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Chapter 578 The Mindset of the Strong

After the suitcase was properly packed.

Tang Song sat down in a window seat, took out his phone, snapped a picture of the front of the carriage, and shared it with Liu Qingning.

The message read: "You got on the bus safely, don't worry."

After sending the message, he placed his phone face down on the small table, leaned slightly to the side, and looked around.

The cabin layout is no different from the previous business class seats, with a 2+1 arrangement. The seats are spacious, and the light gray leather seats exude a sense of luxury.

As it was Saturday morning rush hour, passengers boarded the business class carriage one after another, and it was soon 80-90% full.

At this moment.

A middle-aged man in a gray suit walked over and sat down next to him.

He was around forty years old, with a lean and capable build, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and his hair was meticulously styled. He appeared efficient and restrained.

Noticing Tang Song's gaze, he smiled and took the initiative to strike up a conversation: "Are you from Shenzhen?"

Tang Song shook his head. "No, I'm here on a business trip."

He didn't explain much, and his tone was indifferent.

The middle-aged man paused slightly, seemingly accustomed to dealing with this kind of "cold" social interaction.

He pulled a tablet computer with a keyboard from his briefcase; it displayed an unfinished PowerPoint presentation.

I neatly placed the briefcase in front of me into the storage area.

The middle-aged man joked, "Young man, judging from your demeanor, could you be some up-and-coming celebrity?"

"Hehe, no."

"That's the financial industry?"

"That's it."

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he took out a business card from his suit pocket and handed it over. "Jiang Zheng, our company works on medical AI, and we've only recently started to get involved in the capital market."

Tang Song politely accepted the business card, smiled and nodded, "Tang Song."

He didn't say much, nor did he return his business card.

In fact, he entrusted his business cards to Lin Muxue for safekeeping and did not carry them with him on a daily basis.

On high-speed rail business class, especially when traveling from Shenzhen to Hong Kong, the financial center, similar conversations are common.

A chance conversation might just lead to an opportunity.

Tang Song is currently also on the mission of a "capital hunter," so he doesn't mind being approached like this.

Sensing Tang Song's somewhat aloof aura, Jiang Zheng frowned slightly.

But he still said in a lighthearted tone, "Our company is in Shenzhen. We just finished a round of business development and went back. I didn't expect there to be such big news in Hong Kong last night. I had to grab a ticket at the last minute and rush back."

"A major earthquake in the financial world?" Tang Song blurted out, his eyes flashing as he realized something.

"Yes, when Rongliu Capital poured that money in, the entire Hong Kong fund industry was in an uproar. I heard that one dollar fund adjusted its priority allocation list overnight."

"Good luck," Tang Song replied politely, without delving into the discussion, but instead glancing down at the business card in his hand.

Jiang Zheng, General Manager of Huiyi Cloud Technology Co., Ltd.

Then he looked at the tablet computer in front of him.

He then asked, "Does your company work on medical artificial intelligence?"

“Yes, we are based on a data platform and moving towards large-scale models.” Jiang Zheng immediately perked up. “We are working with Qingning Technology on the integration of large-scale medical models in the Lime3.0 direction, and we have just released the first clinical collaboration prototype.”

When "Qingning Technology" was mentioned, Tang Song became quite interested, saying, "Qingning Technology's Lime 3.0 is indeed outstanding."

After all, he had just separated from Liu Qingning, and apart from talking about love, the two of them talked most about Qingning Technology's large models.

At this moment.

A passenger also arrived in seat F to the right of Jiang Zheng.

A young man in his early thirties, dressed in a suit and tie, neatly arranged his laptop and mobile phone, and sat down with clean and efficient movements.

Jiang Zheng glanced at the other person, then seemed to remember something and tentatively asked, "Excuse me, are you... Mr. Li from Tongchuang Weiye?"

The young man paused, looked up at him, nodded, and smiled, "That's me."

Jiang Zheng's expression brightened, and he quickly handed over his business card, his speech noticeably faster: "Hello, Mr. Li, I'm Jiang Zheng from Huiyi Cloud. We have a deep collaboration with Qingning Technology and are currently implementing an Mson intelligent diagnosis and treatment system. The project is just entering the evaluation phase, and I would especially like to seek your advice..."

Compared to his cautiousness and probing when chatting with Tang Song earlier, Jiang Zheng was now clearly more enthusiastic and attentive to detail, even displaying a certain "exam-taking mentality."

In fact, the reason he traveled on business class was to secure such an opportunity.

On the business class trains traveling from Shenzhen to Hong Kong, you can often encounter elites from the financial sector.

For example, Li Moran, the VP of Tongchuang Venture Capital, is quite well-known in the Shenzhen VC field, and he focuses on the field of technology and AI.

Chiang Cheng naturally hoped to seize this rare opportunity.

Li Moran listened quietly, occasionally smiling and nodding, but always maintaining a gentle and restrained tone.

Tang Song, who was standing to the side, stopped talking and casually put Jiang Zheng's business card back in the corner of the small table.

The high-speed train vibrated slightly as it slowly departed from Shenzhen North Station and disappeared into the rain.

Jiang Zheng talked about most of the project, but seeing that Li Moran's reaction remained indifferent, he wisely slowed down his speech.

After a few seconds, he turned and asked softly, "Mr. Li, did you also go to Hong Kong this time for Rongliu Capital's 10 billion yuan fund of funds?"

"Yep."

"I heard that three or four funds have already received advance notice and submitted their materials overnight... It seems that there will be a complete reshuffle in Hong Kong."

Li Moran said calmly, "Yes, a few old projects may be restarted, depending on the situation."

Just as Jiang Zheng was about to discuss this topic in more depth with the other party, he saw that Li Moran had already put on noise-canceling headphones, dialed a phone, and started whispering something.

Jiang Zheng, finding it inconvenient to continue the conversation, could only return to his seat, his mood visibly dejected.

Turning my head again, I saw Tang Song holding up his phone, pointing it at the front of the carriage, adjusting the exposure and angle.

Immediately afterwards, the bilingual announcement in Cantonese and Mandarin, which has become incredibly popular online, rang out in the carriage: "Next stop, West Kowloon Station, Hong Kong."

After the shoot, Tang Song put away his phone, previewed the results, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Are you making a short video?" Jiang Zheng asked casually with a smile.

"Yes, I create content." Tang Song nodded, his tone unhurried.

"Is it the vlog type?"

"Almost there," Tang Song said, putting on his headphones and making some simple edits of the footage.

In addition to dealing with the major changes at Rongliu Capital, he also plans to shoot some video footage and manage his Douyin account during his trip to Hong Kong.

After all, the "Charm Manifestation" task offers the valuable reward of "Charm +1". Everything is going smoothly on Xiaohongshu, and we also need to work on Douyin.

This well-known expertise, spanning from Shenzhen to Hong Kong, is perfect for using as the opening of my video.

Upon hearing his words, a barely perceptible sense of disappointment flashed in Jiang Zheng's eyes.

The temperament of Tang and Song is too outstanding.

Calm and composed, with an understated air of nobility, she didn't look like an ordinary person at all.

When he first heard that the other person was a financial professional, he thought that the other person was a key figure in an investment bank or a second-generation member of a family business, and he couldn't help but feel the desire to make friends.

It turned out that he didn't seem to have been to Hong Kong much, and he was also making short videos.

Although many young investors are now involved in content creation, it still sounds somewhat unexpected.

They didn't continue with the project introduction they had just given.

He then turned his attention to Li Moran on the other side.

You could vaguely hear him saying keywords like "list of institutions," "Rongliu Capital," and "co-managed account" on the phone.

Every word sounded weighty.

Jiang Zheng leaned forward slightly, adopting a posture of attentive listening, while quickly organizing his thoughts and considering how to begin.

……

On the high-speed train from Shenzhen North to Guangzhou.

"Tap tap tap—" The sound of fingernails tapping on the keyboard rang out continuously.

After a while.

Lulu sighed and rubbed her temples: "Fine, that company we just talked to only offered 5K, and they explicitly said they wanted someone who could accept unpaid overtime... Are all job hunting scams these days? I really need to consider changing careers."

Zhang Yan was silent for a while, then whispered, "You could try taking the civil service exam or applying for a government-affiliated institution."

“Sigh…” Lulu shrugged. “It’s so hard to get a job now, it’s like a thousand troops crossing a single-plank bridge. And I also want to buy a house, so I can’t let my housing provident fund fall behind. I don’t dare to study full-time, I don’t have the confidence.”

“That’s true.” Zhang Yan nodded, lowering her eyes, her gaze somewhat dim.

In her heart, she always felt that Lulu was much more "successful" than herself.

Lulu interned at a new media company before graduating from university, catching the last wave of the boom period for WeChat official accounts. She wrote several viral articles with over 10 views, successfully got a full-time position, and saved up her first savings.

In contrast, she is 26 years old this year, but has only 17,000 yuan in savings and is facing the risk of unemployment.

In recent years, she has been moving and changing rentals constantly, her life drifting like she has no roots.

During holidays, I would also send some money home.

Money, of course, cannot be saved.

If I really want to take the civil service exam, I'll have to leave Guangzhou, rent a cheap place, and study hard.

Where is the exam held?
A name popped into her mind—Yancheng.

Her eyes lit up slightly, and she began to silently count on her fingers.

If you rent an old family compound like the one in Yancheng, a one-bedroom apartment costs about 600 yuan, so preparing for the exam for a year would cost 7200 yuan.

I cook for myself and keep my monthly expenses under 500 yuan; plus daily necessities, utilities, transportation...

After all the miscellaneous calculations, 17,000 seems to be just enough.

But the prerequisite is... you can't get sick.

My thoughts gradually dimmed, and my gaze dimmed as well.

Of course, all of this is just "thinking".

She sighed softly, looked away from her phone, and focused her gaze back on the comic book on her lap.

Dragon Ball Volume 32.

This is also the 2009 edition. She carefully selected each one, and they all look brand new, without any damage or stains. They are of excellent quality.

My chest rose and fell slightly as images flashed through my mind.

Twelve years later, she still remembers that the book she lost was volume 16, "Goku Awakens! The Legend of the Super Saiyan".

That volume tells the story of Frieza killing Krillin, Goku transforming into a Super Saiyan in a fit of rage, and the final battle destroying Namek.

She still clearly remembers that her usually carefree deskmate, one day, suddenly stood at the classroom door holding this comic book, and declared righteously, "I'm going to avenge Xiaolin!"

Then he began to "transform," which made the students burst into laughter.

He returned to his seat and excitedly recounted the plot to her, tirelessly turning each page, even pulling her to secretly read the comics during class.

In the end, he even lent her his beloved comic book so she could finish reading it at home over the weekend.

She took it back to her "home," or rather, to her aunt's house where she was staying, and read it very carefully.

But when she returned to school on Monday, she found that the comic book was gone.

I searched through my schoolbag, desk, drawers, and bedding... but I still couldn't find it.

She was so anxious that she cried, but there was nothing she could do.

She later learned that her cousin had taken the comic to school to "share" it while she wasn't looking, and had been tearing off pages and passing it around with his classmates.

When it was returned, only a dozen or so pages remained, scattered and fragmented.

Staying at her aunt's house, she had to be careful even when eating, so naturally she didn't dare to cause any trouble.

She had wanted to save up to buy him a new copy, but at that time, she didn't even have five yuan.

But by the time she finally had the means to buy it, Tang Song no longer needed it.

He had already switched to a new book and had even seen the sequel.

The scenery outside the window rushed by.

Zhang Yan silently lowered her head, her fingers tracing the cover of the comic book.

The train of time is much faster than the high-speed rail.

In the blink of an eye, 12 years have passed. You probably don't even remember me anymore, right?
……

The train slowly pulled into West Kowloon Station in Hong Kong.

The carriage came to a complete stop, the doors opened, and the passengers in the business class carriage gradually stood up.

Tang Song leisurely pulled his suitcase and walked towards the front of the carriage.

Not far ahead.

Jiang Zhengzheng quickly followed Li Moran's steps, leaning slightly forward.

"Mr. Li, I'm sorry to interrupt. I didn't finish speaking earlier. Actually, we've collaborated with Guangren Data before, and we were originally planning to bring them in as our financial advisors for this round, but..."

Li Moran turned around and smiled slightly, "President Jiang, I have a general understanding of your company's direction. Here, I'll have my assistant add you on WeChat later, and we'll contact each other again when a suitable opportunity arises."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Li."

After the pleasantries were over, Jiang Zheng slowed his pace slightly and sighed with some frustration.

Tang Song watched this scene quietly, then continued walking forward following the signs and the crowd.

The West Kowloon Station in Hong Kong has an extremely large structure.

There are four floors in total. The B2 floor is the arrival hall, which also serves as the immigration counter, declaration counter, and taxi and shuttle vehicle access.

Walking through it, you are surrounded by a surging flow of people.

Most of them are well-dressed, have a sharp and sophisticated air, and exude a strong sense of "international city transit".

Tang and Song followed the flow of people toward the customs checkpoint.

On the screen next to me, promotional videos from the Financial Regulatory Commission, the China Securities Regulatory Commission, and the International Financial Summit were playing on a loop.

The time spent queuing.

I was gently patted on the shoulder.

The Tang and Song dynasties looked back.

Jiang Zheng smiled and said, "We meet again, Tang Song. You probably don't come to Hong Kong very often, do you?"

He had just noticed that Tang Song was very curious about his surroundings, clearly it was his first time here.

"Mm." Tang Song nodded politely in response.

In his current memory, this is indeed his first time here.

However, based on the information we have, he must have come here more than once, and may even have lived here.

For example, that house at 21 Po Lo Road.

Are you taking a taxi? Or is a friend picking you up?

Someone is picking me up.

“Then you need to go to the arrival hall on B2. I also need to go there to catch the bus. Let’s go together. I know this place quite well.”

As he spoke, Jiang Zheng took out his identification from his briefcase and stood next to Tang Song.

Because it was the weekend, the queue took a little longer.

The entire process of leaving and entering the country took more than ten minutes.

Take the escalator down to level B2, and the spacious arrival hall opens up before you.

The floor beneath my feet was a smooth marble floor, reflecting the bright glass dome overhead.

Duty-free shops, convenience stores, currency exchange counters...

The crowds surged, and the sounds of suitcase wheels rolling, Cantonese conversations, and the occasional flight information announcements mingled together.

Tang Song looked around with bright eyes, feeling the unique atmosphere of Hong Kong.

Jiang Zheng turned slightly to the side and pointed in a direction, saying, "The 'drop-off and pick-up area' is over there. Cars picking up passengers usually gather in that lane."

"No need, my people are right here in the lobby." Tang Song smiled and stepped out of the passageway.

Jiang Zheng was taken aback, but still smiled and followed.

Soon, a figure appeared in front of them.

She was a very beautiful woman, standing next to the electronic welcome screen on the left side of the arrival hall.

Wearing a well-tailored white shirt and high-waisted black trousers, the waistline was perfectly cinched, outlining a perfect figure.

Her long hair was tied in a ponytail, and its color was a well-maintained light honey brown that shone with a soft sheen under the light.

He stood ramrod straight, exuding a cool and aloof aura befitting a "career elite."

Even in the bustling lobby, it still stands out prominently.

A hint of amazement flashed in Jiang Zheng's eyes, and he subconsciously took a second look.

Right under his gaze.

The woman also looked over, a bright smile appearing on her face, and quickly stepped forward to greet her.

Her high heels clicked lightly on the marble floor.

"Mr. Tang, you've arrived!"

Jiang Zheng was stunned for a moment, standing there, somewhat unable to react.

The woman naturally reached out and took the carry-on suitcase from Tang Song's hand. Her gaze was gentle, and her voice was clear and melodious as she said, "Did you get through customs smoothly? There were a few more people on B2, but I just notified the driver, and he's already waiting in the drop-off area. The timing was perfect."

"It went quite smoothly." Tang Song said gently, smiling as he looked at Xiao Xue in front of him.

He knew Xiaoxue very well.

During this meeting, I suddenly realized that she had changed a lot.

She has shed her impetuousness and affectation, gaining a more composed and capable demeanor, making her more like a truly qualified personal assistant.

Sensing his gaze, Lin Muxue pursed her rosy lips and turned slightly, "I'll take you there."

Tang Song hummed in agreement, then nodded to Jiang Zheng beside him, "Goodbye."

After saying that, he followed Lin Muxue and stepped forward.

Jiang Zheng let out a soft breath, a hint of undisguised surprise flashing in his eyes.

This woman is clearly no ordinary person; she is exceptional in both appearance and demeanor.

He originally thought she was Tang Song's girlfriend, but now it seems she's more like his assistant or secretary.

However, this "assistant" was clearly completely different from the "assistant" he knew.

A complex curiosity welled up inside him, and he slowed his pace, then instinctively quickened his steps to catch up.

Lin Muxue walked ahead with steady steps, occasionally introducing Tang Song to the structure and layout of the West Kowloon Station, as well as the culture of Hong Kong, in a gentle and detailed manner.

It's obvious that she did her homework thoroughly beforehand.

They stood out one after the other, their striking figures creating a subtle yet beautiful scene amidst the bustling crowd.

It attracted a lot of attention and had a very high rate of people turning their heads to look at it.

Jiang Zheng followed behind, maintaining a polite distance.

Stepping out of the arrival hall, a wave of heat hit me.

The drop-off and pick-up area was bustling with traffic, car horns blared incessantly, and crowds moved constantly.

Tang and Song walked through the crowd and headed to the right.

After walking about ten meters, their pace slowed down.

Jiang Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and his eyelids trembled violently.

A black Rolls-Royce Phantom was parked steadily to the side of the two people, its silver double-R logo gleaming under the lights.

An elegant and sexy woman stood to the side of the car.

Wearing a well-fitting dark-colored slim-fit business suit, black stockings and stilettos made her legs look straight and long, and she had an upright posture, holding a thick stack of documents in her arms.

He exuded calmness, confidence, and composure.

Behind her, next to the Rolls-Royce, stood three burly bodyguards in black suits.

Just as Jiang Zheng was stunned, the woman quickly came to greet him.

She stood in front of Tang Song, bowed slightly, and said in a clear yet affectionate voice, "Good afternoon, Mr. Tang, welcome to Hong Kong."

Tang Song chuckled and nodded. "Good afternoon, Shirley."

Shen Yuyan said softly, "I have prepared the first draft of the company's existing project overview as you requested, and the relevant supplementary materials have also been collected."

"Yes, thank you for your hard work." Tang Song took the document and glanced at it casually.

At this moment, Lin Muxue stepped forward, skillfully opened the car door, and said in a soft tone, "President Tang, please get in the car."

Tang Song nodded slightly and turned to walk towards the back row.

"Tap tap tap—" Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from behind.

Shen Yuyan and Lin Muxue instinctively stepped forward, trying to block them.

The bodyguard in the black suit was quicker, grabbing the person and keeping them outside.

Many people around turned their gazes toward them.

Jiang Zheng's forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat, and he said urgently, "Mr. Tang Song... I didn't have time to give a complete introduction to the financing project of Huiyi Cloud just now. I hope you can give me another chance!"

Tang Song paused, turned to look at him, and said calmly, "We can talk another time. It's not convenient now."

As he spoke, he waved the documents in his hand.

Jiang Zheng gritted his teeth and bent over forcefully, "Huiyi Cloud is a very promising company, our—"

The words are not finished yet.

A gentle and clear female voice interrupted, "Hello, I am Mr. Tang's assistant. Regarding matters related to the investment project, you can send the information to our FA email address, or contact me directly for a preliminary evaluation, and then forward it to Mr. Tang as appropriate."

Shen Yuyan's voice was extremely clear, neither cold nor warm, but professional and decisive.

Lin Muxue stood to the side, her eyes twitching almost imperceptibly, realizing she was a step too late.

I felt extremely frustrated, as if I had lost a point in this competition.

Tang Song didn't say anything more, nodded slightly to Jiang Zheng, and then bent down to sit in the carriage.

"Bang—" The car door closed smoothly.

Jiang Zheng stood still, took a deep breath, and quickly took out a business card from his pocket, handing it out with both hands: "Hello, I am Jiang Zheng, the general manager of Huiyiyun."

Shen Yuyan nodded slightly, reached into her cardholder and pulled out a matte platinum-colored business card, handing it to him.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang, let's keep in touch."

"Okay, okay, thank you."

Jiang Zheng accepted it with both hands, his expression respectful, his tone carrying a hint of unease and regret.

Footsteps and the sound of doors closing followed one after another.

With the roar of its engine, the Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly drove away from the drop-off area.

Jiang Zheng stood there, staring at the departing car, unable to come to his senses for a long time.

After a long while, he took a deep breath.

A wave of frustration and resentment washed over me.

On the high-speed train, he could clearly sense that Tang Song was interested in his project.

However, because he was obsessed with Li Moran, he missed the best opportunity to communicate.

If at that time……

Unfortunately, no if.

He lowered his head, his gaze falling on the business card in his hand.

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Shirley Shen
Director, Office of the Chairman
Rongliu Capital (Hong Kong) Limited
Confluent Capital (HK) Limited
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His eyes widened suddenly, his breath hitched, and his face was filled with disbelief.

"Confluent Capital? Confluent Capital? Shen Yuyan... Chairman's Assistant?!"

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit—"

He looked up again at the black Rolls-Royce Phantom that had already driven away, his eyes trembling, his throat tight, and he could barely speak.

That Tang Song from just now... he's actually the chairman of Rongliu Capital?!
(End of this chapter)