Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 167: Little Xue Who Holds Up the Scene

Songmei Fashion.

"Good afternoon, President Tang!"

"President Tang!" "President Tang."

As Tang Song and Liu Mingchang entered the office area, employees greeted them one after another.

Several female employees gazed at their charismatic boss, their eyes sparkling with admiration.

It might just be an illusion, but every once in a while, it felt like the boss became a bit more handsome!

He Liting beamed with a radiant smile and jogged into the tea room.

She took out Tang Song’s exclusive coffee cup and a cup for guests.

She began to prepare fresh coffee.

She opened the automatic coffee machine, adjusted the grind size, set the mode, and started the high-pressure brewing…

Finally, she created beautiful patterns with the whipped milk foam.

After checking her outfit in the mirror, she picked up two cups of coffee on a tray and walked towards the manager's office.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

"Come in!"

He Liting gently pushed open the office door, looking at Tang Song, who was resting on the sofa in the lounge area, and sweetly said, "President Tang, I made two cups of coffee to help you stay alert."

After speaking, she walked over with light steps.

"Thank you, thank you!" Liu Mingchang slightly stood up, his face full of smiles.

He Liting carefully placed the coffee in front of the two.

"Thanks for your hard work, Lili," Tang Song smiled and nodded at her.

The nice lip line and white teeth made He Liting blush and her heart race, recalling what Qianqian had said about her “silver tongue.”

"Then I’ll get back to work. If you need anything, please let me know at any time."

After saying this, He Liting walked out of the office with small steps and gently closed the door behind her.

Liu Mingchang looked at the young man across from him and sighed again, "If I hadn’t met you today, I really couldn’t keep this business going. I’m really grateful."

The small company he started with friends mainly relied on Huiguang Decor for income, so it had poor risk resistance.

If he lost this business, the company would likely disband.

He had parents and family to support, along with mortgage and car payments; just thinking about it made him feel overwhelmed.

He never expected that a small favor he did in the parking lot would pull him through at such a critical moment.

He couldn’t help but marvel at the wonders of fate.

Tang Song took a sip of coffee and smiled, "Liu Ge, you’ve thanked me six or seven times already. You don’t have to be so polite; it’s just a matter of a few words for me. Let's properly introduce ourselves, I’m Tang Song."

Liu Mingchang hurriedly took out a business card from his pocket and placed it on the coffee table. "I’m Liu Mingchang. I opened a wallpaper decoration company with a friend, but it’s really just a small workshop."

The two exchanged a few pleasantries and added each other on WeChat, marking their true acquaintance.

While sipping the steaming coffee, they chatted.

Perhaps due to the drinking at lunch and heightened emotions, Liu Mingchang was particularly talkative.

From his narrative, Tang Song learned a lot about his experiences.

He graduated from a vocational school and worked two years in a warehousing company before joining a logistics firm. Though hardworking, he couldn’t earn much money.

Then he ventured into entrepreneurship and partnered with friends to open a wallpaper decoration company. Relying on a Wuling Hongguang S for transport, they struggled but gradually improved.

Last year, just before the New Year, he bought an Audi A4L and finally pursued his high school crush—the woman he had camped with at Taiping River for many years.

Unfortunately, they broke up in the end, arguing endlessly in a mess of emotions.

When talking about that girlfriend, Liu Mingchang’s expression gradually darkened.

He self-deprecatingly chuckled, "My ideal girl isn’t much different! People change. I liked her when she was seventeen or eighteen, with short hair and a carefree smile, not this thirty-year-old ‘little fairy’ who’s all about ritualistic behavior, constantly PUA-ing me, and filled with negative energy."

Tang Song pursed his lips, a smile appearing in his mind—an image of a blossoming flower.

"Clack—" Liu Mingchang set his empty cup on the coffee table and stood up. "I won’t disturb your work any longer. When you have time, please let me know, and I’ll treat you to a drink."

"Sure, I’ll see you out," Tang Song stood up as well.

"No, no, I can walk by myself. I won’t waste your time!"

"Goodbye."

After seeing Liu Mingchang out of the office, Tang Song returned to his seat, slightly narrowing his eyes.

After chatting with Liu Mingchang, he felt as if he had walked through a segment of someone else's life experience, leaving a peculiar sensation lingering in his heart, filled with reflections.

"Ding! You have triggered the branch task [Building Connections]. Please go to the task center to check."

[Task Content: "Building connections can help you acquire resources, information, and support, and provide assistance for business development and personal growth; it is a valuable wealth accumulation. Players are encouraged to actively establish and maintain good interpersonal relationships, connecting with ten meaningful contacts."]

[Task Reward: Insight +1, Tang Song’s Glasses *1]

[Task Progress: 0%]

[Note: Meaningful contacts refer to interpersonal relationships that can positively influence personal growth, development, and success.]

Seeing the second reward, Tang Song was taken aback.

This was the second time a named item had appeared, and it was his name this time—the previous one was [Soul Tribute of Su Yu].

Check details.

[Tang Song's Glasses]: Glasses worn by player "Tang Song," automatically correcting to optimal vision, providing excellent eye protection, significantly alleviating eye fatigue, and effectively increasing reading and learning efficiency.

[Note: To see the present clearly is to better see the future.]

This was an excellent item. Coupled with Insight +1, it could be considered a very generous reward.

This task had to be prioritized and completed as soon as possible!

"Knock, knock, knock—" A knocking sound came.

"Come in."

Immediately, Gao Mengting entered, dressed in casual attire, holding a stack of documents, looking spirited.

"When did you come back? Are you tired?" Tang Song asked with concern.

Gao Mengting placed the documents on his desk and smiled, "Just returned. The new batch of clearance stocks has been counted. Here’s the complete list."

The live streaming had developed unexpectedly smoothly; the summer clothes in her previous stock had sold out, and off-season clothes had been mostly sold at low prices.

Now that the new products had arrived, the live stream could proceed smoothly again.

Tang Song glanced at the stock list and then looked at his somewhat fatigued partner.

It was time to establish a dedicated supply chain management department.

Procurement was manageable, but inventory management and logistics were indeed cumbersome and time-consuming.

Gao Mengting’s main focus should be on the live streaming, not these trivial matters.

However, this part was also crucial and needed to contact headhunting companies for filtering.

Then, an idea popped into Tang Song’s mind—Liu Mingchang.

This thirty-year-old man had good character and had years of experience in warehousing and logistics; perhaps he could give it a try.

Of course, the key was that the [Building Connections] task had been triggered through him, indicating that he was indeed one of the meaningful connections.

There might be surprises.

However, this matter was not urgent; it could take its time.

Having figured all this out, Tang Song set the list aside.

He turned to his youthful and fiery partner, asking, "Mengting, what’s your ideal live streaming room for our company in the future?"

The renovation was in progress, and the task of [Shocking Employees] must be put on the agenda.

In terms of the live streaming room renovation, Gao Mengting was more professional than him, so it was worth listening to her thoughts.

Gao Mengting smiled, leaned against his desk, pulled out her phone, opened a photo, and showed it to him.

In a cheerful tone, she said, "About this, I’ve already envisioned it before. I did a simple sketch earlier, and later when my junior moved in with me, I had her help me create a complete version using professional drawing software…

The overall style is like a walk-in closet in a mansion; our target clients are young women who pursue sophistication and have certain spending power.

The wardrobe will have hidden LED strips that can adjust the color temperature, making it convenient to display different styles and colors of clothing…

To highlight the host’s image, the main light will be a 200W softbox with a 90-degree depth…"

She slightly leaned forward, her eyes bright as she described her ideas, getting more excited as she spoke.

Finally, she even walked around the room, enthusiastically gesturing her ideas to Tang Song.

In a sense, she was a true idealist.

Her passion for success and the future held immense enthusiasm.

While being serious and calm, she also possessed a hint of innocence and spirit, which was her most charming trait.

Tang Song enjoyed being friends with someone like her.

He casually forwarded her design draft to his WeChat, and just as he returned to the main screen, a message popped up.

[Dong Zhiping: "Senior sister, are you free tonight? I’d like to treat you to dinner."]

Tang Song raised his head, shaking the phone at her, calmly saying, "Dong Zhiping is asking if you’re free tonight; he wants to treat you to dinner."

Gao Mengting took the phone, quickly replied, explaining, "He’s a junior of mine who used to work as a market analyst at a large e-commerce company in Hangzhou. I heard he recently returned to Yan City, so I wanted to recruit him to our company."

"Mm." Tang Song nodded, "Let’s continue discussing our live streaming room. Hearing you talk so passionately, I’m getting excited."

After saying that, he stood up and walked over to Gao Mengting.

The two sat side by side on the sofa, gazing at the city’s miniature landscape beyond the glass curtain wall, and began to chat.

……

May 23, 2023, Tuesday, turning sunny to partly cloudy, 17–30℃.

Zhao Yaqian woke up early.

While using the restroom, she carefully sensed her body; it seemed like she had completely recovered.

This meant she could have fun without worries again!

After meticulously tidying herself up, she walked out of her bedroom, where He Liting had already bought breakfast.

The two sat at the table in the living room and began eating.

He Liting asked, "Haven't you resolved your resignation yet?"

"Mmhm." Zhao Yaqian took a bite of the meat bun, puffing her cheeks as she mumbled, "The beauty salon is short on staff; the manager has been hiring. I saw that they interviewed someone yesterday, so I should be able to leave in a couple of days."

During the toughest times, Isha Beauty Salon had given her a chance.

Now, even if she had to leave, Zhao Yaqian hoped it wouldn’t affect the salon's work.

"That’s good."

Zhao Yaqian sipped her warm millet porridge and said, "Tingzi, I don’t know why, but I feel strange about resigning. I can’t sleep well at night."

"That’s normal; after all, it’s not easy to find a stable job. You’re typical of lacking a sense of security, especially with debts hanging over you. You’ll feel this way until you sign the trust," He Liting said, fully understanding the feeling.

She and Zhao Yaqian both came from small towns with little family support.

So they were especially fixated on money; once unemployed, they would panic.

Zhao Yaqian quietly asked, "Tingzi, do you know how much money you can get from the family trust that Song Ge mentioned?"

He Liting shook her head, "I wouldn’t know, but from what I’ve heard, it’s at least several tens of thousands a month. If Tang Song is generous, there’s a possibility… I mean, there’s a chance he might directly provide a salary of a million a year."

"A million!" Zhao Yaqian exclaimed, dropping her meat bun, "That’s so much! No way!?"

Her expectations were not high; after all, she was using her boyfriend’s money.

As long as she could rent a place, not worry about food and clothing, and use her credit card and Huabei freely, occasionally traveling—that would be enough.

"Who knows? After all, Tang Song is so rich and treats you so well," He Liting said, a tinge of envy and jealousy creeping in as she spoke.

With Tang Song’s figure, looks, and character, even if he gave nothing, Qianqian wouldn’t be at a disadvantage!

Zhao Yaqian gritted her teeth, her eyes shining brightly.

What would life be like if she had a stable income of one million a year?

She could enjoy skewers freely, eat steak whenever she wanted, and casually enter those high-end restaurants.

She could swap her apartment for a luxurious high-rise or villa in the city center.

Shopping without concern, buying designer clothes, cosmetics, and skincare products at will.

She could even indulge in top luxury brands like Chanel, LV, and Hermes occasionally.

…

"Snap!" A clear finger snap broke her reverie.

He Liting pulled out a tissue and handed it over, "Wipe your drool."

"Oh!" Zhao Yaqian smacked her lips, her previous anxiety vanished without a trace.

Right now, she worked herself to the bone for only 5 or 6 thousand a month.

Even if the trust gave her around ten thousand a month, that would be sufficient; the main thing was that it would last a long time, relieving her worries about unemployment.

After finishing breakfast, they washed up, put on makeup, styled their hair, and headed out to work together.

At 9 a.m.

Dressed in her work uniform, Zhao Yaqian walked into the beauty salon, diligently arranging skincare products and equipment before heading to the service area on the first floor.

While chatting with her colleagues, she waited for customers to arrive.

In the mornings, the beauty salon had the fewest customers, making it the easiest time for them.

"Qianqian, there’s an appointment for you; go greet them."

"Okay!" Zhao Yaqian agreed and quickly walked to the front desk.

She then saw the stylish and beautiful Little Xue.

After processing the "199 yuan special package," Zhao Yaqian enthusiastically led Little Xue to the beauty room on the second floor.

After a thorough cleansing, they began the full treatment.

With her eyes closed and enjoying the process, Lin Muxue softly asked, "Qianqian, what did your boyfriend, the one who wants to support you for life, say after you made your choice?"

Zhao Yaqian's face flushed, and she lowered her head, quietly saying, "I followed your advice and chose option 3. He agreed and said he would arrange everything for me. I’ve submitted my resignation, and I should be leaving the beauty salon this week."

Lin Muxue slightly opened her eyes in surprise, "You’re leaving?"

After finally finding such a beauty therapist friend, able to enjoy special deals with peace of mind, and now she was leaving.

"Yes."

Lin Muxue paused for a moment before saying, "Did he express anything? You were doing fine here, so leaving seems a pity."

Some of her friends had encountered similar situations, but many of them were just playing around.

In the end, they lost their jobs without gaining any substantial benefits.

Zhao Yaqian quietly replied, "He said he set up a family trust and wants me to be the beneficiary, so my future life will be secured."

Lin Muxue’s eyes twitched, her face filled with disbelief, "Family trust?"

"Yes, Little Xue, since you’re in finance, can you tell me what this involves?"

"May I ask how old your boyfriend is?"

Zhao Yaqian was taken aback and replied, "25 years old, why?"

"Uh… are you sure he’s not joking with you? Family trusts are generally set up to pass on wealth from wealthy families, starting from millions. For someone as young as your boyfriend, even if he’s wealthy, it’s unlikely he would set something like this up just for you."

Having spent a year in a financial company and interacting with her colleagues frequently, Lin Muxue knew the basic financial knowledge and even bought some financial products.

Zhao Yaqian firmly stated, "I don’t know about that, but my boyfriend would never lie to me."

"Alright, good luck to you," Lin Muxue tightened her lips, her heart skeptical.

Qianqian was still too young and too quick to believe others.

She had met many rich second-generation individuals, most of whom relied heavily on their families.

To prevent them from squandering their wealth, their living expenses often came from insurance or funds purchased by their families.

Although they lived in luxurious houses and drove fancy cars, it was impossible for them to pull out a million to establish a trust.

Their parents wouldn’t agree to that.

About an hour later, Zhao Yaqian finished tidying up the instruments and softly said, "Little Xue, the treatment is done."

"Thank you, Qianqian." Lin Muxue sat up from the beauty bed, looking at her skin in the mirror.

Zhao Yaqian tidied up the items, pulled out her phone to check, and her face froze.

Lin Muxue curiously asked, "What’s wrong, Qianqian?"

"It’s nothing. My phone was on silent, and I just saw I missed a few calls…" Zhao Yaqian hadn’t finished speaking when the call interface appeared on her phone screen.

It was still the local landline.

Since there was no one else in the beauty salon, Zhao Yaqian directly answered the call, "Hello."

Then, a relieved male voice came through the receiver, "Hello, Ms. Zhao. We finally managed to get in touch with you!"

Zhao Yaqian's voice was a bit anxious as she replied, "Uh, I didn’t see it because my phone was on silent. May I ask what