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Qin Ran's fingertips paused for a moment, then she picked up her phone almost instantly.

Shen Wang!

It was a message from a junior student!

"I have an urgent matter to attend to. You can continue the meeting."

She didn't even bother to explain anything to the people in the meeting room before grabbing her coat and hurrying out of the room.

The conference room door clicked shut.

The room full of executives, including General Manager Zhou Jianmin, were all frozen in place, looking at each other with disbelief on their faces.

Everyone was stunned.

This was an emergency meeting that would determine the company's survival, a crucial meeting to discuss whether next month's salaries could be paid. This newly appointed vice president, on whom the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission had placed high hopes, left the meeting midway through because of a single phone call.

After a full half-minute of silence, the meeting room erupted in chaos.

Li Baoguo, the vice president in charge of operations and a veteran of the company, slammed his pen on the table and spoke in a sarcastic tone:

"Ha, I knew it. What real skills could someone so young have?"

"When the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission sent her here, I thought she was a savior. Turns out she's just a rich girl sent here to get some experience?"

"The company is practically bankrupt, and you can just walk out of a meeting after answering a phone call? Don't you care about the company? Don't you care about anyone here?"

CFO Zhang Min frowned, her face already showing worry and dissatisfaction: "We only have this much money left in the account. Suppliers are blocking the door every day demanding payment, and the employees are about to cause a ruckus. We're in a desperate situation!"

"President Qin, on the other hand, just made one phone call and left. It's been days, and he hasn't done a single thing. Does he really not care about our company's survival at all?"

The purchasing manager sighed and shook his head, saying, "We were hoping she could bring some resources to revitalize our supply chain, but now it seems she might just be a greenhorn who has never been in the business world and is capable of deserting her post."

"Alright, alright, let's all keep quiet."

Zhou Jianmin raised his hand to suppress the murmurs, but his face was full of helplessness and disappointment.

He had originally held high hopes for Qin Ran, but what he just witnessed really dampened his spirits.

"Let's continue with our previous topic. As for President Qin... let's talk about her when she gets back."

But while they said that, everyone in the meeting room knew the truth.

How can a vice president who can walk away halfway through a company's life-or-death meeting be expected to bring Jingzhou Department Store back from the brink of bankruptcy?

. . .

Xi Yue Bay, large-sized apartments.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows lies the dazzling cityscape of Jingzhou, where bustling traffic merges into a flowing galaxy, seemingly a world apart from the smoke and fire of war deep in the Taihang Mountains.

Shen Wang's figure appeared out of thin air in the center of the living room, still carrying a trace of lingering gunpowder smell, and was enveloped in the warm atmosphere of the modern city the next second.

He casually tossed his coat onto the sofa and picked up his phone, which was charging on the coffee table.

The screen lit up, and dozens of missed messages and missed calls flooded in instantly, mostly from Qin Ran and Secretary Bai.

As my fingertip swiped across the screen, the first thing that caught my eye was a message sent half an hour earlier by Secretary Bai, the chief secretary of the provincial party committee:

"Mr. Shen, the 'Shen Mingyuan-Shazhenjiang Revolutionary Memorial Hall' is scheduled to officially open in three days. Key provincial leaders will be in attendance. If you have the time, please be sure to attend the opening ceremony!"

Shen Wang raised an eyebrow and a smile appeared on his lips.

The museum will open in three days?

Old Sha is quick!

With a thought, Shen Wang took out a stack of photos from the system space.

This is a group photo he took with Sha Zhenjiang, the brigade commander, and several other bigwigs after the last bombing of the Japanese stronghold.

When it came out of the print, it was brand new and shiny, and even the rough edges of the photographic paper were clearly visible.

But as soon as the photo left the system space, another miraculous scene occurred.

The originally smooth and white photographic paper yellowed and became brittle at a speed visible to the naked eye, with the edges curling up slightly, and fine creases and spots of erosion appearing.

It was as if it hadn't just been washed a few days ago, but had actually been lying quietly in a dry wooden box for over eighty years.

Shen Wang was already used to it, but he still couldn't help but marvel at the system's magic.

But the next second, his gaze suddenly sharpened, and he almost dropped the photo in his hand.

wrong.

The person in the photo is not right.

He quickly flipped through the group photos. Sha Zhenjiang still looked like he did in his military uniform, full of vigor, just as he remembered. The brigade commander's smile was still as hearty as ever, and the appearances of the other bigwigs were unchanged.

Only himself.

The young man standing next to Sha Zhenjiang in the photo, dressed in a Zhongshan style, has undergone a dramatic change in appearance.

At first glance, it looks like a completely different person.

Upon closer inspection, the contours between the eyebrows and eyes, the curve of the nose, and the mole at the corner of the mouth bear a striking resemblance to him.

It's like... an elder who was related to him by blood decades ago.

"Holy crap..."

Shen Wang stared at the photo for a full half minute.

He could understand things aging over time, but how could the system even change the appearance of people in photos that had already been taken?

"Could it be... that the identity I used over there, 'Shen Mingyuan,' was actually replaced by my great-grandfather by the system?"

As soon as the thought came to mind, Shen Wang couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The system patch is so thoughtful.

If that's the case, Old Sha would be completely bewildered if he saw this photo, right?

That person might have already guessed that he had some special methods, but if a great-grandfather really appeared, he would probably start to question his existence again.

I wonder what Lao Sha's expression would be if he saw this photo of his "great-grandfather".

After thinking for a moment, Shen Wang sent a message to Secretary Bai:

"Secretary Bai, while I was rummaging through old things at the old house, I found some old photos from the War of Resistance against Japan. It looks like Grandpa Sha looks like he was when he was young."

"However, I'm not sure if Uncle Sha will have time tonight. I'd like to visit him and ask him to help me identify it."

Less than a minute after the message was sent, Secretary Bai replied:

"Secretary Sha said he would be home to wait for Mr. Shen that evening."

"Waiting for you?"

Shen Wang raised an eyebrow.

It seems that Lao Sha is also looking forward to these old photos.

He replied, "Okay, I'll be there at seven o'clock sharp tonight," and casually placed the photo on the coffee table.

Shen Wang glanced at the system space, and a thought struck him. He then took out another item.

A jar of Daughter's Red wine wrapped in red cloth and sealed with mud.

This was a high-quality liquor that he specially asked someone to get from a century-old tavern when he was in southeastern Shanxi. It had only been sealed in jars for less than half a year.

"If photos can age, what about wine?"

Shen Wang wanted to conduct an experiment.

If wine could age...

A jar of Daughter's Red wine that's been stored for decades is a rare and exquisite wine!

As expected, the system did not disappoint him.

As soon as the wine jar left the system space, the originally bright red cloth instantly faded, becoming old and dull, and the embroidery on it became blurred and indistinct.

The mud-sealed mouth of the jar has cracked with fine lines, and the clay body of the jar has developed an antique patina, making it look like a vintage wine that has been buried underground for decades.