After the divorce, he went on a motorcycle trip, and his ex-wife and daughter were filled with regre

Han Qingru turned around and wrote four large characters heavily on the whiteboard: "Echo of the Soul".

"I propose that next month, on the first anniversary of the opening of Cloud Wasteland, we hold a large-scale Faceless Art Festival called 'Echoes of the Soul'!"

Han Qingru's eyes gleamed with confidence as she began to elaborate on her plan:

"During this arts festival, all visitors entering the town must hand over their mobile phones and all other communication devices at the entrance, completely cutting off their connection with the outside world."

"At the same time, everyone must wear our specially made masks to hide their true identity, occupation, age and appearance."

"Within the town, we will set up several core attractions. For example, the 'Emotional Pawnshop' where tourists can exchange a painful memory or a secret for a specially made drink or a souvenir; the 'Silent Concert' where everyone wears headphones, listens to the same music on the same channel, and revels in the square, but no sound can be heard from the outside; and the 'Bonfire Confession Night' where strangers sit around a bonfire, wearing masks, and freely express their loneliness and stress."

Han Qingru spoke faster and faster, with clear and logical arguments, directly addressing the deepest desires and most vulnerable pain points in the hearts of modern urban dwellers.

"Modern people are too tired, living every day wearing masks within various social media platforms and workplace rules. We want to provide them with a true sanctuary where they can shed their pretenses and liberate their souls. If this arts festival succeeds, 'Cloud Wilderness' will no longer be just a tourist attraction, but a spiritual pilgrimage site for all modern people!"

The meeting room was completely silent.

Everyone was completely shocked by Han Qingru's bold, crazy, yet soul-stirring plan.

Jiang Ye sat in the main seat, his hands crossed on the table.

He listened quietly to Han Qingru's explanation, watching her confident and radiant presence in front of the whiteboard, his eyes filled with undisguised amazement and deep admiration.

This is his woman.

She can not only give him the gentlest comfort in life, but also fight alongside him in the business world, and even see further and more clearly than him.

Looking at Han Qingru's confident and radiant face, Jiang Ye's love was like wild grass that had encountered a heavy rain in spring, growing wildly and spreading, taking over his entire heart.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Jiang Ye was the first to applaud.

Immediately afterwards, thunderous applause erupted throughout the conference room.

Jiang Ye stood up, walked to Han Qingru's side, and without any hesitation, put his arm around her shoulder in front of all the senior executives.

He looked at the entire room and, without hesitation, made the decision to agree:

"Big sister's plan is absolutely brilliant! I completely agree!"

Jiang Ye turned his head, his gaze sharp as he looked at Lei Heng sitting below, and immediately gave him a death order:

"Lei Heng, starting today, you will personally lead the team and allocate one billion yuan from the group's accounts as special funds to fully cooperate with Big Sister's plan!"

"We'll provide the personnel and the funding! All approval processes will be expedited!"

Jiang Ye's voice echoed in the large conference room, filled with an undeniable air of dominance:

"Next month, I want to see this 'Echoes of the Soul' arts festival become a super IP that attracts nationwide and even globally attention! I want the name 'Cloud Wasteland' to be etched deep into the soul of every modern person!"

. . . .

In preparation for this unprecedented "Echoes of the Soul" Faceless Arts Festival, Kunlun Capital was like a supercar with top-of-the-line fuel, starting to run wildly.

As Kunlun Capital's most important strategic partner and the actual leader of Huaxia Cultural Tourism, Xia Yu immediately canceled all his engagements upon receiving the news and flew from Yanjing to Hanzhou overnight.

The next morning.

In the spacious and bright luxury conference room on the top floor of the Kunlun Capital headquarters building.

Xia Yu wore a sharply tailored white haute couture suit and ten-centimeter black heels with red soles. She tied her long, wavy hair into a neat ponytail and wore exquisite and sharp makeup.

The moment she pushed open the conference room door, a powerful queen-like aura instantly swept over the entire room.

"President Jiang, Chairman Han, it's been a long time."

Xia Yu walked to the conference table with the crisp sound of her high heels, and threw a thick stack of documents on the table with a "thud," her movements clean and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.

The meeting officially began.

Xia Yu stood in front of the projector, demonstrating her formidable power as the head of Huaxia Cultural Tourism.

"Regarding this 'Echoes of the Soul' arts festival, I have mobilized all of Huaxia Culture & Tourism's core resources."

Xia Yu held a laser pointer, pointed at the densely packed list on the screen, and said rapidly:

"In terms of content, I personally brought together ten of the top independent rock bands in China, as well as three pioneering artists who have won international awards. They will be responsible for the core content creation of 'Silent Concert' and 'Emotional Pawnshop'."

"In terms of publicity, I've already connected with all the mainstream media networks across the country. Starting tomorrow, we'll be bombarding Weibo, Douyin, Xiaohongshu, and even subway stations and airport screens in major cities around the clock!"

"I want the phrase 'Echo of the Soul' to become the most discussed topic online within three days, bar none!"

Xia Yu spoke eloquently on stage, every piece of data and every plan was extremely precise, so perfect that no one could find a single flaw.

Jiang Ye sat in the main seat, his hands crossed under his chin, quietly watching the radiant woman on the stage.

Looking at Xia Yu's professional, calm, and even somewhat cold demeanor, Jiang Ye suddenly felt a strange and inexplicable unease.

The image of Xia Yu from the past involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

The Xia Yu who would grab his sleeve and laugh and cry when she was drunk in the small tavern in Xingcheng; the Xia Yu who, despite being afraid, still gritted her teeth and stood in front of him when facing the suppression from the Chu family.

Xia Yu back then, though somewhat willful and arrogant, was full of vibrant human warmth.

Xia Yu now is like a finely tuned business machine—perfect and powerful, but lacking some of the warmth he once had.

Jiang Ye sighed softly to himself.

He admired Xia Yu's talent and was grateful for her outstanding contributions to Kunlun Capital. But he was even more aware that he and Xia Yu were destined to be best business allies, the sharpest sword and the strongest shield.

Some things, once missed, are missed forever.

The meeting lasted for three hours and finally finalized all the details.

"call--"

After the meeting, Xia Yu let out a long breath, and her tense body finally relaxed.

She walked up to Jiang Ye and Han Qingru, picked up the coffee on the table, took a sip, and looked them up and down.

Suddenly, Xia Yu's lips curled into a bright smile, and she jokingly said:

"President Jiang, Chairman Han, I've noticed that you two are starting to look more and more like a married couple. During the meeting just now, even the way you frowned was exactly the same. Your tacit understanding is so enviable!"

Hearing Xia Yu's blunt teasing, a blush instantly appeared on Han Qingru's usually calm and beautiful face.

She lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly, pretending to tidy up the documents on the table, and whispered, "President Xia, you're joking with us again..."

Jiang Ye laughed heartily, and without any hesitation, put his arm around Han Qingru's shoulder, looking at Xia Yu and saying, "Thank you for your kind words, President Xia. After the art festival is successfully concluded, I will treat you to the best celebratory wine."

Xia Yu watched the two's intimate actions, a hint of sadness flashing in her eyes, but she quickly covered it up with a bright smile.

"Great! I'm really looking forward to Mr. Jiang's feast."

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