly white, the massive city skyline below becoming clearer.
A new day was about to begin.
Tang Song chatted from scientific exercise to healthy eating, then from healthy eating to how artificial intelligence would change future life.
His tone was gentle and well-structured.
Qian Lele listened enthralled, her clear, bright eyes wide open, filled with thirst for knowledge and admiration for her brother.
Looking at her pretty face full of curiosity and wonder.
Tang Song's heart couldn't help but stir with a subtle emotion.
No wonder many people forever like eighteen-year-old girls.
Not because of their youthful recklessness.
But because they haven't yet been tainted by society's complexity.
Their world is still a canvas waiting to be filled.
If you're willing, just spend a little thought and patience, taking them to experience those fresh things they've never seen before, to appreciate those vast worlds they don't yet understand.
You can easily harvest the purest, strongest positive emotional value from their crystal-clear eyes.
Noticing Tang Song's gaze on her, Qian Lele instinctively reached up to wipe her face, asking uncertainly: "Brother? Is there... sothing on my face?"
"No." Tang Song shook his head, reached out to pinch her cheek, and smiled: "It's that I think you're very beautiful."
"Ah..."
The blush on Qian Lele's face instantly spread.
"Don't, don't tease ." She muttered softly, brushing the stray hairs back from her forehead, trying to appear calm, "That... I promised yesterday to help brother clean the room, but I broke my word. So, what do you want for breakfast today? I'll make it for you. After eating, I'll handle all the housework. Brother, you should go take a shower first."
"Emm..... then how about egg pancakes with cold dishes."
"Okay, I'll go make them now." After saying this, Qian Lele got up briskly and walked lightly toward the kitchen.
After her figure disappeared.
Tang Song stood up, returned to the bedroom, took a shower, and changed into comfortable casual clothes.
Picking up his phone, he saw there were already several unread ssages.
There was the daily "check-in greeting" from junior Lingling, still full of energy and vitality.
There was one from his first love;
in winter, she only worked out on weekdays, sleeping in on weekends.
After replying to the ssages.
"Buzz buzz buzz—" The phone vibrated.
[Shen Yuyan: "Dear BOSS, Good morning! Today's the day the summit starts, I'm all prepared, definitely won't let down your high expectations, mua~ (#red lips)."]
[Shen Yuyan: "It's just that you got too excited yesterday, couldn't sleep well at night, dark circles are barely containable, need to apply more tinted moisturizer for damage control (#sigh)"]
[Shen Yuyan: photo.jpg]
Clicking open, it was a selfie of Shen Yuyan just after waking up.
In the photo, she was in her hotel room.
Wearing only a white camisole underneath, her jet-black long hair falling loosely, covering her shoulders.
Her fresh, elegant campus belle face, under the soft morning light, was breathtakingly beautiful.
Both pure and seductive, with a hint of barely noticeable calculation.
The campus belle Shen, having obtained a new position and revitalized, seed to have undergone subtle yet interesting changes.
...
Shencheng, JW Marriott Hotel.
"Ding dong—"
[Tang Song: "So it seems I caused your dark circles? Do I need to take responsibility?"]
Shen Yuyan's fingertip paused lightly on the screen for a few seconds, replying: "That depends on how you plan to take responsibility. It can't be... compensating for one night, right? If it's President Tang personally compensating, I'm afraid it'll be another sleepless night. (#chin in hand)"]
[Tang Song: "You haven't tried it, how would you know."]
Shen Yuyan bit her lip, her eyes shimring with moisture: "Heard it from Qingqing;
she always ends up with slapping sounds, needing to catch up on sleep the next day."
[Tang Song: (shocked emoji)]
Shen Yuyan looked at the screen and chuckled softly, pressing the phone against her burning cheek.
Her heart felt tingly and numb.
From the mont she got her new position yesterday, she had actually already completely fallen.
No longer thinking about playing hard to get with him, or even guiding his emotions.
More so, she was enjoying the ambiguity with him.
After exchanging a few more suggestive ssages back and forth.
Shen Yuyan reluctantly put down her phone and walked over to sit at the desk.
She looked at the paused video fra on the computer screen, the emotions in her eyes becoming extrely complex.
Last night's insomnia was mainly due to that aningful remark Su Yu left before parting in the elevator.
["I watched you host the Yancheng University of Science and Technology New Year's Eve party live, in 2018. The dancing was good. As expected, he had his eye on you back then."]
After returning, she imdiately found the complete recording of that year's party on Bilibili.
As the most popular "campus belle" at school, she had hosted too many parties and events, big and small.
She had long forgotten all about this New Year's Eve party.
It wasn't until last night, when she fast-forwarded through the replay, that she finally discovered the figure she had been dreaming about in a skit segnt.
So, she had actually shared the stage with Tang Song.
That year, Lu Ziming was madly pursuing her. A skit for the New Year's Eve party had a last-minute issue and needed soone to fill in.
Lu Ziming imdiately volunteered, pulling his dorm "bros" to answer the call.
Shen Yuyan was the female lead in it.
While Tang Song was rely a pure background character;
throughout the ten-minute performance, he only had two or three insignificant lines.
Back then, he still had traces of youthful stubble, an ordinary hairstyle, wearing cheap casual clothes and a sowhat tacky silver-frad glasses.
Completely different from now.
Yet even so, when she slowed down the video, carefully observing fra by fra, she still managed to catch glimpses of Tang Song's secretly cast glances toward her from several inconspicuous corners.
Which ant—
The "he" in Su Yu's statent "he had his eye on you back then" referred to Tang Song.
During university, he had had thoughts about her.
Of course, that was secondary.
What shocked her the most, even sending chills down her spine, was that Su Yu, already a top-tier superstar, had actually been present at an ordinary university's New Year's Eve party!
And, based on current circumstances to deduce, Su Yu had already known Tang Song back then!
What exactly was their relationship?
[Tang Entertainnt]... Tang Zong... President Tang...
Inexpressible trembling, mixed with fear, rose from the depths of her heart.
Actually, up to now, neither she nor Xu Qing truly understood Tang Song's actual asset situation.
[Rongliu Capital] certainly managed over ten billion USD in funds, but most of that ca from LP investnts.
As the company chairman, what Tang Song possessed was more managerial power;
one couldn't say these funds completely belonged to him.
In Shen Yuyan's eyes, Tang Song was indeed a capital big shot with extensive connections.
But she also subconsciously guessed that he was more like a "proxy" pushed to the forefront.
His ability to reach this point was likely due to support from Anne Kate and the [Kate Family] behind him.
But this appointnt at [Xuanji Optical World], coupled with this shocking discovery brought by Su Yu, made her suddenly realize
that she might have been wrong from the very start.
Dead wrong.
What kind of upbringing and background did he actually have?
Unknown, mysterious, obscure...
It filled her with spine-chilling fear and excitent simultaneously, also generating an indescribable obsession.
Tang Song, what kind of person are you really?
But no matter what, I will always be loyal to you.
You gave dignity.
You let see the possibility of realizing my ambitions and dreams.
After finishing breakfast.
Shen Yuyan first applied exquisite makeup with a touch of sharpness, putting on the true red Dior 999 lipstick.
Then, she changed into a sharp-lined Alexander McQueen black tailored suit.
She gave herself a composed smile in the mirror.
Just then, the doorbell chid crisply.
Zhou Li had arrived.
"President Shen, good morning."
"Good morning."
Zhou Li entered, reporting today's schedule:
"This morning at 9 AM, the summit officially opens. As a special invitee of [Xuanji Optical World], your seat is arranged in the second row of the VIP section. Before the keynote speech begins, there will be a one-hour pre-session free networking ti..."
"Additionally, President Shen, regarding [Yuanjian Shares] and [Win-Win Technology] you asked to pay special attention to—I just confird with the event organizing committee;
their delegations are staying at the Conrad Hotel and will enter the venue through the C2 guest passage."
"Mhm, okay, thanks for your hard work."
Shen Yuyan nodded lightly, her gaze turning towards the magnificent Qianhai Bay outside the window, the corners of her mouth lifting.
She couldn't wait to get reacquainted with those two "old friends" of hers.
8 AM.
Conrad Hotel, executive suite.
"Flick—"
A flash of fla, the cigarette lit.
Wang Yubo lounged lazily in the large leather armchair, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled the smoke.
The female secretary beside him imdiately leaned forward, offering a crystal ashtray.
He raised his hand, pinched her firm buttocks with his fingertips, eliciting a suppressed, coy protest.
Wang Yubo smiled, his gaze passing through the smoke to look at Ren Mingyuan sitting on the opposite sofa.
Teasing: "What? The summit hasn't even started, and you're already pulling a long face. Lacking confidence?"
Ren Mingyuan shook his head, "It's not lack of confidence;
this opportunity is once in a lifeti, our products and technical solutions are fully prepared. I'm just... worried soone might play dirty tricks behind the scenes."
His coming to Shencheng this ti could be said to bear the weight of [Win-Win Technology]'s entire future.
[Win-Win Technology] was a typical "whole-ho bundle" model smart ho company.
Their product line was very broad, from smart speakers, door locks, curtain motors to various sensors.
However, this also led to a lack of core competitiveness and technical barriers, preventing them from reaching the industry's top tier.
The current smart ho industry was extrely cutthroat with internal competition.
Above were platform giants like Huawei and Xiaomi, using their powerful ecosystems for dinsional reduction strikes;
below were countless "small but beautiful" brands focused on single categories, pursuing extre cost-performance or differentiated innovation, constantly nibbling away at market share.
[Win-Win Technology], stuck in the middle, saw its survival space continuously squeezed, with days getting increasingly difficult.
Most fatally, last ti at the Modu [Investors' Night], due to Shen Yuyan's sudden "attack," their Series C funding fell through completely.
They had to find a new growth point to regain favor with those keen-sniffed capitalists.
[Xuanji Optical World]'s software ecosystem was just starting, recruiting ecosystem partners globally.
In the AR smart glasses market, widely seen as a promising new blue ocean, with giants like [Tang Yi Precision] and [Qingning Technology] personally taking charge, [Xuanji Optical World]'s prospects were almost unquestionable, destined to beco an important future entry point.
His goal was clear: to get [Win-Win Technology]'s products officially authorized to join this brand new ecosystem in the first batch.
Future users could use voice or gestures directly through [Xuanji Optical World]'s smart glasses to control smart ho terminals.
This would be a huge technological leap and user experience upgrade.
Once cooperation was achieved, [Win-Win Technology] could imdiately gain the "Xuanji Optical World Ecosystem Partner" label, and its valuation would inevitably rise with the tide.
Completing the next round of financing should be unquestionable.
But therein lay... a huge hidden concern.
Wang Yubo flicked his cigarette ash, seeming to have seen through his thoughts long ago: "You're worried about Shen Yuyan?"
"Mhm." Ren Mingyuan nodded heavily, "This junior of mine has a vengeful personality."
"Hehe." A sly glint flashed in Wang Yubo's eyes, but his tone remained calm: "You're overthinking it. What kind of project is [Xuanji Optical World]? It's the core strategy that two giants, [Tang Yi Precision] and [Qingning Technology], are betting on for the next decade.
Even if [Rongliu Capital] holds a small stake, it's hard for them to influence the ecosystem platform's selection choices.
Besides, what is Shen Yuyan? A 'special assistant'—frankly, more like a senior secretary than a business executive with real power.
Thinking of that pure-yet-seductive green tea scher, Wang Yubo couldn't help gritting his teeth.
He certainly hadn't forgotten the scenes from [Investors' Night] last ti.
And had been waiting for a chance for revenge.
In his view, a capital big shot like Tang Song bringing Shen Yuyan to his side was rely attracted to her beauty and body, finding an obedient, pretty woman to keep as a "canary."
Such things were far too common in their circle.
How many so-called "beauty founders," "female executives," "principals" actually climbed up relying on these off-the-books "resource exchanges" behind the scenes?
Once the novelty wore off, Tang Song could kick her aside anyti.
A "vase" who climbed up relying on a man—what real power could she have?
Soday, he'd make that bitch kneel before him.
Ren Mingyuan let out a long sigh, nodding, "Right, I am probably overthinking it. After all, this opportunity is just too important for our [Win-Win Technology]."
Ever since news of [Rongliu Capital]'s billion-dollar mother fund ca out, he had imdiately, multiple tis, sent WeChat ssages and called Shen Yuyan, apologizing earnestly.
Even humbly offered to give her the equity share related to [Youjie Household Services].
But the other party showed not the slightest intention of reconciliation.
That utterly uncompromising, icy attitude made his heart palpitate with fear.
Just then.
"Ring ring ring—"
A phone ringtone interrupted their conversation.
Wang Yubo instantly wiped all frivolity from his face, answering the phone, his tone becoming respectful: "Hello, Dad..... Mhm, we're all prepared.... Okay, coming down right away."
After hanging up, he stood and said, "Let's go, ti to head to the venue."
Ren Mingyuan nodded silently, rising to follow him.
In the hotel lobby, the lighting was bright, the atmosphere solemn.
Several assistants in sharp suits waited to the side.
Wang Lean and [Yuanjian Shares]' strategic vice president Zhao Qihang stood in a corner of the lobby, conversing in low tones.
Both looked composed, their voices low and asured, yet carrying the pressure unique to older-generation entrepreneurs.
Before this imposing father who commanded respect without anger, he reverted to that ticulously dressed, flawless elite persona.
His upbringing was extrely strict;
in any public setting, he had to address his father by his title.
Ren Mingyuan also imdiately bowed slightly, greeting respectfully: "Chairman Wang, President Zhao."
Wang Lean glanced at them, giving a slight nod.
His gaze was profound, expression unreadable, yet naturally authoritative.
This helmsman of [Yuanjian Shares] and [Mingjian Capital], nearing sixty, had his hair ticulously grood.
That calmness and fierceness tempered from business battles made one dare not look directly.
After a few brief pleasantries, the group split into several business cars and drove away from the hotel.
In the back seat of the Maybach.
Wang Lean sat on the right, slightly turned, looking at his son beside him, and slowly began: "Yubo, I don't need to emphasize the importance of today's summit anymore, do I?
"Understood, Dad." Wang Yubo hurriedly responded.
"Understood?" Wang Lean's brow furrowed slightly, "I hope you truly understand, not just pay lip service. Cut it out with that female secretary. During the summit, she's not allowed in your room again. Understood?"
"Okay, Chairman Wang." Wang Yubo lowered his head with an awkward smile, sheepishly replying, not daring to refute.
"Rember—" Wang Lean's tone was low: "It's not just [Tang Yi Precision] people attending this ti. Top supply chain representatives from the entire South China region, ecosystem funds, even several overseas investnt banks are all watching this summit. How big the [Xuanji Optical World] pie is, you know. This isn't about a single order;
it's a qualification battle for whether our [Yuanjian Shares] can squeeze into the first-tier supply chain club."
"Dad, rest assured, I'll definitely perform well this ti." Wang Yubo imdiately pledged.
Wang Lean narrowed his eyes slightly: "You are now the General Manager of the Smart Manufacturing Business Unit, concurrently serving as Strategic Investnt Director, not so good-for-nothing rich second generation who only knows how to spend money and play around. Whether you can smoothly take over the entire [Yuanjian] from in the future depends on your performance this ti."
In the car, the air froze for a few seconds.
Wang Yubo instinctively clenched his fists.
Trying hard to maintain a smile, yet he could feel a layer of cold sweat on his palms.
His financial abilities were actually average;
joining [Mingjian Capital] as a fund director was just for gilding in the investnt circle.
To protect his inheritance rights.
His father was almost 60, would step back in a few years.
Within [Yuanjian Shares], besides his father's branch, several other uncles also held significant shares.
Those cousins were all watching eagerly like tigers eyeing prey.
His father bringing him to such an important summit was essentially to endorse and back him, this "crown prince," in front of all core partners.
He had to deliver a sufficiently impressive performance.
...
Tang Yi Precision Innovation Base, Future Convention Center.
Second floor, circular corridor overlooking the main hall.
"Buzz buzz buzz—
The phone vibrated slightly on the smooth marble desktop.
Qin Yingxue elegantly picked up the phone, glanced at the ssage on the screen, then looked up towards the figure leaning against the railing not far away: "Shen Yuyan has set off from the hotel, should enter the venue in about twenty minutes."
Anne Kate leaned lazily against the cool tal railing, her red lips curling into an amused arc.
Her erald-like eyes scanned with interest the main hall entrance below where so people had already gathered.
"I knew it. Mira would never allow any 'uncontrollable' variables to appear around her little king. She'd definitely plant her eyes around Shirley. Tsk tsk, this damn desire for control...... is so damn likable."
Qin Yingxue smiled faintly, not denying it, just adding unhurriedly: "Ms. Kate, you should know, this Assistant Shen is no simple character. Compared to Assistant Lin who loves pleasure, she's more ambitious and knows better how to use her desires."
"Of course." Anne finally turned around, her sapphire-blue eyes gleaming with a predator-like light, "A woman without desires is like champagne without bubbles—too dull. Sounds like Mira found another interesting pawn?"
She walked over and sat on the sofa opposite Qin Yingxue, crossing her long legs.
"Speak, Yingxue, what's your purpose today? Or rather... what's the task Mira gave you?"
Qin Yingxue said calmly: "It's regarding next month's New York shareholders' eting. Director Jin hopes this Assistant Shen can see so realities clearly and not make the wrong choices."
"That's so boring. I thought you'd bring that adorable Liu Qingning along too. I'm quite disappointed not to see her."
"Ms. Kate, Qingning's situation is very special. Director Jin hopes you won't disturb her."
"Well, well..." Anne exaggeratedly shrugged her shoulders, "I knew it would be like this. Rest assured, my purpose for coming to Shencheng this ti is simple."
She leaned forward slightly, her aggressive eyes fixed directly on Qin Yingxue.
"I want to et Ouyang Xianyue. I suddenly find her [Xuanji Optical World] very, very interesting. Do you think if I went to her seeking an offer, she'd agree?"
Such an interesting stage would be so dull without the addition of a "professional antagonist" like her!
Especially since she was about to have a well-behaved "daughter."
They chatted very happily on WeChat.
Hehe.
What an adorable child, eagerly wanting to be properly 'trained'.
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