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Wang Ye turned around, coughed lightly, and adopted the authority of a big boss.

"Ladies, cheer up! We're working overtime for a bit."

Xu An'an immediately shook her head vigorously, her two large breasts trembling violently: "No way! This fragile working-class person is already out of energy! I refuse any form of capitalist exploitation!"

Wang Ye remained expressionless and began to deceive people with a straight face: "The footage we shot today at the Tang Dynasty Never Sleeps City is too beautiful in stillness, but it lacks a bit of dynamic visual impact. In order for our account with four million followers to reach the top of the trending searches across the internet, I have decided to shoot a major bonus scene - 'Hanfu National Style Group Dance'."

Shen Zhiwei frowned, a hint of wariness flashing across her face: "Dancing? I can't dance, and Song Dynasty Hanfu emphasizes gentleness and tranquility, which is not suitable for strenuous exercise."

Wang Ye immediately activated the Permanent Emotional Resonance Technique.

In an instant, Shen Zhiwei's true emotions flashed through my mind: [Dancing is so embarrassing... What if I accidentally expose myself with too many movements? This outfit is already tight... But this Song Dynasty style really feels so good on me, it would look really good in photos...]

Wang Ye chuckled inwardly, thinking, "Stubborn to talk, huh?"

"Director Shen, since this is about building team culture, how can we do without you, the culture consultant, personally guiding us?" Wang Ye walked to the speakers, connected via Bluetooth, and said, "It doesn't need to be too professional; the main focus should be on emotional value and a sense of human connection."

Liu Ruoxi parted her red lips slightly, her eyes sparkling, and gave Wang Ye a highly aggressive look: "Little brother, do you really want to see your sister dance? This outfit of mine is very hot. If you sweat while dancing, you'll have to be responsible for wiping your sister down tonight."

Su Qingyan didn't speak, but silently turned around, her cold eyes looking at Wang Ye, as if to confirm whether he was joking.

After a moment, she nodded slightly: "What kind of dance, and what kind of music?"

"Let's dance to that 'Learning to Walk in Handan' dance that's been all over the internet lately, and use the DJ version of 'Falling White' as the background music," Wang Ye said with a light laugh, setting the tone directly.

"Learning to Walk Like the Man from Handan?" Xu An'an perked up immediately upon hearing this. "I've seen this on short videos every day! That hip-twisting move is so cool, but it's a bit too seductive..."

Liu Ruoxi smiled slightly, her red lips curving into a swaying laugh: "That dance was jokingly called a 'tyrant experience card' by netizens. It seems our chairman really wants to be a Han or Tang emperor tonight. I have no objection; I'll just have to wiggle a couple of times anyway."

Su Qingyan nodded slightly: "I've seen it, and I vaguely remember the movements."

Shen Zhiwei pushed up her glasses. Although she felt ashamed, she compromised under Wang Ye's emotional resonance technique: "Let's learn it on the spot. Anyway, it doesn't need to be professional level, just similar in appearance will do."

The four stunning beauties immediately took out their phones and began practicing their skills by referring to online tutorial videos.

They already have amazing figures and stunning looks. Even though Shen Zhiwei and Xu An'an aren't very good at dancing, just a few swaying movements of their waists are enough to make people love them.

Half an hour later, the four girls, with their exceptional comprehension, had already learned six or seven tenths of the material.

"Your Majesty, we are ready~" Liu Ruoxi said seductively, getting into character and pulling the other three to stand in a visually striking row.

Wang Ye sat down with satisfaction on a traditional Chinese armchair, found the right angle, and set up his action camera.

"Music starts!"

Accompanied by the dynamic rhythm coming from the Bluetooth speaker, the DJ version of "Fallen White" with its operatic melody echoed throughout the living room.

[The parting is hidden, yet I find it difficult to write...]

[It is coldest when frost and snow melt...]

[Twirling a flower, I've stirred up white]

[Raising a glass to the vast sea under the moon]

[Waiting for the wind, how can I bear the longing?]

[White petals fall among the clouds]

……

As soon as the music started, the four beauties stood with their backs to Wang Ye, their feet slightly apart, their hands forming a "tiger's mouth" shape in front of them, and their wrists gently lifted.

Immediately afterwards, in rhythm, they thrust their left hips forward, initiating their steps, and leaned back slightly, presenting a languid and charmingly swaying posture.

The essence of the "Learning to Walk in Handan" dance lies in the word "tiptoe" and the swaying of the hips.

Xu An'an's Tang-style high-waisted ruqun was already loose, but when she twisted her hips, her G-class breasts, which defied the laws of physics, swayed violently in rhythm, creating a visually overwhelming sense of pressure.

Su Qingyan, dressed in a moon-white off-the-shoulder shirt, danced this alluring dance with a cold and beautiful face, keeping people at a distance yet exuding extreme charm. With each twist of her slender waist, she conveyed a sense of pure desire.

Liu Ruoxi practically brought the dance to life. The Ming-style Hanfu couldn't contain her mature charm with her E-cup figure. With each twist and turn, her eyes were drawn to Wang Ye, making her incredibly alluring.

The most surprising character is Shen Zhiwei. Her hidden assets, concealed by the Song Dynasty-style long jacket, are revealed in the violent lifting of her arms and swinging of her legs, creating a powerful contrast!

"I've plucked a flower, its petals now white; beneath the moon, I raise my cup to the vast sea..."

"Waiting for the wind, how can I bear the longing that lingers..."

The stunning ancient Hanfu, paired with the captivating group dance, was a feast for the eyes of Wang Ye, who sat in a grand chair.

This isn't just a trial card for a tyrant; this is the pinnacle of a super-rich person's life!

Three or four minutes later, the song ended, and the four women stopped moving, slightly out of breath, with fine beads of sweat on their foreheads.

"Is the chairman satisfied with the dance?" Xu An'an asked coquettishly, her chest heaving.

Wang Ye stood up with a smile and decisively turned off the action camera recording.

"Very satisfied, the valuable material has been preserved, however..." Wang Ye's gaze was deep, and a smile appeared on his face, "The encore performance will be mine alone."

Wang Ye silently recited the mantra in his mind, instantly activating the "Permanent Emotional Resonance Technique" to its maximum!

This skill can not only capture real emotions, but also create deep psychological suggestions based on those emotions, just like a gentle, subtle hypnosis.

Wang Ye's voice, with an irresistible magnetism, rang out in the quiet living room: "The Tang Dynasty was a golden age, and it was all about being unrestrained. My beloved concubines, let's have another dance, but this time... let's cast aside those cumbersome constraints and be as light as possible."

Under the influence of the Emotional Resonance Technique, the four women's eyes glazed over for a moment, and an unnatural blush rose on their cheeks, as if they had truly fallen into a state of blissful intoxication.

The melody of "Fallen White" plays again.

The four women began to sway their graceful waists to the beat, but this time, the scene gradually spiraled out of control.

As the music played, Xu An'an unconsciously loosened the ties of her wide-sleeved blouse, and the light pink tulle slipped to the floor, followed by the already precariously swaying high-waisted ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress)...

Su Qingyan's slender fingers hooked around the collar of her moon-white open-necked shirt. In the instant she turned around, the shirt was half-fallen off, revealing her jade-like shoulders... dazzling in the warm light.

Liu Ruoxi went even further, smiling seductively as she unbuttoned the metal buttons of her Ming-style long gown. Her dark gold horse-face skirt slid down slowly with her dance steps, revealing her ripe peach-like charm without reservation.

Shen Zhiwei peeled off the Song Dynasty-style jacket herself, revealing her hidden breasts, which were so visually striking that they were breathtaking.

The dance continued, but the clothes were gradually falling off.

The room was filled with fragrance, and the women were all beautiful and elegant.

Just as Wang Ye was fully enjoying the ultimate killing move of this Tang Dynasty's dance of ultimate bliss, a system notification suddenly exploded in his mind:

[Ding! Detected that the host not only completed the task, but also brought the immersive experience to its fullest potential!]

[Congratulations, host, for exceeding the hidden interaction task!]

[Double the mission rewards: 2 Mystery Blind Boxes have been distributed!]

Wang Ye listened to the pleasant system notification and looked at the scene before him, a landscape devoid of clothing.

Even with ten thousand coins, no, a hundred thousand coins, Liu Ji couldn't see this scenery!

……

Xi'an in the early morning was still shrouded in a thin layer of morning mist.

The spire of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda appears and disappears in the morning light, like an ancient paintbrush pointing to the sky.

In the bedroom of the guesthouse, Wang Ye stretched out a big yawn, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

The scenes of last night's "Dance of the Great Tang Dynasty" were etched into his mind as if they were the highest definition 4K movie.

It has to be said that it was an absolutely divine experience that money couldn't buy.

After washing up, Wang Ye practiced a set of boxing techniques. When he returned, he found that the girls had all woken up.

No one mentioned what happened last night.

Xu An'an sat at the table, eating bread and drinking milk.

Liu Ruoxi was scrolling through her phone.

Shen Zhiwei wore silver-rimmed glasses on her nose, and her tablet computer was lit up, displaying a dry paper on the origin of Yellow River culture. However, if you looked closely, you would find that she had been staring at the same line of text for several minutes.

Su Qingyan was packing her luggage, as if nothing had happened, except that her fair earlobes were slightly red.

The adult world is just like that, an unspoken understanding.

No one brought up the dance of ecstasy from last night, focusing on the idea that "as long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed."

"Ahem," Wang Ye broke the silence, "Ladies, pack your things, our next stop is Lanzhou, Gansu."

"Let's go!" Xu An'an mumbled through her milk.

After packing their luggage and checking out of the hotel, the group set off.

With a deep roar from the eight-cylinder diesel engine, the 32-ton steel behemoth smoothly drove out of the parking lot and onto the highway.

The navigation system shows that it is about 620 kilometers from Xi'an to Lanzhou, and it takes about eight hours if there is no traffic jam.

Fortunately, there's the L5 autonomous driving system produced by the system, the "Wandering Mode".

Otherwise, it would be quite tiring for Wang Ye to drive it himself.

The scenery outside the car window began to change as the tires rolled forward.

From the vast Guanzhong Plain, the landscape gradually transitions to the ravines and gullies of the Longdong Plateau. The loess plateau unfolds layer by layer in the field of vision, and occasionally the outlines of a few ancient cave dwellings can be seen in the depths.

After passing Baoji, the tunnels became more frequent. The matrix headlights of the Apollo RV cut bright fan-shaped patterns in the tunnels.

Soft instrumental music started playing in the carriage at some point.

The kilometer markers along the roadside kept decreasing: 500 kilometers, 200 kilometers, 100 kilometers...

Around 3 p.m., this 30 million yuan mobile fortress officially drove into the urban area of ​​Lanzhou.

The Yellow River, the great river that flows all the way from the Bayan Har Mountains, is now right next to them on the right side of the car window, slowly accompanying them through the city.

Unlike the roaring, wild Yellow River I saw at Hukou Waterfall, this one is calm and gentle, slowing down in the embrace of the city.

Following the navigation, Wang Ye drove his car into the parking lot of the Waterwheel Expo Park.

The location is superb, right next to the Yellow River, with a wide view, and the daily parking fee for RVs is only 19 yuan. There is drinking water and a toilet within 30 meters, making it extremely cost-effective.

The vehicle door opened, and the willow branches beside the campsite drooped to almost the ground, swaying gently.

"Get out of the car and stretch your muscles." Wang Ye waved his hand.

The four women got off the bus one after another. After seven hours of buffering, the awkwardness and romance of last night had finally dissipated considerably.

After grabbing a bite to eat and resting for a while, the group walked west along Nanbinhe Road. About fifteen minutes later, the outline of a gray-blue steel bridge spanning the Yellow River came into view at the horizon.

"Zhongshan Railway Bridge!" Su Qingyan's cool eyes lit up slightly.

The north bank is Baitashan Mountain, and the south bank is the urban area of ​​Lanzhou. Five arched steel beams span the water, gleaming with a calm metallic luster in the afternoon sun.

Zhongshan Bridge is now closed to motor vehicles.

Wang Ye led the four women onto the bridge. The steel plate beneath their feet was worn smooth and shiny by the countless shoes worn down by the footsteps of the people. The wind blew from the river, lifting the hem of Su Qingyan's pure white dress, making her look ethereal.

Su Qingyan placed her hands on the railing, looked down at the steel plate beneath her feet, and sighed softly, "This bridge is over a hundred years old."

"One hundred and sixteen years." Shen Zhiwei pushed up his glasses at the right moment, his academic director DNA was activated again, and his D-grade capital, which was tightly wrapped in a fitted shirt, became even more prominent.

Built in 1909, using entirely German technology, the steel and cement used were all transported from Germany to Tianjin by sea and then transferred here. It survived the War of Resistance against Japan, the Liberation War, and a major earthquake, and has remained in good working order for over a hundred years.

"The quality is truly impeccable!" Wang Ye said with a smile, patting the bridge railing.

……

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