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Chapter 585 Guangzhou, Guangzhou

Thursday, August 2, 2023.

5:30 am.

In late autumn, the sky over Hong Kong remains as dark as ink, and the entire city is still asleep.

The executive suite at the Four Seasons Hotel was serene.

With the crisp notification sound of the bank card receiving the funds, Tang Song swiftly threw off the covers and got up.

I washed my face with cold water, changed into my new outfit, "Energetic and Vibrant," and walked briskly out of the room.

After passing through the corridor, the elevator goes straight down.

Step into the fitness center of the Four Seasons Hotel.

I put on my headphones, the music started, and I began my daily high-intensity workout.

Running, core training, dumbbells...

He could clearly feel the surging, powerful force within him, brought about by the [Advanced Body Optimization Potion], coursing with every breath and every muscle contraction.

Sweat dripped down his defined jawline, soaking his training clothes, which clung to his body. His muscle contours became even clearer and smoother under the lights, every inch brimming with explosive power.

He exudes a strong aura of hormones.

This attracted frequent glances from other young women who also exercise in the morning.

As dawn broke outside the window, Victoria Harbour was shrouded in a thin mist.

After one hour.

Tang Song slowly stopped what he was doing and returned to his suite on the 42nd floor.

Stepping into the bathroom, the cool water washes over my head, carrying away the heat and fatigue, leaving only ultimate refreshment and an increasingly clear mind.

The water flowed across his sculpted, defined V-line, outlining a breathtaking arc.

I have had the [Advanced Body Optimization Potion] for 5 days.

Tang and Song increasingly felt their own power.

Every muscle in his body seemed to have been re-sculpted, full of power and coordination, and his mental state reached an unprecedented peak.

"Whoosh!" The system light screen unfolded in front of me.

View personal information.

View personal information.

[Player: Tang Song (82 Charm)]

[Character: President of Songmei Apparel]

Height: 185cm, Weight: 80kg

[Constitution: 83, Endurance: 84, Agility: 78, Comprehension: 85]

[Asset Status:]

Balance: RMB 1.01 million (investment funds of RMB 4.148 million)

...

He grew another 1 centimeter, reaching 185 cm.

Rongliu Capital is expanding in an orderly manner, and with the improvement of his physical charm, his charm score has finally reached 82.

It is worth mentioning that yesterday, Yimai Technology officially completed its financing, with him contributing $1250 million to acquire a 2.5% stake.

Go to the [Task Center] and view the [Third Stage Growth Plan Tasks].

① Branding: ...Establish a supply chain and OEM system to further enhance brand awareness. [Completed]

② Explosive Performance: ...continued upward trend, achieving monthly sales exceeding 100 million. [Incomplete]

③ Capital Hunter: ...Please make effective investments in 3 companies with unicorn potential to successfully increase equity value... [1/3]

【Yimai Technology】Does indeed possess “unicorn potential”, mission progress +1.

The "Smart Chain Future" that went to Guangzhou this time has been verified by [Tang and Song Dynasty's Draft Paper] and absolutely meets the requirements.

Most of the tasks have been completed.

Next, in addition to continuing to seek investment in companies with "unicorn potential", the most important thing is to make "Songmei Apparel" achieve monthly sales of over 100 million yuan.

November, that is, this month, is the best opportunity.

For e-commerce companies, the sales volume on Singles' Day alone can be equivalent to a month's worth of sales on a normal day.

With a flexible supply chain that can respond in 7 days and its own brand, HEYI STUDIO, we have a good chance of completing our task this month.

With a light breath, Tang Song stepped out of the bathroom and dried himself off.

I changed into casual clothes.

I just stepped out of the dressing room.

"Dong dong dong -" there was a knock on the door.

Upon opening the door, one could see Lin Muxue and Shen Yuyan standing outside.

Good morning, Mr. Tang.

Both of them had clearly taken great care of themselves, with exquisite makeup and smart, appropriate work attire.

Her posture is elegant and pleasing to the eye.

Tang Song's mood instantly brightened, and he smiled and said, "Come in."

The two nodded and walked in one after the other, their two distinct perfumes wafting in, both refreshing and alluring.

Breakfast, itinerary planning, packing personal belongings.

The entire process was efficient and well-organized with the cooperation of the two assistants.

At 7:50 a.m., everything was ready.

Accompanied by the two, Tang Song took a private elevator directly to the hotel lobby.

A black Rolls-Royce Phantom waited patiently at the door.

The car drove smoothly toward West Kowloon Station.

On the way, Lin Muxue gave a concise report on the weather, traffic conditions, and some necessary precautions in Guangzhou.

Lin Muxue and Shen Yuyan will not accompany you on this trip to Guangzhou.

The main reason is that they all have work to do.

In addition to participating in the company's restructuring, Lin Muxue also needs to coordinate with private jets to prepare for their future use.

Shen Yuyan will be involved in fund coordination and will report to Tang Song in real time.
"Goodbye, Mr. Tang."

"Mr. Tang, have a safe journey."

"Bye-bye." Tang and Song waved, took the suitcases, and turned to walk into the passage.

After a brief stop in the private waiting room, I boarded the business class train bound for Guangzhou South.

The train started moving, and the scenery outside the window rushed past.

The morning mist over Victoria Harbour, the mountains of the New Territories, the distinctly warm and cool skylines along the banks of the Sham Shui Po, and then the water-rich plains, paddy fields, and fishponds of the Pearl River Delta…

10 o'clock in the morning.

The train arrived at Yangcheng East Station on time.

As soon as I stepped out of the VIP exit, I saw a woman holding a sign with his name on it, who looked to be in her mid-thirties and was wearing a smart suit.

Upon seeing Tang Song, the woman quickly approached with a professional smile. "Hello Mr. Tang, I am Zhao Fei, your reception consultant during your stay in Guangzhou."

"Hello."

Then, she naturally took the suitcase from Tang Song's hands.

They led him out of the passageway and into a Toyota Alphard that had been waiting for a long time.

The car interior smelled pleasant, and the airline-style seats were large and soft.

Zhao Fei sat in the passenger seat and turned back to confirm, "Mr. Tang, we're heading to Baiyun Airport now, right?"

"Ah."

Tang Song leaned back in his chair, a smile playing on his lips as he thought of his older sister whom he was about to meet.

The car smoothly drove out of the high-speed rail station, and the panorama of Guangzhou slowly unfolded before his eyes.

The CBD with its towering skyscrapers, the old arcade streets, the tin-roofed shops, the teahouses with signs in traditional Chinese characters…

The bustling city life and the everyday life of ordinary people intertwine here.

As you enter Baiyun District near the airport area, the urban landscape gradually opens up, revealing ponds, fish sheds, banana groves, and village houses with white walls and gray tiles…

At this moment, he finally saw with his own eyes the Guangzhou described by Zhang Yan, a city full of everyday life and texture.

Then, Tang Song couldn't help but turn on his phone screen and open an email.

The sender was Zheng Qiudong, and the attachment was Zhang Yan's resume.

Yancheng Agricultural University, Beijing Gaosi Education, Yangcheng Cultural and Creative Media, Siyuan Culture, Shucheng Technology…

And her current address: Lanxinyuan Community, Liwan District.

Just like the scattered thoughts she once wrote in her QQ messages.

Her luck always seems to be terrible.

I've only been out of school for two or three years, but I've already changed companies four times. Each departure was accompanied by industry turmoil or the company's own difficulties.

Tang Song turned off his phone screen and gently closed his eyes, as if trying to sense something.

...

Guangzhou Baiyun International Airport.

At 11:25, flight information from Beijing lit up on the screen.

Tang Song stood beside the VIP exit of the domestic arrivals area, his eyes bright, quietly watching the passengers walking out of the passage.

Soon, a tall and voluptuous figure came into view.

She wore oversized Dior sunglasses, had full red lips, and wore high heels.

She wore a beige fitted long dress underneath and a loose camel-colored suit jacket casually draped over it.

The knitted dress fit her body perfectly, highlighting her classic Korean comic book figure.

The breathtaking curves of her chest and the pert lines of her hips create an exaggerated and alluring silhouette.

Her expression was languid and alluring, and her whole being exuded a relaxed and confident aura befitting a mature and sophisticated woman.

Every step she took was accompanied by a rhythm that made her heart race.

Many men around her were secretly observing her.

Wen Ruan, yet completely unconcerned, quickly scanned the crowd, and the moment her eyes met Tang Song's, she took off her sunglasses, revealing a bright smile on her charming face.

She didn't jog, but maintained her composed pace, walking straight towards him.

The high heels tapped on the smooth floor, making a crisp "tap, tap, tap" sound.

Every step felt like stepping on the heartbeat of the Tang and Song dynasties.

Wen Ruan stopped in front of him, tilted her head slightly, and smiled. "Mr. Tang, were you waiting for me here?"

"Of course I'm waiting for you, my Miss Wen."

"Pfft—" Wen Ruan chuckled softly, opened her arms, and unceremoniously threw herself into his embrace.

There was a muffled sound.

The overwhelming fullness of her breasts pressed firmly against his chest, their warmth and softness almost instantly captivating him.

Wen Ruan hugged Tang Song tightly, burying her face in the crook of his neck, greedily inhaling his scent.

"I've been so busy lately, my bones are about to fall apart. Come on, be my human body pillow for a while, let me recharge."

Tang Song took a deep breath, the air filled with her unique, rich fragrance, a blend of sandalwood and rose.

The two embraced each other in the bustling arrival hall, oblivious to everyone else around them.

Wang Dandan, the assistant who was not far away, stopped and waited quietly with her head down, carrying her suitcase and handbag.

Tang Song gently squeezed her soft waist and whispered, "Did you miss me?"

Her soft breath whispered sweetly in his ear, her voice both gentle and alluring, "I miss not only you as a person, but also your lips..."

She pressed her tongue slightly on the word "mouth," causing Tang Song's eyes to twitch, and his fingers unconsciously tightened around her waist.

She let out a soft, cat-like hum, "Have you booked the hotel?"

"It's booked."

Is the bed big enough?

"Big enough."

Is the soundproofing good?

"very good."

"Oh? That's no fun then~~"

"However, as long as my sister shouts loud enough, all the soundproofing will be useless."

"Don't worry about that. Sincerity might not be reciprocated, but with your sister, hard work will definitely earn you a response. You'd better keep trying!"

...

It took a while.

Noticing the increasingly dense gazes around them, the two slowly separated.

Wang Dandan, who had come from the Tang and Song dynasties, nodded in acknowledgment.

Wenruan took his arm and snuggled close to him affectionately.

The two walked out side by side.

One was handsome and tall, the other voluptuous and charming, attracting the attention of passersby.

Settle into the comfortable back seat of the Alphard.

Wen Ruan casually took off her coat, revealing a knitted dress underneath that accentuated her figure to the fullest. She stretched lazily, her exaggerated curves unfolding in the spacious carriage.

Tang Song turned his head and looked at her pair of bright, sparkling peach blossom eyes, his eyes smiling.

Reuniting with your beloved girlfriend in an unfamiliar city always brings a joy that is a mix of peace and anticipation.

Their eyes met, and she winked sweetly and playfully.

Her slender fingers began to draw circles slowly and deliberately in his palm.

"Tonight, I've arranged to have dinner with an old classmate of mine. He's now a core member of 'Smart Chain Future,' so we can learn some things about the company from him first."

"Yes, this company has a very promising future. The combination of AI and internet marketing can lay a solid foundation for Nebula International's future digital transformation."

"I've already assembled a dedicated team, and we can conduct an on-site inspection tomorrow. If everything goes smoothly, we can officially start the due diligence process next week."

Throughout the journey, their conversation revolved entirely around work.

But the air was thick with unspoken ambiguity and an impending surge of intense passion.

12:30 noon.

The Toyota Alphard slowly came to a stop in front of the main entrance of the West Tower of the International Financial Center.

A hotel butler in uniform approached with a smile, gently opened the car door, and bowed to greet them, saying, "Welcome to the Four Seasons Hotel, esteemed Mr. Tang and Ms. Wen."

The two got out of the car and, accompanied by the concierge team, took the elevator directly to the 70th-floor sky lobby.

Exclusive rest area.

The administrative manager checked the two in with a tablet computer and served them welcome champagne.

After signing and confirming.

Accompanied by the butler, we took a private elevator directly to the 97th floor.

The double doors of the presidential suite slowly opened.

The 7-meter-high living room's floor-to-ceiling windows frame a panoramic view of the Guangzhou Tower and the Pearl River. Handwritten welcome cards, seasonal fruits, and a hotel-customized chocolate sculpture are displayed on the coffee table.

The butler simultaneously introduced, "Mr. Tang Song, the suite has been pre-heated to a constant 24°C, and the fragrance system has been set to your preferred cedarwood scent. Ms. Wen, for your SPA service reservation, we have reserved the best river-view private room in the 100th-floor spa center for you..."

The butler then gave the two a brief tour of the space.

With a bang, the heavy door slammed shut.

As soon as Tang Song turned around, Wen Ruan pulled him over and pressed him against the cold floor-to-ceiling window of the room.

Her fiery red lips instantly covered mine, lingering and deep.

The kiss was filled with the longing of a long-awaited reunion and an undisguised desire, intense yet perfectly in sync.

Outside the window, there is the most magnificent urban skyline in the entire city of Guangzhou.

The Pearl River meanders beneath your feet like a jade ribbon. Not far away, the gracefully shaped Guangzhou Tower, along with the East and West Towers, stands facing each other across the river, creating a futuristic scene.

After a long while, until Wenruan was slightly out of breath, she gently pushed him away.
She licked her lips, which were slightly red and swollen from the kisses, her soft eyes sparkling with a sly smile. "Let your sister fill her stomach first, and then... I'll fill you up."

"Let's go, Zhuangzhuang!" Tang Song patted her plump buttocks lightly, the sound crisp and elastic.

Wenruan pinched his lower abdomen in annoyance, "You were just calling me 'sister,' and now that you don't give me your 'romantic charm,' you've become all muscular? Men really are all big pigs!"

After she finished speaking, she laughed first.

She took Tang Song's hand and led him out of the room.

Due to the nature of her previous work and her love of travel, Wenruan was no stranger to Guangzhou.

She was particularly familiar with Tianhe District, where Nebula International's branch office was located.

The two drove through several bustling neighborhoods and turned into a tree-lined old street, arriving at a private restaurant called "Wen Yue Fu".

The restaurant is tucked away in a small red-brick Western-style building from the Republican era, with several osmanthus trees planted in the courtyard.

In late autumn, a faint, sweet fragrance floats in the air.

The food came quickly.

Crispy-skinned and tender roast goose, perfectly steamed grouper, and a pot of rich, slow-cooked soup that has been simmered for four or five hours.

Wen Ruan ladled a bowl of soup and handed it to Tang Song. She also ladled a bowl for herself, blew on it to cool it down, took a slow sip, and comfortably closed her eyes.

"Try it, this place's slow-cooked soup is the most nourishing. Especially... it'll really help with your upcoming 'physical work'. Otherwise, some unruly person might end up begging for mercy on their knees."

She winked playfully at Tang Song, and under the table, her foot gently brushed against his calf.

Tang Song's throat bobbed, a surge of anger rising within him. "You just wait!"

Then, he mouthed two words silently: "slut."

She covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her eyes filled with seductive allure as she licked her lips, her voluptuous body swaying gently.

I must say, the older sister is really interesting.

After lunch, Wen Ruan refused Tang Song's request to go straight back to the hotel.

She then took his hand and they strolled through an old neighborhood.

In late autumn in Guangzhou, the sun still shines warmly.

They walked through rows of historic red-brick buildings and onto the mottled stone pavement.

The crisp sound of mahjong tiles clashing could be heard not far away, and the mixed aromas of herbal tea shops and beef offal stalls wafted through the air.

Feeling the unique, relaxed yet pragmatic humanistic atmosphere of this city, Tang Song's mood also became exceptionally peaceful.

At some point, the two arrived at Taikoo Hui.

Wen Ruan bought a bottle of chilled Sauternes, and then pulled Tang Song into the La Perla (luxury lingerie brand) boutique next door.

I bought several sexy nightgowns and lingerie that Tang Song liked.

...

It's around 3 p.m.

The two returned to their hotel suite carrying several shopping bags.

"Shh-"

The heavy electric curtains slowly closed.

The room's light dimmed quickly, plunging into an ambiguous and private twilight.

After washing up, Tang Song walked out of the bathroom and saw Wen Ruan turning on the bedside lamp.

She bent over, her dress taut and perfectly accentuated, outlining an exaggerated curve from her slender waist to her firm, full peach-shaped buttocks, creating a breathtaking visual spectacle.

Seemingly noticing the gaze behind her, Wenruan's movements slowed down by half a beat.

She slowly turned around and sat down on the smooth, black lacquered bedside table, her fingertips intentionally or unintentionally brushing against the slightly curled long hair by her ear.

Her plump and shapely legs were elegantly crossed, gleaming like ivory under the warm yellow light.

Tang Song's breathing gradually became rapid, his eyes blazed with fire, and his voice was deep and commanding, "Ruan Ruan, come here."

Her soft, red lips parted slightly, but instead of moving, she gently beckoned to him with her finger: "You, come here."

The sound of footsteps, "thump thump thump," was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Just as he reached out to touch her, Wenruan suddenly raised her foot and gently kicked his lower abdomen, using the momentum to leap backward and roll directly into the soft bedding.

He let out a pleasant chuckle.

Like a beautiful serpent, she stretched out on the soft mattress, continuing to beckon him with her finger, "Come here~"

Tang Song raised an eyebrow. "I think your butt's itchy again, isn't it?"

"Hmph." Wen Ruan gave him a flirtatious glare. "I don't know where you picked up this bad habit from. Let me make this clear first, I'm going to get a spa treatment and see some old classmates tonight. If you dare to beat me up, I'll bite you!"

Tang Song's eyes lit up. "Then I have to get it swollen!"

"Get lost!" Wen Ruan laughed, grabbed a pillow, and threw it hard at him.

Tang Song caught it neatly and pounced onto the bed.

Wenruan rolled over to dodge him, then rolled over on the other side of the bed and used the pillow as a weapon to confront him again.

The older sister works out regularly and has the added advantage of a system-generated cheat code, making her agile and nimble.

The large bed became their battlefield, a chase that took place amidst flying pillows and laughter.

In the end, Tang Song pinned her down on the edge of the bed.

The gentle struggle lasted only a few symbolic seconds before being completely suppressed.

The healthy, fair skin was exposed during the tearing, and it dazzled Tang Song in the dim light.

A jumble of noises erupted.

The air in the bedroom gradually became thick and humid.

"Oh my god! Tang Song! You're serious?!"

"No, no, no, don't hit me! I was wrong, okay?"

"Damn it, you bastard!"

"I'm angry! I'm so angry!"

……

Outside the window, the afternoon in Guangzhou presents a lazy and gentle scene.

A gentle breeze swept across the Pearl River, carrying with it a moist, warm mist.

The wind blew slowly through the courtyards of the red-brick Western-style buildings in Dongshankou, past the ancient red walls and yellow tiles of the Peasant Movement Training Institute, through the bustling streets below, and finally into the white-glowing windows of the Huiming Building.

7th floor, Shucheng Technology.

"Boom boom boom——"

An impatient tap on the desk startled Zhang Yan from her brief nap.

She sat up abruptly, her face still bearing the red marks from where she had rested her head on her arm, her eyes filled with embarrassment and shame at being caught red-handed.

"Zhang Yan, have you finished organizing the materials?" Director Bai Rui's voice rang in my ears, tinged with displeasure.

"Almost done," she said hurriedly, turning on her computer screen. "There's still some information that needs to be confirmed by the other party. I sent an email this morning, but I haven't received a reply yet."

"Then hurry up and urge them, what are you standing there for?"

"Oh, okay," Zhang Yan replied weakly, hurriedly opening WeChat and starting to leave a message for the other party.

These past two days, she has been having trouble sleeping at night because she is worried about her mother, and she is always sleepy during the day.

Bai Rui muttered something to himself, then turned and left.

Lulu, standing nearby, said irritably, "That fat guy is disgusting! He just thinks you're easy to bully! You've already finished your own work, but he still insists on giving you all this miscellaneous work of organizing materials. Isn't that bullying an honest person?"

"It's okay, Lulu. It was definitely my fault; I was sleeping during work hours..."

"What's wrong with sleeping? You've accumulated over a hundred hours of overtime in lieu of leave, and every time you ask for a day off, he makes things difficult for you for half a day!"

Zhang Yan pursed her dry lips, lowered her gaze, and said nothing more.

Just then, the phone screen lit up.

A message popped up.

[Shiguang Bookstore: "Hello beautiful lady, we just received a batch of Dragon Ball books that you've been looking for, the 2009 edition published by Qiongzhou Photography and Fine Arts Publishing House. We happen to have volumes 11, 21, 33, and 34, all in excellent condition."]

Zhang Yan's heart skipped a beat, her hands trembling slightly as she quickly replied: "Please, please, please hold onto volumes 33 and 34 for me. I'll come pick them up right after get off work!"

[Shiguang Bookstore: "Okay, no problem."]

Lulu, who was standing next to her, exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, so you'll be able to collect a whole set soon? That's really something, it's been four months, hasn't it?"

Zhang Yan let out a soft sigh, nodded shyly, and didn't say anything more.

My heart started pounding wildly.

After all, it's been a long time. The 2009 version of "Dragon Ball" is mostly a reprint or a version published by a specific publisher, and the original print run was not large.

Nowadays, it is even more difficult to find a complete 34-volume set in brand new condition on the second-hand market; most are single volumes or scattered volumes.

Therefore, she would spend some time almost every weekend searching in secondhand bookstores in various corners of Guangzhou.

They would also add the boss on WeChat and ask him to keep an eye out for them.

In total, she spent nearly 1600 yuan just on these comic books.

In fact, she knew that the simplest and quickest option was to buy a set online.

But she always felt that it wasn't sincere enough.

This should be like in the comics, where you go through countless hardships before you can gather all the Dragon Balls and make that one and most important wish.

Thinking about the last two comic books she was about to receive, Zhang Yan's originally gloomy mood was instantly brightened.

It was as if I was injected with boundless energy, and I began to handle the work at hand efficiently.

I finished the task quickly and sent it over.

Time passed little by little.

Around 6 p.m., Zhang Yan packed up her things and was about to get up to leave work.

Director Bai Rui's voice rang out again: "Wang Wenying, Zhang Yan, Li Zhengming, the three of you come here for a quick meeting."

Zhang Yan's heart skipped a beat, but she still braced herself and followed her colleague into the conference room.

This so-called "short meeting" eventually lasted a full forty minutes.

This was also the longest 40 minutes she had ever experienced.

By the time the meeting ended, it was already pitch black outside the window.

Bai Rui called her back again as she was about to get up: "Zhang Yan, did you take notes of the meeting just now? How about this, could you work a little harder tonight to coordinate with the marketing department, put together a draft, and send it to me?"

Zhang Yan looked at her supervisor, finally mustered up her courage, took a deep breath, and said, "Director, I... I have something to do tonight."

"It'll only take half an hour, it'll be quick, finish it before you leave."

The words of refusal rolled on Zhang Yan's tongue, but seeing the director's unyielding gaze, she ultimately swallowed them back.

The process of making this connection was far more complicated than she had imagined.

By the time she finished everything, it was already 7:50 p.m.

Zhang Yan numbly sent the email, grabbed her backpack, and rushed out of the office without looking back.

I ran to the subway station and anxiously watched the constantly flashing station sign in the stuffy carriage.

After taking the subway and riding a shared bike in the dark, I finally arrived at my destination.

The car slowly came to a stop at a street corner.

Looking at the roller shutter door that had already been pulled down in front of me.

Looked at the time.

【21: 11】

She stood there outside the door, her hand still on the handlebars, lost in thought for a long, long time.

Actually, she knew from the beginning that she probably wouldn't make it.

She kept forcing herself not to look at the time, clinging to that faint, unrealistic hope that maybe, just maybe, the boss was resting late today.
It has been exactly four months since I learned on July 2, 2023, that he left the capital and returned to Yancheng.

On July 8th, she bought the complete 16th volume of Dragon Ball.

Then, little by little, I managed to collect 32 volumes.

If she could collect the last two volumes, she would be able to... muster the courage to fulfill the wish that had been buried in her heart for so long.

A fine drizzle had begun to fall from the sky sometime earlier.

The bustling nightscape of Guangzhou blurred around her.

Zhang Yan turned around, got back on the shared bicycle, and rode back to the subway station she had come from.

She thought, perhaps, it's like the story in "Dragon Ball".

It takes going through enough hardships to make the final wish all the more precious.

(End of this chapter)