Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 750: Secretary Jin

What kind of smile was that?

A perfectly measured display of teeth, the rarely glimpsed shallow dimples, and clear, sparkling eyes.

Set against soft yet exquisitely defined facial contours, it possessed a warmth that felt almost healing.

The resplendent Frick Collection seemed illuminated by her smile.

The lights softened, the air brightened.

This was precisely the highest praise and respectful title bestowed upon her in the cutthroat world of Wall Street -

The Golden Smile.

Eighteen months ago, when she graced the cover of *Forbes* magazine as one of the "World's Most Influential Business Leaders."

The photographer captured this very moment, a smile so radiant it seemed capable of piercing through the lens.

Thus, those truly qualified to be close to her privately preferred to call her "Ms. Smile."

This was not only a nod to the meaning of her name but also the mark of the vast commercial empire that was Smile Holdings.

...

[Secretary Jin Smile Count 1/10]

Tang Song stood on the steps, his thin lips pressed tightly together, his gaze momentarily losing focus.

The entire world seemed to fall silent.

Memory and dream overlapped wildly in the depths of his consciousness.

Light compressed into a single beam.

Her smile expanded infinitely within his pupils until it occupied everything.

Memories surged like a tidal wave.

From the "female secretary" in the *Heartthrob Simulator* game to the scenes from 2016 to 2020 within the [Feather of Memory]...

For the real him, those were all veiled, unreal.

Just like last time in [Secretary Jin's Dream], even though there had been intimate contact, it was ultimately a dream.

But now.

The vivid, warm, more perfect than memory version of her had just walked out, step by step.

Emerging from the mist, appearing before his eyes.

Tang Song's breathing grew slightly ragged. His fingers, hanging at his sides, curled uncontrollably, his fingertips pressing hard against the onyx cufflinks.

He had never felt such a strong craving.

A craving to embrace someone, to confirm her reality.

Perhaps sensing his emotional turmoil,

Secretary Jin's full chest momentarily stilled with a restrained pause in her breath, then trembled almost imperceptibly.

But the next second, she shifted her gaze with extreme rationality.

Not looking directly at Tang Song, but at Adrian, Sloan, and the others standing beside him.

A subtle, almost imperceptible sense of understanding and tension rippled deep within their souls the moment their gazes parted.

She was restraining herself.

Just as he was enduring.

"Tap, tap, tap—"

The sound of footsteps continued.

A group of over ten people emerged from the shadows of the art gallery corridor, stepping into the light of the courtyard.

Their formation was orderly, yet not the slightest bit ostentatious.

Walking half a step behind her were two female assistants holding briefcases, followed by several well-known senior executives of Kate Bank.

Some who had been negotiating in low voices, appreciating paintings, or lost in thought in the side hall were also jolted by this sudden aura, emerging one after another to follow the sound.

Countless gazes, bypassing the champagne towers, the sculptures, and the crowd, converged on that direction.

After a brief silence, came hushed whispers of surprise and excitement, darting through the crowd like sparks:

"Mira Jin!"

"It's her—Ms. Smile... She actually came in person!"

"Tomorrow is the global shareholders' meeting for [Smile Holdings]. Shouldn't she be in closed-door sessions making final preparations?"

"Could it be to align with the asset restructuring signals just released by [Tangjin]? It seems there's news significant enough to shake the markets about to be announced."

"I have a feeling tomorrow morning's financial headlines will all be dominated by this scene."

Fervor, awe, speculation...

All these emotions surged like undercurrents within this enclosed space.

They knew this "Ms. Smile," who could influence the flow of global capital, would never act without purpose.

Her appearance necessarily meant there was someone or something here worthy of her personal attention.

Many felt the urge to step forward, hand over a business card, get their face recognized, but seeing Philip Kate personally leading the way and that invisible shield around her, they all retreated in fear.

Shen Yuyan, standing behind Tang Song, felt the blood in her entire body boil and then freeze in that moment.

This was the woman she had regarded as her ultimate idol since university days, the one whose picture she had pinned above her bed to motivate herself through countless days and nights—Jin Meixiao.

This was the pinnacle of power she had dreamed of touching, yet found so distant and unreachable.

That unparalleled charisma, that dominance that made even the titans of Wall Street bow their heads, struck deep into her soul.

Yet, at the same time.

That hazy layer of window paper in her mind was finally pierced.

No wonder Tang Song had undergone such a huge change since arriving in New York, no wonder Lin Muxue had tempered her personality.

Jin Meixiao was the "female lead" Tang Song and Ms. Sloan were waiting for.

Tang Song and Jin Meixiao.

Tang, Jin.

[Tangjin Family Office] (Tangjin Capital).

Tang Song wasn't just a core member of some family office.

This was... a family office belonging to the two of them!

A layer of fine goosebumps instantly covered her entire body, spreading from her arms all the way to the back of her neck, making her scalp tingle.

She was a smart person, and the mistake smart people most easily made was being blinded by common sense.

But in this world, only the truth was the most absurd.

...

As she drew closer.

The loosely gathered crowd seemed parted by an invisible hand.

No one dared to rashly step forward to block her path, not even dared to speak loudly.

People spontaneously retreated to both sides, clearing a broad passageway.

This was the street-clearing effect that came with top-tier power.

The guests along the way, whether the investment bank MDs who had just been holding forth or the elegantly dressed socialites, all subconsciously performed the same action the moment she passed—

The gentlemen quickly adjusted their already impeccably tailored suits, pulled in their stomachs, straightened their chests, and gave a slight bow.

The ladies restrained their smiles and lowered their heads in an elegant gesture of respect.

Low, respectful greetings rippled around her like waves:

"Director Jin."

"Ma'am."

"Ms. Mira."

Faced with this overwhelming tide of awe and flattery, her pace did not falter in the slightest.

She did not stop to exchange pleasantries with anyone, nor did her gaze linger on any single face.

She merely maintained that perfect, flawless smile.

Occasionally, she would give a slight nod to a few truly weighty guests in the crowd, her gaze sweeping past them lightly.

Just a momentary eye contact, and those who received it felt as if bathed in a spring breeze, flattered and honored, raising their glasses in return.

Unhindered by objects, unstained by dust.

Finally, she arrived at the corner of the garden courtyard.

The atmosphere within the small circle outside the oak door underwent a subtle change.

The core members of the Tangjin Family Office consciously took half a step back to either side, yielding the most central position.

"Mira." Ms. Sloan spoke first, a hint of goodwill in her gaze.

"Mira."

"Director Jin."

Elena, Adrian Phelps, and the others followed with nods of greeting, their attitudes respectful and restrained.

Shen Yuyan bit her lip, forcibly suppressing the turmoil within, obediently lowered her head, and took a step back, holding the champagne case.

Secretary Jin stopped before the group. After responding briefly,

Her gaze finally, naturally, landed on the man wearing the deep blue suit.

This was the first time in over a year that she was seeing him in reality.

His facial features hadn't changed much, just grown more profound and three-dimensional.

His skin was cool and pale, clear and translucent; his hair was jet-black and thick; his profile was handsome and upright.

Even his height seemed four or five centimeters taller than before.

For a man already grown, this was extremely rare.

She knew very well that Tang Song's height had been fixed at 180 centimeters since he was 18.

In the past, to consider his feelings, she never wore heels over six centimeters in front of him.

During his periods of low mood, she would even change into flats in advance, just so he could find a sense of control.

He had many unscientific secrets about him.

She was well aware of these, but she didn't care.

As long as he was Tang Song, that was enough.

Her eyes held only him.

The surrounding clamor gradually faded, the background turning into a blur.

Tang Song gazed into those clear eyes behind the lenses and took the initiative to step forward.

Crossing the bounds of propriety, also breaking the final bit of distance between them.

Disregarding the social etiquette and linguistic conventions of the cocktail party, he spoke in Chinese: "Long time no see, Smile."

Secretary Jin's eyelashes fluttered slightly, a smile overflowing in the depths of her eyes, like a galaxy falling.

She looked at him, responding softly:

"Long time no see, Tang Song."

This scene was strikingly similar to June 10, 2016, the day after the college entrance exams, also the second day of the Dragon Boat Festival holiday.

In an utterly ordinary café in Quancheng.

The scene of their first meeting in reality.

Back then, that was how they addressed each other.

And now, they had finally called each other's names in front of a large audience.

Creating an openly brazen connection.

...

Although the vast majority of people present couldn't understand the meaning of these two Chinese sentences, they could sense that the relationship between these two was far from ordinary.

Since Tang Song was already within the circle of core Tangjin personnel like Adrian, and coupled with his shared Eastern features with Jin Meixiao,

This scene wasn't particularly shocking.

It merely made everyone present pay even greater attention to the Huaxia man standing opposite "Ms. Smile."

Philip Kate, who had been standing to the side, chose this moment to break the silence appropriately.

He stepped forward with graceful demeanor, proactively extending his hand to Tang Song. "Mr. Tang, welcome to New York."

Tang Song's gaze withdrew from Secretary Jin, his expression calm as he shook Philip's hand.

"Hello, Mr. Philip. The arrangements by Kate Bank are exquisitely refined; every detail here is delightful."

His tone was steady and appropriate, without a trace of affectation.

Just then, several figures approached from not far away.

Leading them were Dennis Coleman, CFO of Goldman Sachs, and Thomas Gray, head of Morgan Stanley's global TMT investment banking division.

They were among the sharks with the keenest sense of smell on Wall Street.

Seeing Jin Meixiao and Philip present, they naturally gravitated over first.

"Ms. Mira, I didn't expect to see you here," Dennis spoke first, his smile appropriate and professional. "The recent hedging operations by [Smile Holdings] in the European energy sector were exceptionally brilliant. Our risk management department is still reviewing that case."

Secretary Jin turned slightly, elegant yet sharp. "You flatter me, Mr. Coleman. We were merely trying to find a bit of certainty within an uncertain market."

"Ms. Mira."

"Ms. Jin."

Several other big shots greeted her in turn.

Secretary Jin responded to each one.

Without excessive words, yet making each feel genuinely acknowledged.

This was her style—

Controlling the overall situation without making people feel pressured.

Of course, those present knew the real her was far more dangerous than she appeared.

After the round of pleasantries concluded.

Their gazes inevitably slid towards the young Eastern man.

A glint of sharpness flashed in Thomas Gray's keen eyes as he proactively extended his hand. "Hello, Mr. Tang. I'm Thomas Gray from Morgan Stanley. I have deeply reviewed several key M& A cases by [Rongliu Capital] in the Asia-Pacific region. The precision of their investment logic is impressive. I just never imagined the helmsman of this giant vessel would be so young."

Once this identity was revealed, the surrounding crowd, who had been all ears, instantly stirred.

"Hello, Mr. Gray." Tang Song's voice held just the right amount of ease. "You flatter me. Morgan Stanley's insights in the TMT field have always been an important reference point for us."

He didn't offer excessive explanations, nor was he overly modest, merely calmly confirming his identity.

Although he rarely made public appearances and his photos were deliberately controlled, these financial groups with business intersections would inevitably have his information.

Especially after the joint capital injection by Kate Trust and Tangjin into Rongliu Capital last time, such moves couldn't escape the notice of these attentive parties.

Subsequently, several other heavyweight guests also stepped forward.

"Mr. Tang, I've long heard of your name. I'm Wade Haas from Blackstone Group."

"Hello, I'm Joseph Lin from PIMCO."

"Mr. Tang, it's truly an honor to meet you here."

Tang Song handled them with ease, each sentence perfectly balancing distance and courtesy.

His smile was clean, his eyes clear and bright, his tone relaxed yet steady.

There was none of the eagerness of a nouveau riche desperate to integrate into the circle, nor did he resemble an upstart scrambling to climb the social ladder.

Secretary Jin stood slightly to his side, seemingly chatting casually with the Goldman Sachs CFO beside her.

But the corner of her eye remained like a gentle net, faintly enveloping Tang Song.

Protection, observation, understanding, possessiveness...

All these emotions were perfectly hidden beneath her impeccable smile.

Occasionally, their gazes would briefly meet in the air.

She would then push the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, releasing emotions only he could understand.

The presence of the two of them subtly began to alter the trajectory of the entire cocktail party's atmosphere.

Soon, the circle centered around them grew larger, becoming the focal point of the entire venue.

And as Adrian, Coleman, and the others conversed,

More information about Tang Song began to spread like quicksilver.

Chairman of Rongliu Capital.

New Global CEO of Xuanji Optical World.

[Rongliu Capital]—they had naturally heard of it due to the previous news of the capital injection.

It initially rose from high-frequency quantitative trading, its algorithm models exceptionally precise and ruthless, harvesting substantial profits in the secondary market.

In the following years, it rapidly transformed, bringing its capital into the primary market with a terrifyingly steady style.

As for [Xuanji Optical World], anyone with knowledge in the TMT and tech fields had naturally heard the name.

It integrated Tang Yi Precision's hardware advantages with Qingning Technology's algorithmic core, viewed by Silicon Valley as the strongest contender for the "next-generation spatial computing platform."

He both controlled vast liquid capital and helmed a top-tier hard tech giant.

And both were tightly linked to the massive Tangjin system.

Undoubtedly, this was a core member, a genuine top-tier new elite.

...

At some point, the five representatives from [Tiancheng Capital] had emerged from the side hall.

They stood on the stone steps connecting to the courtyard, gazing excitedly across a towering, crystal-clear champagne tower at the vortex in the center of the courtyard.

"Rongliu Capital... I've heard of it. They have a WOFE in Yancheng, on the 50th floor of our building... I never imagined Tang Song was the chairman!"

"Ziming, you've really kept this hidden!"

"Rongliu Capital is now one of the top private equity firms in Asia."

VP Zhang Zhe, his face slightly flushed, couldn't help but pat Lu Ziming's shoulder, his tone carrying barely suppressed excitement and eagerness:

"Ziming, this is your university classmate. You've really hit the jackpot this time."

They all understood that Lu Ziming was about to take off.

However, Lu Ziming, at the center of these compliments, felt the voices around him grow somewhat distorted at that moment.

Standing at the edge of the steps, he felt the expensive carpet beneath his feet turn to cotton, his entire body feeling light and floaty.

His longtime brother, his university roommate, was actually the chairman of a top-tier private equity fund?!

And the global CEO of a multinational tech giant?!

In that instant, he even felt his back go numb, his blood rushing backwards.

"Ziming, aren't you going over? That's Director Jin, plus the core executives from Morgan Stanley, Goldman Sachs, Tangjin..."

"Yeah, if you go over, no one would say anything. If you could seize the chance to get acquainted, that would be simply..."

His colleagues' encouraging words came one after another.

Lu Ziming's heart was also stirred, burning faintly.

He certainly knew the heights Tang Song now stood at.

But no matter what, they were classmates, brothers, people who had played games together in the dorm,

People who had stood in line together in the cafeteria.

And he knew Tang Song's personality; he wasn't a cold person.

Besides, it was he who brought Tang Song into this cocktail party.

At a time like this, as an ambitious, upwardly mobile finance professional,

If he didn't even have the courage to step forward and say hello,

Then his life would truly be set in its mold.

His gaze passed over the crowd, landing on Tang Song in the core area.

That pl