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Chapter 696 What professions do people who travel in first class have?
Upon seeing the prop details, Tang Song was visibly taken aback, and his expression became somewhat strange.

What is this thing? Why is it a collar?

Moreover, this is completely different in style from the "Oath" series of jewelry he previously gifted to Su Yu, the older sister, and the beautician.

He felt that it would be more appropriate to rename this thing the "Contract Collar".

And it even has a [Stamina +5] attribute bonus.

To be honest, my friend who is rich, beautiful, and fair-skinned is really a bit abnormal.

Tang Song felt like she was corrupting him.

No, to be precise, they've been led astray.

His gaze lowered slightly, landing once again on the QQ that he was pinning against the wall.

At this moment, her face was flushed.

His chest heaved violently with rapid breathing.

Noticing his pause, Qiuqiu's long eyelashes trembled slightly.

She actually started to suck on his lips.

Although it lacks skill, is clumsy and awkward, it carries a kind of heart-stirring obsession.

She opened her misty eyes and looked at him.

Eye contact.

She reacted as if she had been burned, and quickly closed her eyes tightly again.

Tang Song leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe. "QQ, your clothes seem to be in a bit of a hindrance. Shall I help you take them off?"

Although it was a question, his long, slender hand had already reached out.

Qiuqiu's body stiffened, and she shook her head, as if refuting and refusing.

But she kept her lips tightly pressed together and didn't say anything.

Her cool face showed shyness, nervousness, and hesitation.

Tang and Song stopped what they were doing.

He kissed her delicate earlobe and asked again, "Does what I'm doing make you feel uncomfortable or disgusted?"

Qiuqiu quickly shook her head, "No."

"Then why isn't it good?"

"I..." Qiuqiu's pink lips parted slightly, but she didn't know how to answer.

After struggling for a moment, she looked into Tang Song's eyes, which were full of expectation and tenderness.

She ultimately didn't want to disappoint him.

She shakily stretched out her two icy little hands and put them behind her back.

A soft "click" sounded.

The air itself seemed to leap up.

Qiuqiu lowered her head again, not daring to look at him any longer.

Tang Song's breathing quickened instantly. "Let's go, it's a bit cold by the door. Let's go inside and chat."

After saying that, he took her wrist and led her into the warm interior of the suite.

The lights dimmed.

Tang Song pulled Qiuqiu to sit on his lap.

Taking a deep breath, accompanied by Qiuqiu's soft gasp, he kissed her again.

...

Tang Song gently stroked Qiu Qiu's cartoonish figure, his attention returning to the system screen.

Click on Xiaojing's card.

The interface switched, and two sections with different colors appeared on the left and right.

Partner: Tian Jing (23 years old)

[Role: Agent (Jingyi Asset Management)]

Height: 168 cm, Weight: 48 kg

[Constitution: 66, Endurance: 67, Agility: 74, Comprehension: 82] (Note: Scoring standards differ for men and women)

[Growth Progress: 55%]

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【② Order and Guidance】

[Task content: After completing the "identity transformation", Tian Jing needs to formally enter the Dejurenhe and Tangjin Property system and establish her professional identity and resource status.]

But as a newcomer facing this huge and complex system, she needs a strong "mentor" to help her quickly familiarize herself with the rules, connect with resources, and truly begin to fulfill the responsibilities of an "agent".

Please have "Partner - Tian Jing" choose a "guide" from the following game roles to help her understand the operating mechanism of Deju Renhe, the logic of global property investment, and the management model of family offices.

(Selection list: A "Consultant - Anne Kate"; B "Headhunter - Zheng Qiudong"; C "Private Equity - Wu Kezhi"; D "Lawyer - Luo Bin")

[Task Rewards: Growth Progress 15%, Order Gift Pack *1]

[Task Progress: Incomplete]

……

After reading the new training tasks, Tang Song's eyes flickered slightly, and he instantly understood the deeper meaning behind the system's arrangement.

Xiao Jing is essentially an "agent" without any ambition.

The system doesn't actually allow her to personally manage any complex investments or business empires.

Her core task is to manage and operate those high-end properties that are already on track and represent the "soft power" of the Tangjin system.

Choosing a "guide" is actually choosing a suitable "mentor" for her.

To help her integrate into this huge system more quickly and effectively.

The system lists them side by side, which should also be in accordance with some kind of priority.

For example, Anne Kate, a top socialite, can teach Xiaojing how to use power and wealth to manage top properties globally and integrate into true high society.

For example, Zheng Qiudong's exceptional emotional intelligence and ambition, along with his control over [Dejurenhe], can help Xiaojing build a truly valuable network of information and connections.

The other two are also experts in their respective fields.

As for her choice, Tang Song has no intention of interfering.

However, he had a strong premonition in his heart—

Xiao Jing will most likely choose the blonde, blue-eyed "foreign woman".

Because, in his divine state, he had more than once caught a glint of curiosity and a desire for challenge in Xiao Jing's eyes when she looked at Annie.

This seemingly well-behaved, rich, and beautiful woman is actually not enthusiastic about boring careers and tedious numbers at heart.

What she always seeks is something new, interesting, exciting, and a stage where she can "play" to her heart's content.

Anne-Kate is undoubtedly the most playful and interesting choice among the four, satisfying her desire to "play".

One is a cunning little psychopath, the other a wild, foreign woman…

These two people together...

Tang Song felt a slight warmth in his heart. He shifted Qiu Qiu's position on his lap so that she was facing him.

To fit more closely with oneself.

To be honest, QQ and 00, these two best friends, are really two extremes.

Although 00 is also cute, QQ has a stronger visual impact.

In particular, Qiuqiu has a rather graceful figure, a typical "slender branches bearing large fruit" type, which does resemble Su Yu.

"You...don't look..."

Qiuqiu felt uncomfortable under his burning gaze, and her face turned red.

She couldn't help but reach out her cold little hand and cover his eyes.

However, her hand was quickly pushed away.

The night outside the window grew even darker.

Qiuqiu's eyes widened suddenly.

Above her head, a tuft of long, orange-brown hair swayed gently without any wind.

【Dream Flower Seed】Unfurls its magnificent branches, radiating a crystal-clear and dreamlike light.

It made her seem almost unreal.

……

Tuesday, October 2023, 12.

It was early morning, before dawn.

Qiuqiu slowly opened her eyes, paused for a few seconds, and then suddenly sat up as if startled awake.

She threw back the covers, stepped barefoot onto the carpet, and hurried toward the bathroom.

"Click——"

The door was quickly locked from the inside.

The rustling sound was particularly clear in the quiet bathroom.

Qiuqiu looked down, staring blankly at the stains on her pajama bottoms.

My cheeks felt slightly hot, and my heart was racing.

Last night… she actually… had such a bizarre and shameful dream.

From her adolescence onwards, especially after her grandmother passed away.

The immense pressure of life and the repression of emotions caused her to experience some psychological and physical problems.

She had almost no reaction to that kind of thing; in fact, one could say she was disgusted by it.

However, with the emergence of the Tang and Song dynasties, those suppressed emotions began to loosen.

Like a frozen lake, gradually thawing under the spring sunshine.

Especially last night...

She looked down at her chest, which was covered by her pajamas, and bit her lip.

My cheeks felt so hot they were almost burning.

I just stood there in a daze for a while.

After washing up, I changed into a clean white sweater and jeans and left the bedroom.

The morning light streamed down from the distant mountains, illuminating the entire suite with a bright yet soft glow.

Mother Li Meihua had just gotten up. "Qiuqiu, are you awake?"

"Hmm, how about... we go have breakfast together?"

Li Meihua was taken aback at first, then immediately smiled and waved her hand, "Oh, I won't go, I'm not hungry yet. You and Tang Song go eat, young people should chat more."

She was about to give her daughter a few more words of advice.

For example, "Be nicer to people from the Tang and Song dynasties" or "Smile more."

Qiuqiu simply said "Oh".

He turned around and walked quickly outside.

Her steps were light, and her high-tied orange-brown ponytail swayed gently in the soft morning light.

Looking at her daughter's almost "impatient" back, Li Meihua smiled with relief.

how many years.

Since Qiuqiu's grandmother passed away, every time she returns to her hometown...

This daughter was always shrouded in an inescapable gloom.

Between the mother and daughter, there was either a cold war or arguments.

Now, she seems to have become much more cheerful.

...

Arriving at the door of room 1666 next door, Qiuqiu took a deep breath and was just about to raise her hand to knock.

"Click——"

The door, as if by telepathy, opened again from the inside.

Tang Song's figure appeared at the door.

"Good morning, QQ." He looked at her with an incredibly bright smile. "You look beautiful today."

Qiuqiu's cheeks flushed slightly. "Good morning..."

Tang Songchao reached out his hand, and Qiuqiu hesitated for a moment before placing her cold little hand into his warm palm.

Interlocking fingers.

"Let's go out to eat."

"Ah."

Are you familiar with the county town?

"I came here many times when I was a child, to go to the market and buy clothes and such."

"Then take me to try the most authentic local breakfast in Qingcheng County."

"Ah."

……

It's 8 a.m. sharp.

A convoy of luxury cars, consisting of Bentleys, Maybachs, and two black G-Class vehicles, drove along the winding provincial road toward the distant hills.

The scenery outside the window gradually changed from neat buildings to the unique pastoral landscape of the Sichuan Basin.

The early rapeseed has been sown, and a layer of fuzzy, dark green seedlings has sprouted, glistening with dewdrops in the damp, chilly air.

After the rice harvest, only bare roots and stems remain in the paddy fields.

In the early winter season, it appears slightly desolate, yet it is full of the most simple and genuine atmosphere of life.

Inside the comfortable and warm Bentley.

As Qiuqiu looked out the window at the familiar yet unfamiliar scenery, memories of the past uncontrollably surfaced in her mind.

On a winter morning, white mist floats on the river, and cooking smoke rises from the village entrance.

Grandma would always take a piping hot roasted sweet potato from the hot stove and stuff it into her palm.

His calloused hands would repeatedly stroke her cold little hands, and he would smile and say, "Good girl, are you not afraid of the cold now?"

She would hold my hand and walk along that narrow, dew-covered, muddy ridge to the village's only primary school.

She would tell herself those "long, long ago" stories that she never tired of hearing;

On frosty mornings, I would take her to the fields to dig up sweet potatoes that had been touched by frost.
When he falls, he will gently pat the mud off his pants with his rough hands.

…Those memories are warm, yet incredibly distant.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

Just then, a warm hand gently landed on her hair.

Then he slid down to her shoulder and patted her reassuringly.

"Don't be afraid, Qiuqiu, I'm here."

Qiuqiu paused for a moment, then turned to look at him.

Sunlight streamed through the car window onto his profile, and she felt a sudden emptiness in her heart, burying her head in his chest.

I couldn't hold back my tears any longer.

Sobbing could be heard intermittently in the quiet carriage.

...

The convoy slowly drove into the village shrouded in winter mist.

It instantly attracted the attention of everyone along the way.

This sparked a round of criticism.

Finally, they stopped in front of the ancestral home courtyard at the north end of the village, which was already half-collapsed.

The uncle, aunt, and other relatives who had been waiting there were gathered together.

Some were smoking, some were eating sunflower seeds, and they were chatting and laughing.

Upon seeing this luxurious convoy that clashed completely with the surrounding low-rise houses, everyone stopped moving.

A barrage of shocked, curious, and inquisitive gazes were cast in unison.

The Maybach leading the way opened its door first.

Li Meihua couldn't wait to get out of the car.

She was wearing a brand-new, plain-colored coat, with a silk scarf around her neck, and her back was ramrod straight.

He looked radiant.

"Oh my! Big brother and sister-in-law! Second aunt! You're all here! Have you been waiting long?"

"We stayed at the Tianxi Hotel in the county town yesterday—the five-star one! We rushed over early this morning, and there was even some traffic on the way!"

...

She greeted us warmly as she quickly stepped forward.

That loud voice, almost like shouting through a megaphone, echoed throughout the quiet courtyard.

Even sitting in the back of a Bentley with excellent sound insulation, you can still hear it clearly.

The relatives were all stunned.

Some people don't even notice when the cigarette in their mouth falls to the ground.

Every face was filled with wonderful expressions that defied description.

Seeing her mother's poor performance, Qiuqiu in the car turned pale and looked nervously at Tang Song beside her.

However, his face remained calm and gentle, without revealing the slightest disgust or impatience.

Then she breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, the bodyguard in the black suit from the Mercedes G-Class behind them quickly stepped forward and respectfully opened the car door for them.

The two then came out from inside.

This caused an even bigger sensation.

The scene became chaotic and noisy.

Seeing this, Li Meihua loudly introduced him to everyone: "Come, come! Let me introduce you! This is our Qiuqiu's boyfriend, Tang Song!"

Looking at the scene in front of me.

Qiuqiu lowered her head in shame.

Tang Song remained calm, with even a faint smile in his eyes.

He couldn't help but think of those pretentious fake socialites.

Of course, this is different from Li Meihua's bold and straightforward style, which is a common way for rural women to show off.

If it were Xiaoxue facing this scene of "returning home in glory" today...

It's likely that this could lead to a massive, earth-shattering operation.

Speaking of which, she should be heading to Shanghai today.

Go and take over the luxury apartment she chose.

I've missed you all quite a bit since we last met.

……

Yancheng International Airport, VIP Lounge.

The afternoon light was softened by the frosted floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling into the quiet rest area.

Ma Yilin walked in with a clean and brisk step, carrying a backpack.

Today is Tuesday, neither a holiday nor a peak flight season.

The business class lounge was rather deserted, with only three passengers scattered around in the corners.

Some people were looking down at their newspapers, while others were resting with their eyes closed.

After completing the registration process at the front desk.

Ma Yilin grabbed some snacks and a bottle of lemon sparkling water, then chose the least conspicuous window seat to sit down.

He began to discreetly observe the three "potential targets" in the lounge.

She is a full-time self-media blogger, whose main content consists of outdoor interviews and knowledge sharing.

Her online name is @伊琳VC, a name that combines "venture capital" with her own name.

It exudes an air of elitism and style.

Because her videos are both informative and creative, she has gained a great deal of attention on platforms such as Douyin, Bilibili, and Xiaohongshu.

On Douyin alone, he has more than three million followers.

And the most popular series of all her videos is—"What professions do people who fly first class on airplanes have?"

Interview the big shots sitting in first class, listen to their stories, and gain experience.

Share the video with your friends online.

I was on a business trip to Yancheng and am on my way back to Shanghai.

She then decided to look for another opportunity to see if she could film another one.

However, despite the astonishing data, finding "prey" is not easy.

First and foremost, it's about looks and charisma.

In this appearance-obsessed era, an outstanding appearance is the first hurdle for a video to be "scrolled down" or "stopped from view".

Secondly, there is the manner of speaking and the storytelling.

The other party not only needs to have substantial content, but also needs to be good at expressing themselves and be able to hold their own on camera for several minutes.

Finally, and most mysteriously, is "first impression."

She needs someone who can arouse curiosity and goodwill in herself, as well as in the audience in front of the screen.

Her gaze swept over the three passengers in turn.

They are either obviously difficult to deal with, or they are deliberately flamboyant, or their appearance is really not good.

Neither of them are suitable candidates.

Ma Yilin sighed silently to herself, a hint of disappointment on her face.

It seems... today's topic is going to be canceled again.

I took some simple photos of my experience at the VIP lounge at Yancheng Airport.

Ma Yilin took out her laptop, put on her headphones, and began editing video footage.

More than half an hour later, the staff gently reminded us that boarding for the flight to Shanghai had begun.

Ma Yilin immediately packed up her equipment and, along with three other passengers, followed by staff, walked through a dedicated passage to the boarding bridge.

Holding your boarding pass, you walk through the cabin door, and the spacious and quiet business class area comes into view.

As she searched for her seat, she subconsciously glanced around.

She paused, her gaze fixed on the window seat on the inside.

There was already a woman sitting there, a very, very beautiful young woman.

She wore a high-quality, slightly oversized dark blue cashmere coat, over which she wore a simple white silk shirt.

Black trousers hugged her long, straight legs, and she wore a pair of understated yet stylish Saint Laurent low-heeled shoes.

A black and gold Hermès Birkin bag was casually placed beside him.

Her long, smooth, honey-colored hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

Her eyes and brows were calm, and her skin was snow-white.

Her lips were a cool, pale red.

Refined, composed, and aloof.

She sat there quietly, flipping through an all-English copy of the Financial Times, like a high-fashion film full of storytelling and sophistication.

Ma Yilin's breath hitched slightly.

It's her!

Just looking at her appearance, she's practically the perfect template tailor-made for her show.

Even if the other person's profession is ordinary and their speaking skills are average, as long as their face appears on camera, it's enough to garner a lot of likes and traffic.

Suppress your inner impulses and desires.

Ma Yilin first settled into her seat, then began to fidget anxiously and wait.

The plane took off, and the roar of the engines gradually faded into the distance.

The cabin returned to stability.

Wait until the seatbelt indicator light goes out.

Ma Yilin took a deep breath, gripped the small microphone and GoPro in her hand, straightened her posture, and put on a sweet and sincere smile.

He went up to her and sat down in the empty seat next to her.

The beautiful woman raised her head, her cool gaze fixed on her with a hint of doubt.

Ma Yilin carefully considered her words before speaking: "Hello, madam, excuse me for bothering you. I am a self-media blogger. May I chat with you briefly? I am currently working on a program. My channel is about entrepreneurship, career, and finance. I feel that you fit my image of a new-era elite woman. This is my personal account."

As she spoke, she placed her phone on the small table in front of the woman.

The woman glanced indifferently at the Douyin (TikTok) profile that had millions of followers.

His face remained calm.

But her long, beautiful legs crossed gracefully, her slightly relaxed back straightened slowly, and a bright smile appeared on her lips.

"Okay, then... let's chat for a bit."

"Thank you so much!" Ma Yilin was overjoyed and quickly turned on the camera and handed over the microphone.

Unexpectedly, this aloof woman took the microphone very naturally and then skillfully clipped it to the delicate collar of her silk shirt.

After gathering her thoughts, Ma Yilin asked her first question: "What do you do for a living?"

The woman chuckled softly, a hint of languor in her eyes: "Financial investment."

"I knew it!" Ma Yilin's tone was filled with undisguised excitement as she immediately asked, "So how did you get into this industry in the first place?"

A faint emotion flickered across the woman's face.

"Many factors," she said softly. "It's a combination of my own efforts and guidance from mentors. Overall, it stems from interest, but it's also a choice I'm making about my future."

May I ask about your educational background?

Imperial College London's Global MBA.

"Wow—that's a globally recognized top business school. An investor I interviewed before graduated from there; it's really prestigious. So, what's your position...? Would you mind revealing it?"

"Assistant To President, Chief Assistant."

"I didn't expect you to be such a young person, already a senior executive in the company. May I ask about your annual salary?"

The woman's lips curled up slightly. "Well... that's a secret. A few million, I guess."

Ma Yilin's breath hitched.

She's knowledgeable. For an assistant to the general manager to be so young and have such a high annual salary means that the company she works for is definitely at the very top of the industry.

"You're truly a winner in life! My channel has made some finance-related videos before, so I have some knowledge of financial investment. May I ask you a few questions about investing?"

"Mmm." The woman nodded gently, her posture graceful.

What is your view on the current capital market? Especially in areas such as AI, pharmaceuticals, and renewable energy, many investors say that these are "hot sectors".

“‘The most promising position’ is the one most easily blown away by the wind.” She smiled slightly, her fingertips tracing the armrest of her chair. “The essence of the capital market is a game of time and trust. In the short term, it’s about the narrative; in the long term, it’s about the structure. Whether it’s AI or new energy, the core is still who can truly change efficiency and master the underlying algorithms and supply chain.”

Capital fears hype most, because when everyone is chasing trends, the real opportunities are already elsewhere.

Maylin's eyes sparkled.

I know I've struck gold!
The two chatted for a while longer, and the beautiful woman became more and more relaxed.

In front of the camera, she appeared increasingly relaxed, her voice steady and logical, her sentences flowing as if they had been carefully rehearsed.

She doesn't need to put on a show; every pause and every smile seems tailor-made for the camera.

Looking at the image in the viewfinder, Ma Yilin had only one thought in her mind—

She's a natural-born camera darling.

“One last question.” She took a deep breath, trying to sound professional. “Do you think women face more challenges in the male-dominated finance industry?”

at this time.

The flight attendant, dressed in a dark blue uniform, approached with dignified posture and a gentle, respectful voice.

"Ms. Lin, this is a specially prepared drink for you according to your taste preferences. I hope you like it."

"Thank you."

Ms. Lin nodded slightly and accepted the wine glass.

The amber-colored liquid rippled gently in the glass.

She took a sip, a faint smile curving her lips.

"There are definitely challenges, but in my opinion, gender has never been a barrier; ability and vision are." For example, Director Kim's achievements in this field are well-known. In my work, she herself has encouraged me, saying that what is truly important is judgment and perspective.

"Wait, wait a minute!" Ma Yilin interrupted almost reflexively, sitting up straight. "The 'Director Jin' you mentioned, could it be... that person from [Smile Holdings]?!"

"Ah."

Ms. Lin raised her hand and tidied the stray hairs at her temples, her movements elegant to the point of being almost aloof.

(End of this chapter)