Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 745: Secretary Jin – Strategic Alignment

Approaching 9 PM.

At the intersection of Fifth Avenue and Central Park South.

The motorcade slowly left the bustling main road, not heading towards the crowded hotel revolving door, but instead turning directly into the side entrance at 1 Central Park South.

It was a low-key, yet specially guarded black wrought iron gate.

Above the entrance, there was no hotel sign, only an inconspicuous bronze plaque: [The Plaza Residences].

As soon as the car stopped, a butler in a tailcoat, accompanied by two white-gloved attendants, quickly approached.

He respectfully opened the rear door, leaning forward slightly:

"Welcome home, Mr. Tang."

Tang Song stepped out of the car, nodding calmly with a composed expression.

The thrill brought by top-tier wealth and power made her whole body feel feverish.

Quickly adjusting her state, Lin Muxue lifted her chin, stepped forward, and instructed in an extremely natural tone:

"Alfred, take the luggage directly to the living room. Additionally, I do not wish for anyone to disturb Mr. Tang's rest, unless they are visitors with confirmed appointments verified by us."

"Understood, Ms. Lin. Everything has been prepared according to your email instructions. The flowers and scents have also been replaced with the varieties you specified." The butler Alfred responded respectfully.

Shen Yuyan, following behind Tang Song, felt her pupils tremble slightly at this moment.

This wasn't checking in; this was coming home.

Did Tang Song own property here?

She had certainly heard about the significance of "The Plaza Private Residences."

Since the $400 million century renovation in 2007, only a very small portion of this area had been retained as private residences.

Those who lived here were far from ordinary wealthy people.

Owning a private residence here meant you not only possessed the most expensive location in New York, but also had the qualification to sit as an equal with the city's history.

This was no longer just a matter of financial resources; this was genuine heritage.

Tang Song indeed had many mysteries she was unaware of.

The group passed through the private lobby paved with thick Persian carpets.

Without any cumbersome check-in procedures, they headed directly to the private elevator.

As the elevator ascended smoothly and quickly, the numbers finally stopped at the top floor, the 18th floor.

"Ding—"

The elevator doors opened, not onto a corridor, but onto a private entry foyer paved with black and white marble.

Directly ahead was an exquisitely carved double-door made of mahogany, with handles plated in a dark golden sheen.

Shen Yuyan's pupils contracted sharply, and her heartbeat uncontrollably began to accelerate.

Top-floor private residence...

Tang Song looked at the door before him, both familiar and unfamiliar, let out a soft breath, and stepped forward.

Reached out, fingerprint unlock.

"Click—"

The heavy bolt retracted, and the substantial door swung open accordingly.

What greeted them was a winding upward spiral staircase made of mahogany.

Above the staircase, soft and luxurious light from a crystal chandelier poured down, vaguely revealing a corner of the magnificent ceiling on the second floor.

Tang Song stood before the staircase, his hand stroking the warm wooden handrail, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly, a trace of nostalgia appearing on his face.

Setting foot here again, his perception was completely different from his memory.

This suite was purchased by Secretary Jin in 2019. It wasn't located on a single flat level but occupied the pinnacle of The Plaza—the 18th and 19th floors.

It was a duplex dome mansion absolutely unique in all of Manhattan.

A century ago, this had been the private residence of the Astor family, the railroad tycoons.

Butler Alfred directed the attendants to place the suitcases quietly by the side of the entryway, then very perceptively bowed and retreated, gently closing the large door.

Tang Song turned around, his gaze sweeping over Lin Muxue and Shen Yuyan behind him, who looked astonished and were glancing around.

He said gently, "You two rest on this floor, feel free to look around. I have some private matters to attend to upstairs."

"Okay."

"Understood."

Lin Muxue and Shen Yuyan glanced at each other, obediently nodding in agreement.

They knew their boundaries and also understood the subtext in Tang Song's words—

Tang Song would not let them stay here.

Regarding this, Lin Muxue didn't feel disappointed or dissatisfied; instead, she felt somewhat relieved.

After all, coming to New York this time, she carried a kind of trepidation akin to "meeting the parents."

Director Jin was in this very city, and might even be secretly observing them right now.

She had long been mentally prepared to be put in her place.

Moreover, with female intuition, she could keenly sense that the decoration style and taste of this suite were absolutely intricately linked to Jin Meixiao.

This place was likely the domain of the "official consort."

She dared not try to mark territory here.

Otherwise, major trouble would ensue.

Under their gaze.

Tang Song alone stepped onto that spiral staircase.

His leather shoes made no sound on the thick carpet.

As he ascended, his field of view gradually expanded.

The moment he stepped onto the 19th floor, the world seemed to fall silent, leaving only a tranquility and weight that had settled over a hundred years.

It was a massive dome hall.

Unlike conventional luxury homes filled with brand-name furniture, it had been transformed into a private library full of classical ambiance.

Along the circular walls were rows of floor-to-ceiling dark walnut bookshelves, filled with various hardcover original books, antiques, and artworks.

Right below the dome stood a desk carved from a single piece of solid wood.

Through the arched floor-to-ceiling windows, the deep, quiet black forest of Central Park and the distant lights of Fifth Avenue were fully visible.

Standing here gave one a god's-eye view, as if stepping on all of New York and scrutinizing all living beings.

Tang Song passed through this scholarly space, his fingers lightly brushing past rows of book spines.

Besides the library, this floor was cleverly divided into several functional areas.

A retro cigar and whiskey bar, a private reading area around the fireplace...

Finally, he arrived before a section of wainscoting on the flank of the dome hall.

Pushing the door open revealed the master bedroom suite.

The space here was extremely large, yet it didn't feel empty.

Unlike the luxurious flamboyance outside, the color palette here was warm and tranquil.

Tang Song looked quietly for a while, did not linger in the bedroom, but walked directly through the lounge area towards the deep walk-in closet.

He casually took out those [Tang Song's Glasses] from his pocket and slowly placed them on the bridge of his nose.

The square-frame glasses added a touch of refinement, elegance, and even a mysterious, ascetic aura.

The next moment, his vision instantly changed.

From the depths of the originally dim closet, two dazzling golden lights suddenly lit up.

He walked to a standalone display case at the end of the closet, reached out, and pressed a hidden switch.

Whirr—

Accompanied by the faint sound of mechanical operation, the bulletproof glass cabinet door slowly slid open.

Two sets of clothes, meticulously protected by dust bags, hung quietly there, emitting a unique aura under the soft lighting.

Tang Song reached out and gently unzipped the dust bags.

Two completely different styles of attire appeared before his eyes.

Crisp system notification sounds rang consecutively in his ears:

"Ding! You have obtained [Outfit - Snowfall Morning Light]."

"Ding! You have obtained [Outfit - Mist Gentleman]."

Tang Song's gaze was instantly captivated by the deep blue suit.

It was an extremely well-tailored three-piece suit of deep blue worsted wool.

The fabric was top-grade wool blended with silk, presenting a deep blue hue like the night sea under the light, faintly shimmering with a silky luster.

Paired with it was a snow-white high-count Sea Island cotton poplin shirt with a stiff collar, and a handmade tie with subtle silver star patterns.

On the cuffs and collar, there was a set of cufflinks and a tie pin made of obsidian and white gold, low-key yet luxurious.

[Outfit - Mist Gentleman]: Rare limited outfit, Physique +3, Agility +3, Comprehension +1, comes with constant temperature effect. Whether in harsh winter or scorching summer, it always maintains the most comfortable skin temperature for the human body, allowing you to always maintain perfect gentlemanly composure, absolutely free from sweat stains or shivers.

Set Composition: Deep Blue Worsted Three-Piece Suit + Shirt + Star Pattern Tie + Oxford Shoes + Obsidian Tie Pin & Cufflinks Set;

Attached Special Effect: Silent Field (When wearing this set and conversing with others, automatically blocks surrounding environmental noise, greatly enhancing your concentration and memory, making conversations more private and penetrating)

Limited Special Effect: Mist Gentleman (Your micro-expressions and true emotions will be shrouded in a layer of psychological mist. It is extremely difficult for outsiders to see through your thoughts through your expressions or body language, maintaining a mysterious and awe-inspiring sense of authority.)

[Note: This is how she imagined you looked the first time she saw you in the illusory river of dreams.]

.....

Looking at the system notes, Tang Song's breathing involuntarily became somewhat heavy, his fingertips gently rubbing against the cool obsidian cufflinks.

Their first meeting was indeed a miracle spanning dimensions.

During those initial times, for Secretary Jin in reality, he might have truly just been a shadow infiltrating her dreams, shrouded in mist.

She couldn't see his face clearly, could only rely on intuition and soul resonance to gradually outline his form in her mind.

This [Mist Gentleman] was the materialized product of her imagination.

She knew he was coming to New York to meet her again.

So she specifically sealed this set of clothes here in the "Tang Jin Suite" high above Manhattan, waiting for him to open it.

She hoped he would wear it and step out from the mist once more.

Only this time, it wouldn't be walking into the depths of a dream, but clearly walking before her.

This was probably her unique form of romance.

......

Calming his emotions, he turned his gaze to the other set of clothes in the cabinet.

[Outfit - Snowfall Morning Light].

This was a winter casual outfit of a completely different style.

The entire set had a soft, warm color tone, exuding a clean, pure feeling.

[Outfit - Snowfall Morning Light]: Winter limited outfit, Physique +3, Stamina +3.

Set Composition: Light Gray Overcoat + Mist White Cashmere Sweater + Dark Gray Casual Trousers + Chelsea Boots.

Attached Special Effect: Snowfall Morning Light (When wearing this set, your facial features will become exceptionally clear and soft, your eyes gentle like the first light of dawn, with an ethereal, pure aura)

Limited Special Effect: Dream Boost (Anyone you sincerely embrace will enter stable, sweet dreams for the next three days, eliminating all negative emotions and nightmares)

[Note: In the dream, starlight hangs low, snow falls silently; you are the morning light she waits for in her long night.]

Eliminate nightmares?

Looking at this special effect, Tang Song's eyes narrowed slightly.

This might refer to Qiuqiu, who had just triggered a reward and was inwardly sensitive and dark.

But thinking about the location where the outfit was stored, and the keyword "dream,"

It was hard not to think of Secretary Jin.

In his view, Secretary Jin was always absolutely perfect.

No matter the time or place, she was always impeccably made up, every hair in place.

She handled financial games involving hundreds of billions as easily as handling a breakfast menu.

Her smile was standard, elegant, flawless, perfectly isolating all weakness, fatigue, and personal emotions beneath her composure.

Could it be... Secretary Jin also had nightmares?

......

18th floor, main living room.

Two tall, graceful figures moved through the space, the clicking of their high heels echoing crisply and ethereally on the floor.

This was a typical Art Deco style luxurious space.

Everywhere exuded the debauchery of the 1920s.

The nearly four-meter high living room featured large areas of marble mosaic flooring, the walls inlaid with gilded geometric lines, flowing with color under warm-toned lighting.

The two stopped by the floor-to-ceiling window next to the Steinway grand piano.

Outside the window was Central Park, known as the "Lungs of Manhattan."

The park at night resembled a slumbering black ocean, gently surrounded by the brilliant lights of the surrounding skyscrapers.

"Luna." Shen Yuyan suddenly turned around, her fingers lightly tracing the cool piano lid, asking seemingly casually, "Was this apartment purchased by President Tang? When did this happen? As far as I know, The Plaza's private residences aren't something you can necessarily buy even with money."

Lin Muxue didn't look at her, but gazed at the night scenery outside the window, a smug smile curling at the corner of her mouth, "Of course. Never use your imagination to measure President Tang's capabilities."

"True." Shen Yuyan nodded, then changed the subject, "However, the top apartments here usually have their own names, like 'The Astor Suite', 'The Windsor Suite'... I think I saw a plaque at the entrance just now, but didn't pay much attention and don't know the specific meaning. Luna, you should be quite knowledgeable about this, right?"

Lin Muxue turned her head, looked at Shen Yuyan's eager eyes, and chuckled lightly.

"Its full name is—【The T.J. Suite】."

"T... J..." Shen Yuyan rolled the two letters on her tongue, her eyes shifting, suddenly half-jokingly probed, "It couldn't be Tang & Jin, could it?"

Their eyes met, silence lingering for a long time.

Lin Muxue blinked, smiled playfully, and patted Shen Yuyan's butt, "You guess?"

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the wine cabinet, leaving a dashing silhouette.

Heh, trying to fish for information from me?

Dream on!

Think I'm your silly best friend?

Shen Yuyan stood in place, staring at Lin Muxue's flirtatious retreating figure, maintaining composure on the surface, but her mind was racing rapidly.

She knew Luna too well.

That expression, that reaction, was clearly tacit acknowledgment!

T... Tang & Jin.

Tang Song... indeed had intricate connections with the legendary, mysterious 【Tangjin Family Office】!

Indeed, after all, 【Tangjin】 had a presence behind Rongliu Capital.

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

All these people in Tang Song's social circle were connected to this family office.

Only such a top-tier consortium could possess such privilege in this inch-of-land-is-inch-of-gold Manhattan, even having The Plaza reserve top-floor private naming rights for them.

Judging by the name, Tang Song and this mysterious family office really fit together.

She had even speculated privately before, could the so-called Tang Jin actually be a combination of Tang Song and Director Jin?

But this speculation was quickly extinguished by rationality.

Because it simply didn't make sense.

From a realistic perspective, if that were truly the case, then Tang Yi Precision should also be Tang Song's enterprise.

After all, the "Tang" in Tang Jin came from Tang Yi Precision.

She was all too familiar with the growth histories of these two women, Ouyang Xianyue and Jin Meixiao.

They were idols in her career, business benchmarks she had studied countless times.

One was a top-tier noblewoman from an established family, possessing indescribable political and business resources, backed by a massive family force.

The other was a financial genius from a family of scholars, who was fighting on Wall Street and shorting in London when Tang Song was probably still cramming for college entrance exams.

If Tang Song was the mastermind behind all this.

What would that mean?

It would mean that a freshman at Yanke University, eating in the cafeteria, riding a bicycle, was already secretly manipulating these two women standing at the world's peak?

Had already laid out the vast territories of 【Tang Yi Precision】 and 【Smile Holdings】?

This was simply a fantasy!

It would be like one of Xu Qing's absurd novels coming true.

As an elite who believed in "capital logic" and "class barriers," Shen Yuyan rationally could not accept this possibility.

So, what was the truth?

Shen Yuyan stood by the window, looking at her own reflection in the glass, a face full of confusion and ambition.

She knew she was only one step away from that true inner circle.

And this step might be taken during this trip to New York.

......

"Tap, tap, tap—"

Steady, powerful footsteps sounded from the spiral staircase.

Both turned their heads simultaneously and saw Tang Song slowly descending the stairs.

"President Tang."

Tang Song looked at his two slightly tired female assistants and smiled, "You haven't adjusted to the time difference yet, right? Alright, it's off-duty hours now. Let's call it a night here, go back to your rooms and rest early."

Lin Muxue really couldn't hold back, covered her mouth and let out a small yawn, then obediently nodded, "Okay, thank you for your concern, boss."

She really had been overextending herself these past two days.

First, experiencing emotional highs and lows at the French estate, then receiving gifts and having new functions unlocked, coupled with the fatigue of long-distance travel, once the excitement wore off, sleepiness washed over her like a tide.

Moreover,