Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 624: Dungeon Completion

Xiao Jing tightly covered her mouth, yet the tears would not stop falling.

Like pearls slipping endlessly through her fingers, broken off their string.

She raised her head, looking through blurred tear-filled eyes toward her boyfriend standing quietly beneath the stage.

Their gazes met in the air.

She felt the affection, indulgence, and blessing in his eyes.

The next moment, Xiao Jing lifted the gorgeous Chanel fishtail gown and ran straight toward Tang Song.

“Be careful!” her mother Chen Man cried out.

Before anyone could react, Tang Song, already anticipating her move, quickly stepped forward and opened his arms wide.

Without hesitation, Xiao Jing leapt into his embrace.

The two of them tightly embraced beneath the stage, under the complex gazes of the crowd.

Tang Song could clearly feel her trembling and the intensity of her emotions.

“Alright, stop crying.” His voice was soft but carried a soothing power, “It’s a birthday—you should be happy.”

Xiao Jing still clung tightly to him, as if trying to merge her whole being into his.

She buried her face deep in his neck and said with a sob, “I love you, Song!”

Tang Song paused, gently patting her head.

At this moment, he clearly sensed that Xiao Jing’s feelings for him had undergone a qualitative breakthrough.

They had known each other for nearly a year and been together for over half a year.

Her feelings had indeed deepened, but mostly because of the “manga artist” identity, her quirks, “perverted little hobbies,” and her appearance and personality...

It was a kind of “liking” mixed with freshness, curiosity, and sexual attraction.

So she never clung to him excessively but wisely gave him enough personal space to keep their relationship fresh.

She was truly enjoying her first love.

But now, after experiencing a series of shocks and seeing this special gift,

her love seemed so intense it was about to overflow.

This made Tang Song somewhat ashamed.

Because he had so many girlfriends, the time and genuine feelings he devoted to Xiao Jing were actually not much.

Even this gift that moved her so deeply was carefully prepared by Secretary Jin on his behalf.

It had to be said, Secretary Jin was truly skilled in this regard.

Moreover, under the absolutely rational perspective of the Reflection state, he vaguely sensed something.

Perhaps... behind the recent chain crisis faced by Tian Chengye, the shadows of Secretary Jin and others were already present.

This could be glimpsed from the subtle, tacit expressions of Shangguan Qiuyas, Mo Xiangwan, Zheng Qiudong, and others.

Essentially, today’s birthday banquet was a romantic “PUA” orchestrated by Secretary Jin and the others, synchronized in spirit for Xiao Jing.

In the future, Xiao Jing would discover that this gift was arranged by Secretary Jin; with Ouyang Xianyue’s help, the cooperation between Hueneng Electronics and Tang Yi Precision would proceed smoothly; Su Yu would cause the Echo girl group’s flash video to explode online, leaving her 23rd birthday a legendary memory. ŘãℕőΒΕ𝐒

At that time, Xiao Jing would outshine anyone she faced.

.....

At some unknown moment, sparse applause and blessings began to sound in the banquet hall, quickly growing warm and enthusiastic again.

Gradually regaining composure, Tian Chengye’s gaze reluctantly shifted from the large screen to Tang Song.

Shock, ecstasy, absurdity, dread, relief...

Countless extreme emotions surged like a breached dam, engulfing him.

“Crack, crack—”

Only the pounding of his heart remained in his ears.

The torment and struggle of recent months, that helplessness at the brink of despair, only he truly understood.

To plug the hole in Hueneng Electronics, he had grovelled through banks and institutions, smiled and suffered, exhausted all goodwill, yet only met rejection.

Especially after painfully selling his shares in Jinxiu Commerce and learning about Meigou Technology’s internal cooperation.

The regret, pain, and unwillingness nearly shattered him completely.

But now, his daughter’s boyfriend had given him the rarest “regret cure” in the world.

Recalling his daughter’s incredible, miraculous birthday party and this earth-shattering gift before him,

You Chengye was slow to recover.

Compared to him, Jingjing was the true investment genius!

She had unwittingly caught a real dragon in Tang Song!

.....

Soft music played again as servers smiled, carrying fine wine and desserts, weaving through the crowd.

The birthday party had entered the final free gathering phase.

Xiao Jing was surrounded by friends, venting their shock and feelings.

Their eyes kept drifting toward the private terrace facing north.

Separated from the noisy main hall by only a glass door, it seemed especially quiet and private under clever lighting, like another world.

Tang Song was there, alone, leaning on the railing, overlooking the dazzling night view of Yancheng.

“President Tang.” Zheng Qiudong approached holding a glass of champagne.

His face bore the usual infectious smile, but deep in his eyes was a hint of urgency born from disrupted plans.

After Tang Song’s ambiguous words, he had not approached Tian Jing all evening, but he was unwilling to simply give up.

The year Tang Song left the Tangjin System, Zheng had used all means and resources to finally achieve the SCG acquisition.

That was his gamble’s start; now the arrow was on the string, and he had to fight again.

“Ding~”

Tang Song raised his glass, lightly clinking it with Zheng’s, then took a sip.

He didn’t look back, simply gazing at the distant city lights calmly. “I’ve read the global expansion plan you sent to my email. Ambitious, but aggressive.”

Zheng Qiudong’s eyes flickered. “That’s why I hope Miss Tian Jing can join Dejurenhe and enter the board. She’s not only professionally aligned but, more importantly, she is your ‘eyes.’ With her there, every expansion by Dejurenhe can absolutely align with Tangjin’s ultimate strategic interests. It’s also the most effective supervision and guarantee.”

Tang Song finally slowly turned, looking at Zheng as if seeing through all his disguises and calculations.

“You want Dejurenhe to become the next McKinsey or Boston Consulting within three years?”

“Yes!” A flame instantly ignited in Zheng Qiudong’s eyes. “We have the capital, and Huaxia is the world’s largest market. Why not?”

“Why did McKinsey become the ‘CEO cradle’? Not because their PPTs were beautiful, but because they provided, for a whole generation of America’s top enterprises, foundational strategic thinking and management logic from postwar reconstruction to globalization. What they export is the standard.”

“Why does Boston Consulting thrive eternally? Because they created methodologies like the Boston Matrix and experience curve, which are written into business school textbooks worldwide. What they export is a knowledge system.”

He paused, his gaze sharpening. “So tell me, what do you want Dejurenhe to export globally? What is our unique, irreplaceable value? Cheaper labor costs? Or... simply because you have the backing of Tangjin Family Office and the Kate Trust?”

“Our...” Zheng’s confident expression cracked for the first time.

Even cold sweat appeared at his temples.

He opened his mouth but couldn’t find a single rebuttal.

Because Tang Song was right. His ambition stemmed from seeing Tangjin System’s immeasurable future.

He was unwilling to be merely an assistant, hoping to rise to the same level as Wu Kezhi and Ouyang Xianyue.

Tang Song’s scrutinizing gaze lingered long, then his lips curved into a smile.

“Ding~” The clink of glasses rippled across the terrace.

He gently patted his old friend’s shoulder, voice softening.

“But your direction is right.”

“Dejurenhe’s global path is inevitable.” Tang Song turned to the splendid lights again. “But you can’t be the next McKinsey. What you must do is become the unique ‘Dejurenhe.’

Not blindly acquiring or imitating, but productizing and modeling our internal ecosystem’s successful methodology.

Then, as Huaxia enterprises globalize, export this unique ‘Eastern victory philosophy’ to the world...”

Tang Song’s voice continued.

Zheng Qiudong’s breathing grew rapid, overwhelmed by indescribable excitement and reverence flooding his body.

“I... understand, President Tang!” Zheng took a deep breath and solemnly bowed to Tang Song.

Turning, he strode away firmly.

Soon, the glass door opened again.

Wu Kezhi slowly walked over.

He stood beside Tang Song, both looking down at the nightscape below, like a sparkling river of stars formed by countless lights.

“It’s been many years since I’ve quietly viewed Yancheng’s night like this.” Wu’s voice held rare sentiment. “In memory, Yancheng was always hurried. Now, watching calmly like this, it has a different flavor.”

In recent years, whenever Wu came to Yancheng, it was always for important talks with Tang Song, seldom enjoying such leisure.

“Next time you come, perhaps you’ll feel differently.”

Wu nodded lightly, paused, then said in a low, steady voice, “President Tang, I want to know your plans for the family office...”

A rapidly expanding empire fears not external enemies most, but internal “factional struggles.”

Jin Meixiao was too strong, obsessively perfecting everything for Tang Song, her control almost everywhere.

Ouyang Xianyue was no pushover either; she held the tech barrier of Tang Yi Precision, the firmest “plank” of Tangjin System, unwilling to be just an executor.

Their clashes began influencing subordinates’ allegiances and system stability.

“Struggle is not necessarily bad.” Tang Song’s lips curled into a profound arc. “To me, it’s more like a precise, self-evolving ecosystem.

An ecosystem with only one top predator may seem stable but faces collapse when the environment changes drastically.

I left Tangjin temporarily to hope to form a complete system in the future, where competition and mutual dependence coexist.”

Wu Kezhi nodded earnestly, seeming to understand something about Tang Song.

Tang took a sip of wine and then talked about life in Singapore.

After over ten minutes, Wu respectfully took his leave.

The night breeze seemed colder.

“Clack, clack, clack—”

Sharp, rhythmic high heels approached from afar.

An aggressively alluring scent of premium fragrance mixed with red wine enveloped Tang Song’s back.

“So...” Annie’s voice was lazily magnetic, “all your little soldiers have received their orders. Now, is it the Queen’s turn?”

Tang Song slowly turned.

Before him stood a tall, golden-haired, red-lipped ocean mare, exuding cold and stunning beauty.

Bathed in neon city lights, she was breathtaking.

Her silver strapless evening gown perfectly outlined her powerfully explosive devilish figure.

“How was today’s game?” Tang Song’s voice was calm like a deep pool, breaking the silence.

“Just average.” Annie’s lips curled into a dangerous smile. “If you let me play personally, rough up those two reckless puppies, the plot would be better.”

Tang Song looked into her wild, extinguished blue eyes.

Suddenly stepping half a pace forward, he scrutinized her. “Annie, remember, you must obey my orders. First and foremost, you should be a compliant horse.”

“What did you say?!” Annie’s smile vanished, replaced by unbelievable fury!

“Horse?” She stepped closer, her tall figure nearly pressing against him, her ample E-cup chest overwhelmingly imposing. “Song! Are you insulting me?!”

It was her first time being directly called a “mount” and “tool.”

Proud as she was, she could not accept it.

“No,” Tang Song’s gaze remained calm but carried a soul-piercing depth, “I’m stating a fact.”

She cursed through clenched teeth, “You... bastard!”

Tang Song lowered his head slightly; warm breath blew on her lips, voice filled with deadly temptation.

“Tell me, Annie, doesn’t being controlled by me excite you immensely? Heh, I’ve already seen it—you can’t fool me.”

He reached out, running fingertips over her collarbone, causing goosebumps.

Annie gritted her teeth and glared fiercely at him.

Yet Tang Song suddenly stepped back half a pace.

He ceased all physical contact, simply watching her quietly.

His night-deep eyes had lost all lust, replaced by a gaze full of scrutiny and grand design.

This sudden shift from “prey” to “work of art” terrified Annie in an indescribable way.

She involuntarily averted her gaze.

“Annie, look at me.”

Annie pursed her lips and proudly lifted her head again.

“The Kate family is like a sleeping, aged lion king. It’s huge, majestic, but too old and conservative. Your cousins, who blindly stick to rules, are neither qualified nor capable of taming this lion.”

“Your father Clare, famed as the ‘ambitious one,’ barely maintains the family’s dignity, afraid to make a misstep.”

“But you are different, Annie.” Tang Song’s eyes blazed like two burning stars. “In your blood flows the Kate family’s original genes full of adventure and aggression. What you need isn’t a family trust setting limits but a vast prairie where you can run free.”

“Be my horse. I will take you to conquer everything you see and give you all you desire.”

Annie looked at him, hearing him speak so frankly about family inheritance for the first time,

Her proud, ambitious heart began beating wildly, uncontrollably!

She initially approached Mira (Jin Meixiao) because of her unmatched strength.

She hoped to increase her odds in the brutal family inheritance battle with Mira’s power.

Later, upon learning Mira had an even stronger man behind her, her first reaction was anger and defiance.

But as Tang Song’s unfathomable strength gradually revealed itself,

that defiance slowly, uncontrollably transformed into a complex feeling full of challenge and desire to conquer.

Yet in her heart, her greatest desire remained—to control the entire Kate family.

Tang Song smiled with determination, watching the golden-haired beauty struggling within.

In the Reflection state, he could clearly “see” the vast invisible web “Dream Tang Song” had woven worldwide.

Annie and the Kate family behind her were undoubtedly the most important and core part of this web.

The Tangjin System was powerful but rooted in Yezhou and Huaxia.

Facing the old world financial order centered on America, with its formidable barriers, they remained “outsiders” subjected to various overt and covert rules and political pressures.

But the Kate family was different.

As a top financial conglomerate over a century old, its influence had long deeply rooted into America and the Western financial lifeblood.

And Annie before him was his chosen, most perfect “Trojan horse.”

Conquering this horse completely was a must!

He could feel the progress was nearly complete.

......

The noisy banquet hall atmosphere reached its peak.

Tian Chengye beamed with pride, holding Xiao Jing’s hand as he mingled with several important business friends like Qin Dechang, his excitement nearly overflowing.

At this moment, a pleasant voice sounded: “Mr. Tian, Xiao Jing.”

Mo Xiangwan walked over gracefully, wearing a professional yet warm smile.

Xiao Jing obediently and sweetly said, “Sister Xiangwan.”

Tian Chengye immediately stopped talking, respectfully greeting, “Ms. Mo, hello.”

Mo Xiangwan smiled as she opened her handbag, taking out a simply designed yet high-quality business card, handing it over.

“Hello, Mr. Tian, pleased to meet you officially.”

Tian Chengye’s pupils jolted.

[Tang Entertainment CEO, Mo Xiangwan]

Xiao Jing, peeking from the side, also froze, her eyes widening slightly.

No wonder the name felt familiar—it was that Mo Xiangwan! Su Yu’s former manager!

Both immediately understood that the earlier Echo girl group flash mob was not a random “surprise project,”

but a “gift” personally arranged by this entertainment queen out of respect for Tang Song.

“Oh, so it’s President Mo, my apologies!” Tian Chengye carefully put away the card.

The head of the country’s top entertainment group, a figure he had never had access to before!

The three exchanged polite greetings.

Mo Xiangwan clinked glasses with Tian Chengye, casually saying, “Mr. Tian, one more thing. A few days ago, when I spoke with Ms. Ouyang, we happened to discuss Hueneng Electronics’ current technical bottlenecks. Ms. Ouyang greatly admires your boldness in the new energy field and asked me to convey that if Chairman Tian is interested, she’d be happy to arrange Tang Yi Precision’s technical experts for a deep technical exchange with Hueneng’s team, to explore possible cooperation.”

Her words sounded light but exploded like a bomb in Tian Chengye’s heart, causing goosebumps.

A technical cooperation opportunity with Tang Yi Precision?!

This was no longer a mere “rare chance,” but a godsend that could change the entire industry landscape!

With Tang Yi Precision’s technical backing and deep cooperation, Hueneng Electronics could instantly solve current technical issues and truly secure its foothold in the domestic new energy supply chain!

This... was not just help—it was a massive favor!

Tian Chengye’s pupils flickered fiercely; disregarding status and dignity, he bowed excitedly to Mo Xiangwan, “Thank you, President Mo! This is exactly what we’ve been hoping for. If you need anything from me or Hueneng Electronics, just say the word!”

At the same time, he quickly calculated in his mind. Two small shareholders who never got along with him and recently had been restless during this crisis...

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