Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 732: The Advancing Campus Belle Shen!

3:00 PM, Lan Feng International luxury apartments.

The black Mercedes-Benz sedan slowly came to a stop, and Shen Yuyan carried her luggage inside.

Amid the enthusiastic greetings from the apartment lobby manager, she swiped her card and went directly to the 22nd floor.

"Beep beep—click."

The heavy apartment door opened with the sound, and a wave of warmth mixed with high-end fragrance washed over her.

The interior was spotless, clean and tidy.

This certainly wasn't because her lazy best friend Xu Qing was particularly diligent, but because this top-tier hotel-style service apartment had professional housekeeping teams responsible for daily cleaning.

Her own "Youjie Household Services" had once ambitiously wanted to negotiate cooperation with such top-tier apartments.

But because her company wasn't up to their standard, she hadn't even managed to meet their procurement manager.

Barefoot, she stepped onto the warm, comfortable solid wood flooring, her entire body completely relaxing.

She took out her phone and sent a WeChat message to her best friend: "I'm back, you silly Qing."

Then, like a cat that had exhausted all its energy, she threw herself heavily into the soft cashmere sofa.

First Rongcheng, then Shen City.

In these short few days, her emotions had experienced dramatic ups and downs from hell to heaven.

Then, as a new executive of "Xuanji Optical World," she tirelessly attended summits and familiarized herself with the company's intricate business lines...

All this had given her an unprecedented sense of fulfillment and achievement, but it was indeed exhausting.

Now that she was home, she felt like she didn't want to move at all.

She needed some time to digest this weighty victory.

Of course, there was also that most important thing coming next, the thing that made her heart race the most.

The trip to New York.

"Smile Holdings," "SilentCrown SPV Limited (Jing Mian)," Tang Song, Director Jin...

She closed her eyes, her body trembling slightly again from the excitement of almost touching the peak of power.

"Buzz buzz buzz—" Her phone vibrated on the sofa.

"Win-Win Technology - Ren Mingyuan"

A coldly beautiful yet cruel smile bloomed on Shen Yuyan's face.

She didn't answer, just quietly listened to the urgent vibration.

Letting the small screen go dark.

After a while, the phone vibrated relentlessly again.

Only then did she slowly sit up, pick up the phone, swipe to answer, casually put it on speaker, and toss it onto the glossy coffee table.

Then, she lifted those long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings, elegantly crossed them, and rested them on the edge of the coffee table.

She leaned back into the sofa in a lazy, comfortable, and condescending posture.

"Yuyan... no! President Shen! It's me, Ren Mingyuan!" The phone transmitted Ren Mingyuan's fawning voice, "I, I hope I'm not disturbing your rest?"

"Hehe, President Ren, what is it?" Shen Yuyan swayed her delicate ankle, admiring the alluring sheen of the stockings in the light.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Ren Mingyuan's voice carried urgency, "President Shen, I... I represent Win-Win Technology in formally apologizing to you! Previously regarding the 'Youjie Household Services' matter, our company indeed made a huge mistake. The company just finished an internal board meeting, Wang... Wang Yubo personally admitted his error!"

"Get to the point." Shen Yuyan interrupted him lightly, "My time is precious."

"Yes, yes, understood." Ren Mingyuan quickly said, "Our Win-Win Technology is willing to acquire 'Youjie Household Services.' Your equity portion will be paid with Win-Win Technology shares. President Shen, you should know our Win-Win Technology is a very promising enterprise. If we can survive this hurdle, when we go public on the New Third Board, the shares in your hands will be very..."

Ren Mingyuan's words echoed in the living room.

Shen Yuyan chuckled lightly, a mocking smile on her face.

Her methods were already taking effect.

Since officially becoming the Chief Ecosystem Officer of "Xuanji Optical World," she had begun her revenge.

She didn't even need to use any resources from Tang Song or "Rongliu Capital."

She simply conducted "informal strategic communications" in her personal capacity with Win-Win Technology's upstream core suppliers and several key downstream channel partners.

She promised nothing and threatened nothing.

She merely discussed future prospects, hinting at Xuanji Optical World's massive procurement volume and the slowly unfolding global ecosystem cooperation blueprint.

That was enough.

Those seasoned business veterans immediately understood what to do.

Now Win-Win Technology was standing on the edge of a cliff, the valuation agreement basically impossible to fulfill.

Moreover, to push for New Third Board listing, they had previously taken huge bank loans, and their cash flow was already extremely tight.

Just a little more time, and a chain reaction would occur, completely finishing them.

Ren Mingyuan and the others had no way out.

Listening to Ren Mingyuan on the phone still painting the company's future blueprint and begging for her mercy.

The smile on Shen Yuyan's lips grew colder. She lifted her black-stockinged foot and gently traced the phone screen with her delicate toes.

"Alright, President Ren, I'm not interested in these things. Or, have Wang Yubo come talk to me personally."

After saying this, she directly pressed the end call button with her toes.

"Beep—"

The busy tone sounded.

Shen Yuyan took a deep breath, recalling the humiliation she had suffered before, feeling every pore in her body relax.

After resting with her eyes closed for a while and recovering some energy.

She stood up and began leisurely unpacking her luggage.

Half an hour later, after a hot shower, she sat at the desk and opened her laptop.

She began reviewing information about "Smile Holdings" that she had gathered through various channels.

This wasn't just for the upcoming shareholders' meeting, but also because she wanted to explore Tang Song's past.

She was inherently someone who greatly admired strength.

In her eyes now, Tang Song was the most charming, mysterious, and powerful man in the world.

She desperately wanted to know more about him.

Extremely wanted, to the point of madness.

After a while.

"Ding dong—" A WeChat notification suddenly sounded.

Two messages popped up.

"Lu Ziming: 'Yuyan, I just finished work here. I found the video you wanted, sending it now.'"

"Lu Ziming: [Birthday party.mp4]"

Shen Yuyan's eyes flickered, and she opened the video.

Familiar music and noisy voices came through—it was the birthday party Lu Ziming held at a KTV near the school in 2017.

At the time, she was being passionately pursued by Lu Ziming, so she brought her best friend Xu Qing along.

At the start of the video, the shaky camera focused on Xu Qing, who was wearing a cute outfit and elaborate cosplay makeup.

The person filming was clearly an anime-loving pervert, constantly praising Qingqing, making her both shy and proud.

Watching her clear-eyed, lively best friend from when she was eighteen or nineteen on screen, a gentle smile unconsciously appeared on Shen Yuyan's lips.

"You silly Qing..." she murmured.

Then, the camera panned, and many familiar faces flashed by.

Of course, including Tang Song.

He was sitting alone quietly on a corner sofa, silently eating watermelon from the fruit platter.

When the camera swept over him, he gave a naive, silly smile to the lens.

After watching all the clips containing him.

Shen Yuyan opened the chat with Lu Ziming and checked the time.

It was currently 4:00 PM Beijing time, which corresponded to 3:00 AM New York time.

She replied: "Only replying at this hour? Are you cultivating immortality in New York, pulling all-nighters?"

The other party replied almost instantly.

"Lu Ziming: 'Exactly. No choice, cross-timezone meetings mean us lower-level employees have to accommodate headquarters' working hours. (#bitter smile)'"

Since late September, Lu Ziming had been stationed in America by "Tiancheng Capital," reportedly following up on cooperation with a large Wall Street PE firm.

As a fresh graduate, he naturally had to handle the most draining, tedious basic work and had been stuck in New York for two months.

To be fair, Lu Ziming's family background was quite good among ordinary people.

His father was a senior executive at the state-owned enterprise's Yancheng branch, his mother a deputy section rank within the system.

In their university circle, this was enough to make him the center of attention.

But at higher levels, it was far from enough.

Like at "Tiancheng Capital" where he now worked—a top local investment institution with deep government connections.

Even if he could get in through family connections, he still had to start from the bottom as an analyst and produce solid results to climb step by step.

This was the reality of social strata.

She thought again about those so-called "young talents" and "high-quality suitors" who surrounded her in university.

Whether it was Lu Ziming, or later entrepreneurial partners Zhang Tianqi, Hou Shaoyuan, even those older seniors...

Their levels weren't high enough.

Ultimately, it was because the "platform" she was on wasn't good enough.

Yancheng University of Science and Technology—an ordinary non-Project 211, non-Project 985 university.

No matter how elite the circle here was, it couldn't touch the true core social stratum.

But who would have thought that in this shallow water, a true dragon was hidden?

She shifted her gaze back to the video, to that naive Tang Song still munching on watermelon, and couldn't help but reach out a finger to gently stroke his face on the screen.

The same fantasy that her best friend Xu Qing had actually appeared in her heart.

If she could return to university, she would spare no effort to get together with him.

After spacing out for a while.

Shen Yuyan looked back at the chat box and replied: "By the way, can you tell me about your dormmate Tang Song's university days? The more details the better."

"Lu Ziming: 'Oh? Why suddenly want to know about Old Song's past? Don't tell me you were looking for those old videos because of him?'"

Shen Yuyan smiled, her fingertips lightly tapping: "Yes, I'm pursuing him, want to learn more about his past. (#covering mouth laughing)"

Although Lu Ziming had only left Yancheng for over two months, earth-shaking changes had occurred.

If he were here, he would definitely know about Rongliu Capital, about Tang Song, about her new job.

After all, his "Tiancheng Capital" was in the same office building as "Rongliu"—they'd see each other constantly, hard not to know.

After quite a while, Lu Ziming sent a somewhat jealous voice message.

"Lu Ziming: 'Alright, I admit I'm jealous! That Old Song guy really hit the jackpot! No way, when I get back from my New York gold-plating trip, I have to make him treat me to a proper meal!'"

Then, Lu Ziming's voice messages came one after another.

He began intermittently talking about his former roommate.

And through his narration, the image of Tang Song that occasionally flashed in the corners of her university campus—almost like a transparent person—finally gained vivid color bit by bit in Shen Yuyan's heart.

She seemed to see a Tang Song who had lived at Yanke University for four years alongside her, yet was completely different.

Freshman year, he was quiet, even somewhat unsociable.

While other boys were at club mixers chasing girls, he was either in the library reading thick professional books that could kill someone, or doing various work-study jobs, like an ascetic.

Nicknamed "Tang Gourd."

Sophomore year, he became elusive.

Reportedly his family situation wasn't great, he often worked outside, not in the dorm for days at a time.

But every final exam, his grades were always top-notch, winning professional scholarships effortlessly.

After junior year, he seemed even busier...

And in Lu Ziming's biased, complaining recollections, Shen Yuyan keenly caught some abnormal key information.

The reason Tang Song could frequently take leave, skip classes, and work outside yet remain unscathed.

Was because he had latched onto a certain administrative teacher named Chen from the school office, whom he met during freshman year work-study.

All the "external practice" and "project participation" were arranged by that Teacher Chen.

The counselor also gave his attendance a green light all the way.

Shen Yuyan's breathing gradually quickened; she seemed to have caught many key clues.

She felt like a detective groping in the dark, finally grasping a crucial lead.

She immediately picked up her phone and dug out a long-uncontacted number from the depths of her contacts.

Vice Director Wang from the School of Economics and Management office.

This Director Wang was her direct superior when she served as student council president, someone she frequently dealt with.

A somewhat bureaucratic, gossip-loving but quite humane middle-aged man.

She dialed the number.

After some pleasantries, Shen Yuyan skillfully steered the conversation toward remembering teachers' kindness.

Saying she'd achieved some career success recently, wanted to visit teachers who had cared for her back then, and discuss some cooperation with the school.

"...By the way, Director Wang, I remember when reporting activity funds, I often had to go to the school office to get stamps from a certain Teacher Chen, named... Teacher Chen Mo, do you still remember him? He was really nice, helped me a lot. I wanted to thank him in person this time too."

Director Wang on the phone fell silent for a moment, then said in a tone mixed with envy and sourness: "You mean Teacher Chen? You won't find him. He resigned from our school three years ago, now he's doing really well!"

Shen Yuyan's heart leaped violently, but her tone remained curious: "Really? Where did Teacher Chen move up to?"

Director Wang's voice lowered slightly, "He went to the 'Smile Charity Foundation' in the Imperial Capital, settled there, bought a house. Last year he even sent his daughter to America to study at MIT. See, that's what luck is."

Listening to Director Wang's endless sighs on the phone, Shen Yuyan didn't say much more, just found an excuse and politely ended the call.

She understood, she understood everything.

Starting from 2016, his freshman year.

Tang Song had somehow connected with that Director Jin who had just returned to China to start a business back then.

The so-called "work-study" and "external practice" were just covers for his deep involvement in early "Smile Investment" projects.

He had been operating everything on a high dimension invisible to everyone.

Director Jin, Ms. Ouyang, Zheng Qiudong, Wu Kezhi...

These people were all part of his network.

A young prodigy, a tide-rider of the era...

Thinking of this, Shen Yuyan's breathing became rapid, uncontrollably pressing her legs together.

Her fresh, elegant face flushed with an unusual redness.

Biting her lower lip, her long fingers slowly moved downward.

......

7:30 PM

The door was pushed open with a "squeak," Xu Qing rushed in like a refugee, shouting: "Yanyan! Yanyan! I'm back!"

Shen Yuyan came out of her room, seeing her best friend's scared appearance, somewhat puzzled: "Tang Song didn't come back with you? Weren't you two on a date?"

"Don't mention it!" Xu Qing threw her bag on the floor, collapsing into the sofa, "Little Song is simply inhuman! He actually took me to the airport to pick up Luna. After dinner, he insisted on dragging me to her apartment."

The more she talked, the angrier she got, puffing her cheeks and grumbling: "I barely found an excuse to run away! That damn bastard!"

"So, Tang Song and Lin Muxue are downstairs right now?" Shen Yuyan's voice was very soft.

An uncontrollable wave of sourness instantly flooded her thoughts.

Both returning from business trips, both his assistants.

He personally went to the airport to pick up Lin Muxue, but paid no attention to her.

The difference in closeness was already clear.

She took a deep breath, suppressing all the emotions in her heart.

But, this was normal.

Lin Muxue had been with him longer, their relationship was naturally closer.

I... have plenty of time.

Xu Qing leaned close to her best friend's ear, lowered her voice, blushing as she gossiped: "They're definitely doing the deed inside right now. In the car earlier, Tang Song's hands were... Luna is so daring... you have no idea..."

Her voice grew softer, her face hotter.

Shen Yuyan listened, gently biting her lip, her mind starting to wander.

"Alright, enough talk, I'm going to take a shower and change first."

After saying this, Xu Qing grumbled and rushed into the bedroom.

When she came out after showering.

She saw Shen Yuyan already sitting on the living room sofa, several bottles of various alcoholic drinks on the coffee table.

"Come, Qingqing, have a drink, let's chat."

"Okay! I'll have that sweet sparkling wine."

The two poured drinks and lightly clinked glasses.

In the slightly tipsy atmosphere.

Shen Yuyan talked about joining "Xuanji Optical World" and her revenge on Wang Yubo and Ren Mingyuan.

Xu Qing listened with shining eyes, excitedly clapping and cheering: "Well done! Yanyan! That's exactly how to deal with those scumbags!"

"Seriously, Qingqing, the opportunity I have today is really thanks to you." Shen Yuyan said with a serious expression, "Let me toast you."

She really should thank Xu Qing. If not for her, she wouldn't have had so much contact with Tang Song.

She might still be struggling with Youjie Household Services issues, controlled by Ren Mingyuan, Wang Yubo, and others.

Xu Qing immediately proudly puffed out her small chest: "Of course! But then, who asked me to be your best friend!"

She sneakily leaned closer: "Later when Xingyun goes public, I'll directly become a billionai