Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 756: Secretary Jin's Pants with Stockings

08:50 AM.

The 86th floor of 30 Hudson Yards, the Skyline Conference Center.

Over 300 meters above the ground.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall, the view was completely unobstructed.

The sparkling ripples of the Hudson River and the skyline of Lower Manhattan's financial district spread out like a magnificent panoramic backdrop beneath everyone's feet.

Standing here, one instinctively felt the illusion of having the entire city of New York underfoot.

There were exactly ten minutes left before the official start of the general meeting.

The heavy double doors slowly closed, completely shutting out the noise from outside.

The room temperature was maintained at the optimal 21°C for human alertness, and the air was filled with solemnity and calm.

It was steady, substantial, and gleamed with a deep luster.

In front of each seat were a laser-etched nameplate, the latest projection terminal, a custom Montblanc pen, and several documents bearing only code names, no titles.

At the very head of the table, the opening of the U-shape, stood only a single black high-back leather chair.

That was the seat belonging to Executive Director Mira Jin (Jin Meixiao).

At this moment, she sat there.

Her hands were folded on the table, her back straight, her chin slightly tucked.

She wasn't flipping through documents, nor was she making eye contact with anyone.

She exuded a sharpness that made people afraid to look directly at her.

It made one even overlook her stunning beauty and figure, leaving only instinctive awe.

To her left were the seats for shareholder representatives from the Tangjin Family Office, the Kate Trust, and several other top global asset management platforms.

To her right were the core management personnel from Smile Holdings' operations worldwide, including regional executive presidents, the group CFO, and the chief legal officer.

And at this moment, Tang Song was sitting in the first seat to her left, which originally belonged to the Kate Trust representative.

Subtle glances repeatedly fell upon this young, handsome man.

Most of those present were filled with curiosity about this Mr. Tang, who represented two overseas SPV institutions.

They knew he was the chairman of Rongliu Capital, the new CEO of Xuanji Optical World.

But was that enough for him to occupy this seat, second only to Director Jin?

Clearly, there was some unknown, close connection and cooperation between him and Director Jin.

Yet, no one dared to voice any objection.

No one even dared to show a hint of strangeness in their expression.

Because at Smile Holdings, you could question the market, question the Fed's interest rate hike policies, question Wall Street's short-seller reports, but you absolutely could not question Mira Jin.

Smile Holdings, having developed to this point, was already a super commercial aircraft carrier with assets reaching the trillion-dollar level.

This scale, within a non-listed system, could be called a miracle that defied common sense.

It had no lengthy board votes, no factional struggles where parties hindered each other.

There was only one sole executive director, and a "Group Executive Committee" that answered only to her.

There was only one reason why the major financial groups were willing to hand over their voting rights and become silent investors.

She had almost never lost.

For Wall Street, she was the ever-rational, ever-profitable "The Golden Smile."

But within Smile Holdings, she was an invincible spiritual totem.

From heavily investing in Pinduoduo (PDD) and winning the bet on consumption stratification, to injecting capital into ByteDance at a critical moment and promoting TikTok's global expansion;

From the hundred-billion-dollar Meigou Technology, to the strategically cutting-edge Guyu Biotech;

From contrarian bottom-fishing in Tesla, to preemptively positioning in AGI (Artificial General Intelligence) and incubating Qingning Technology.

Every move she made precisely hit the pulse of the era.

This was not just business acumen, but a near-miraculous foresight.

Therefore, regarding her "willful" extension of the shareholders' meeting to four days, delaying everyone's schedules and potentially having a huge impact on the entire group, not a single person raised an objection.

They firmly believed that behind these abnormal four days, some earth-shattering strategic move must be brewing.

Outside the main table, along the walls, was a circle of exquisitely crafted leather executive chairs.

Here sat the executive deputies of various departments, senior recorders, and the core assistants of the shareholder representatives.

Thanks to Tang Song's special status, Lin Muxue and Shen Yuyan were placed behind and to the left of Tang Song and Jin Meixiao.

This was an extremely subtle and enviable position.

Though outside the inner circle, it was closest to the core.

Shen Yuyan sat with her back ramrod straight, hands folded on her knees, but her palms were slick with cold sweat.

Being in this cloud-level conference room, watching these major figures who only appeared on financial headlines sitting solemnly, listening to the whispers that would decide the flow of billions...

Shen Yuyan felt her soul screaming with excitement.

The ambitions she had harbored all along finally felt tangible at this moment.

Just the line "attended the Smile Holdings Global Shareholders' Meeting" on her resume would already place her ahead of countless peers, at the very pinnacle of the pyramid.

Her gaze fell upon the handsome, straight-backed figure in front of her.

A deep sense of submission and infatuation flashed in her eyes.

Then, she glanced slightly sideways at Luna beside her.

This "fake socialite" who usually loved to put on airs was also sitting solemnly upright now.

She was imitating Shangguan Qiuyas, opening her notebook, her expression focused and serious, maintaining impeccable elegance on the surface.

But Shen Yuyan could see her slightly trembling eyelashes and the hand that unconsciously rubbed her wristwatch.

That was a sign of extreme nervousness, an attempt to find a sense of security.

For this woman whom she had once envied and even regarded as her number one rival, those sharp feelings of hostility and petty thoughts in her heart had already vanished.

Because she had finally seen reality clearly.

Compared to women like Jin Meixiao and Su Yu.

She and Lin Muxue were essentially the same—vines clinging to a great tree, fortunate "subordinates."

In the face of this vast and terrifying empire, their little jealousies and rivalries seemed so insignificant and laughable.

To gain a firm foothold in this circle, besides relying on Tang Song's favor, the more important thing was to know their place.

Competition could exist, but it had to be healthy.

If they harbored ill intentions towards "their own people" again, engaging in internal strife, that would undoubtedly be seeking their own doom.

Perhaps, this was the reason Director Jin arranged for her and Luna to be here.

That woman standing in the clouds had never seen them as threats.

The only thing she might care about was whether they would cause trouble for Tang Song.

Shen Yuyan took a deep breath, quietly reached out, gently touched Luna's arm, and gave her an encouraging look.

Lin Muxue was slightly startled, turned her head, and looked at her with some surprise.

Then, her expression softened slightly and unnaturally, and she gave an almost imperceptible nod.

For the first time, these two assistant rivals found genuine resonance in both emotion and interest.

Tang Song sat quietly on the flank of the long table. His dark blue Mist Gentleman suit shimmered with a deep glow under the lights.

Under the concealment of the Mist effect, he exuded a mysterious aura that was both relaxed and elusive, allowing him to scrutinize everyone present without revealing a trace of emotion.

Ultimately, his gaze uncontrollably returned to the seat at the head of the table.

Secretary Jin at this moment wasn't wearing her gold-rimmed glasses.

Under her exquisite, coolly glamorous makeup, earth-toned eyeshadow deepened the hollows of her eyes, and the bold red lipstick unleashed her full aura.

As if rehearsing her upcoming speech in her mind, she slightly lowered her gaze, and her fingers, which were flipping through documents, paused for a moment.

Her tongue unconsciously brushed over her lower lip.

It was a tiny action even she wasn't aware of, carrying a hint of unknown temptation and moisture.

Paired with her current status and aura.

It was breathtakingly beautiful.

At the center of this storm of power, Secretary Jin was fully immersed and didn't exchange many glances with him.

When her gaze occasionally swept over, it was calm, restrained, and devoid of any personal feeling.

Just as he had promised earlier, at the shareholders' meeting, they needed to play their roles as actors.

At exactly 9:00 AM.

*Tap—*

Secretary Jin closed the folder in her hand with a crisp, light sound.

The conference room, which still had some whispers and rustling of paper, instantly fell silent.

All eyes converged uniformly on the head of the long table.

She slowly raised her head.

Her deep, sharp gaze swept across the room, finally resting on Tang Song's face for a moment.

Then, she spoke.

Her voice, clear, cold, and pleasant, was transmitted clearly to every corner through the top-tier conference audio system:

"Good morning, everyone."

"Now, in accordance with the Smile Holdings Group Charter, the 2023 Annual Global Shareholders' Meeting officially commences."

There were no pleasantries, no words of thanks, not even the slightest preamble.

She placed her elbows on the edge of the table, leaning her body slightly forward in an almost aggressive posture. "Welcome to the eve of the decisive battle."

"2023, the world is tearing apart. The friction of geopolitics, the specter of inflation, and the disruptive impact of AI technology are reshaping global business logic."

"The outside world is panicking, contracting, seeking safe harbors. But for Smile Holdings, chaos is the ladder."

The minds of everyone present jolted violently. Their expressions turned grave, and their previously relaxed postures instantly tensed.

This was the oppressive force of Ms. Smile.

Secretary Jin extended a slender finger and elegantly tapped the touchscreen on the desk.

*Beep—* The massive holographic projection screen behind her instantly lit up.

A dynamic global asset heat map pulsed across the world map.

Red capital flows spread across the globe like blood vessels.

Secretary Jin leaned back slightly in her chair, unleashing her full aura.

"The financial reports in your hands, I assume you've all reviewed them."

"Over the past year, our Return on Equity (ROE) reached 24%, and our global total revenue broke historical records. We shorted the energy crisis in Europe, laid out computing infrastructure in Asia-Pacific, heavily invested in biopharmaceuticals in North America..."

"Group net profit increased by 35% year-on-year..."

A wave of suppressed exclamations and sharp intakes of breath rose from below, gazes burning.

Immediately after, the meeting entered the reporting phase for each division head.

Tang Song sat quietly there.

Listening to those astronomical achievements, watching Secretary Jin's confident, domineering, and brilliantly intelligent demeanor.

His heart surged with emotion to the extreme.

One must know, the "foresight" he obtained in the game was only up to April 1st, 2023.

That is to say, from that day on, he lost the ability to foresee the future; everything became an unknown fog to him.

Yet, Secretary Jin still steered the massive ship of Smile Holdings, breaking through the waves in the unknown deep sea and achieving glorious results.

In fact, over these past years.

The reason he could progress so smoothly from having nothing to where he was today, the game characters under his command, especially Secretary Jin, could be said to have played a pivotal role.

After all, knowing the future doesn't necessarily mean being able to control it.

It was him providing direction from the shadows, but it was her who truly made it all happen, take root, sprout, and become a vast empire.

Because of Smile Holdings, there came Tang Yi Precision, Jingwu Capital, Tang Entertainment, the Tangjin Family Office, and a whole series of other business ventures.

As he watched, Tang Song's vision grew somewhat blurry.

His thoughts uncontrollably drifted back seven years.

Back then, in reality, apart from the "Secretary Jin" character given by the Dream System, he had nothing.

The system never directly provided any funds.

After all, in the logic of the real world, every flow of funds needs a legitimate source and destination; wealth cannot appear out of thin air.

But he had her.

She was his cheat code, his first pot of gold.

The subsequent decisive battles in the gold futures market and the famed shorting of the British pound all stemmed from her absolute trust in and execution of his plans.

The flow of memories froze on that afternoon coffee table in 2016.

Secretary Jin, dressed in high-end professional attire, sat across from that still somewhat youthful boy.

She looked up, her eyes sparkling as she asked him, "So, what should we name our company?"

He smiled without answering, picked up a cheap ballpoint pen, and began writing on a napkin.

The corner of Tang Song's mouth involuntarily curved into a soft ripple.

Time overlapped.

That Secretary Jin from the café slowly merged with the Ms. Smile before his eyes, who commanded the winds and waves and made Wall Street bow its head.

This was the greatest romance of the cultivation genre.

It was you personally planting a seed, then watching it grow into a towering tree that shelters you from wind and rain.

At the head of the table, Secretary Jin, who was listening to reports, seemed to sense that burning, affectionate gaze.

She slightly turned her head.

Their eyes met.

The mist in Tang Song's eyes dissipated, leaving only endless tenderness and recollection.

Secretary Jin's folded fingers tightened slightly.

*Sss—* An extremely faint sound of pen tip friction.

Tang Song picked up the Montblanc pen beside him and wrote two Chinese characters on the pristine meeting notes paper:

[Smile]

Then, next to it, he drew a simple smiley face.

He didn't speak, just slightly adjusted the angle of his notebook.

Just enough for her at the head of the table to see clearly.

Secretary Jin's gaze, in the intervals of flipping through documents, seemingly unintentionally swept over that paper.

Those two familiar Chinese characters, that familiar childish smiley face.

Intense emotion flashed in the depths of her eyes.

Immediately after.

The stern, imposing Director Jin elegantly crossed her legs and winked her right eye at him.

It was a wink full of liveliness, playfulness, and meant for him alone.

On her, it was unprecedented.

As if ice and snow were melting, spring warmth and flowers blooming.

[Secretary Jin's Smile Count: 5/10]

Practice proved that the smile count judgment in character interaction tasks was extremely strict.

Polite, fake smiles didn't count; superficial happiness didn't count either.

It had to be this kind of heartfelt, soul-resonating joyful interaction to be recognized by the system.

Tang Song's fingers holding the pen tightened slightly, his heart filled with immense satisfaction and peace.

After the brief moment of warmth.

Secretary Jin sat up straight again, hands folded on the table, swiftly restoring that impeccable Director Jin demeanor.

She lightly tapped the microphone. The conference room instantly fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"The annual reports end here." Secretary Jin looked around, her tone steady and forceful. "Next, we enter the shareholder representative speech segment."

"First, I want to specially introduce a representative of a special strategic investor. Although they have maintained a low profile over the past few years, they have provided the firmest support at every critical turning point for the group."

This time, she no longer concealed it, but looked at him openly, a meaningful smile playing at the corner of her mouth.

The executives below all pricked up their ears.

They certainly knew who Director Jin was referring to.

It was the mysterious and elusive SHG and ALF, which had long occupied positions on the shareholder register but never made an appearance.

These two SPV companies registered in offshore islands, although holding only a combined 5% stake, were like shadows of the group, omnipresent.

Secretary Jin slightly turned her body, raised her hand to point at Tang Song, her voice clear and bright. "Welcome the fully authorized representative of SHG and ALF—Mr. Tang Song."

*Whoosh—* Applause thundered.

But within this applause, there was more probing, curiosity, even scrutiny.

Facing this overwhelming pressure.

Tang Song slowly stood up.

The Mist Gentleman suit was tailored to fit, making his whole figure appear tall and straight.

His handsome, sculpted features appeared exceptionally clear under the cool-toned lighting of the conference room.

The dark blue suit seemed to absorb the surrounding light, enveloping him in a deep, calm, elusive aura.

His face showed no trace of tension from being scrutinized, nor any eagerness to perform.

His peaceful, profound eyes swept around the room.

That gaze wasn't aggressive, yet possessed a power that could calm restlessness.

"Director Jin, everyone, good morning."

"As the representative of SHG and ALF, this is our first formal address at a shareholders' meeting. Prior to this, we were more accustomed to being quiet observers."

"Six years ago, when we decided to invest in this still-forming enterprise, no one believed a company from the East could reshape the global supply chain."

Many people