Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 812: The Noble Lady’s Invitation

The moment the embrace happened.

The vast viewing area seemed to have been muted.

The whispers, speculations, and polite greetings that had been lingering in the air all vanished.

In the world, it seemed only the rustling sound of the breeze brushing over the tips of the putting green grass remained.

A touch, then separation.

Ouyang Xianyue took a half-step back.

The movement was elegant and composed, returning to the proper social distance.

Her face still wore that flawless, dignified, and reserved expression, her eyes clear and bright.

As if that brief, warm moment just now was merely a mirage caused by the sunlight.

Shock.

It was a shock akin to witnessing a mountain bow its head or a river flow backwards.

You must understand, that was Ouyang Xianyue!

The helmswoman of Tang Yi Precision, the Ms. Ouyang who, after losing her husband in the prime of her youth, single-handedly propped up a vast commercial empire.

For so many years, aside from a very few close female friends, there had never been any rumors of her having intimate contact with any man, not even a ceremonial hug like this.

The media relished discussing her purity, elegance, and grace.

The industry stood in awe of her dedication to serving the nation, her focus on industry and technology, her vision, and her achievements.

Her image had long been tightly bound with "impeccable private virtue" and "unattainable heights."

But now, she had actually taken the initiative to step forward, to open her arms, and embrace a young man?

And in such a public setting.

Those present were no ordinary people. At their level, they understood all too well the political implications behind such body language.

This was no longer merely an elder's courtesy or patronage towards a junior.

This was a gaze of equals, a form of respect.

Even faintly hinting at an intimate relationship that transcended mere business cooperation.

Coupled with the thought of the extraordinary treatment Tang Song received upon his arrival earlier,

In the crowd, glances were exchanged frantically, undercurrents surging violently in everyone's hearts.

Silent information spread and amplified exponentially.

Everyone was re-evaluating the weight of this young "President Tang."

Not far away, Bei Yuwei, struggling to maintain her composure, looked at the esteemed Ms. Ouyang, then at Tang Song in front of her.

Her fingers trembled uncontrollably.

Only at this moment did she finally snap completely out of the dreamlike state induced by the earlier "luxury car entrance," undergoing a complete cognitive restructuring.

She finally understood what kind of celestial being she had desperately gambled on finding as her "patron" back then.

He was, in the truest sense, a capital titan standing at the very apex of the world's pyramid.

Before this level, the so-called entertainment circle, the so-called top-tier celebrities, even the fame she was so proud of...

In his world, it might truly be insignificant.

She had a vague intuition.

Perhaps even that radiant Miss Su Yu was, in his eyes, merely a lover.

Perhaps even the entire Tang Entertainment was just a little toy he casually played with.

And she, in a daze, had actually formed a substantial bond with such a formidable figure.

An almost absurd sense of luck, mixed with immense trepidation and unreality, made her whole body feel slightly weak.

In her mind, the scene from the Shangri-La Hotel suite in Wushan uncontrollably surfaced again.

His smiling words, "Bei Yuwei, I really like you."

And her own decisive binding statement: "You said it yourself. From now on, I am your woman. If anyone bullies me again, I'll use your name!"

It was precisely because of that experience that she always held a sliver of conviction—Tang Song would protect her.

That's why she dared to completely break ties with Young Master Zhou.

But back then, she thought he was merely a secretive, well-connected shareholder of Tang Entertainment.

She had never imagined the world he inhabited was so vast and boundless.

Young Master Zhou Ran being intercepted at the check-in this morning... was probably also because of him.

Bei Yuwei gently bit her lower lip, an indescribably complex tide of emotions surging in her heart.

...

The air began to flow again, but the atmosphere was already different.

Ouyang Xianyue personally accompanied Tang Song. She maintained a warm, graceful, and dignified smile on her face.

Her pace was unhurried, maintaining an appropriate parallel distance with Tang Song, yet always with a subtle half-step difference.

Her posture was full of unspoken solemnity and high regard.

The atmosphere on-site instantly elevated due to her formal inclusion, becoming more solemn and ceremonial.

Everyone's gaze focused on the two of them. Conversations were deliberately hushed, creating a reverent silence.

Relying on his superior memory, Tang Song precisely associated every person here with the corresponding executive profiles in his mind.

Half a month ago, he had received detailed files on the middle and senior management of [Xuanji Optical World].

Now, he had matched every name, position, and career history to the real faces before him, fully preparing for the upcoming in-depth interactions.

10:15 AM.

The tee-off ceremony began on time.

A senior vice president of Tang Yi Precision took the stage, delivering a brief speech welcoming the assembled elites from various fields and outlining the core purpose of this "Xuanji Industry Ecosystem Exchange Event": to promote cross-border integration and explore the cutting-edge future.

After the speech, the ceremony reached its climax.

Tang Song and Ouyang Xianyue were simultaneously invited to the center of the symbolic Hole 1 tee platform.

Two senior caddies, dressed in crisp, professional golf attire and wearing snow-white gloves, approached them, each holding an exquisite tray lined with black velvet.

On the trays were placed commemorative edition golf balls engraved with the event's exclusive logo and exquisite golf clubs with name initials printed on the grips.

Every detail exuded prestige.

Tang Song took the club prepared for him, feeling its weight and balance in his hand. His movements were natural and skilled, without any hint of unfamiliarity.

In fact, after receiving the event invitation, he had taken some time for targeted practice.

Given his current system-optimized physical fitness, neural reactions, and coordination, mastering the core techniques of this type of sport was almost effortless.

He stood firm, feet shoulder-width apart, his body's center of gravity steadily sinking.

Lift the club, turn the shoulders, draw back, swing down, contact the ball, follow through—

The entire motion was fluid and seamless, done in one breath.

The small white ball traced a beautiful, powerful arc, speeding towards the distant green, landing in an excellent spot.

Immediately after, Ouyang Xianyue stepped forward to complete her honorary tee-off.

Her swing posture was extremely professional and elegant, clearly the result of long-term, rigorous practice. Every angle and application of force was controlled perfectly, combining power with the unique graceful beauty of a woman. It was a textbook-level demonstration.

"Whoosh—"

Symbolic yet extremely warm applause erupted simultaneously in the viewing area, lasting for a long time.

The golf club event officially began.

...

Deep within the Olazabal Course, beside the green of a certain emerald fairway.

Jiang Yourong stood quietly on the soft maintenance area grass at the edge of the green, holding a dark leather tablet case in her hand, her gaze fixed intently on the group ahead.

Besides Ms. Ouyang Xianyue and Tang Song, the group included two other gentlemen.

One was [Xuanji Optical World]'s Chief Operating Officer (COO), Zhang Heng, a capable, pragmatic middle-aged man. He was the highest operational leader of the company, reporting directly to CEO Tang Song, overseeing daily operations, driving business implementation, optimizing organizational efficiency, and ensuring precise processes.

The other was [Tangjin Family Office]'s core advisory committee member, Liang Shixun, a scholarly elder with a refined temperament, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, providing macro perspectives and risk assessments for the family's top-level strategy.

Among the dozens of elites on the entire course at the moment, without a doubt, the absolute core of information and power was this group of four.

Every time they paused on a green, every conversation in their golf cart, drew the attention of those around them.

Actually, COO Zhang Heng could essentially be seen as Tang Song's deputy. His presence here was to help Tang Song understand the company's entire structure.

As the technical assistant, Jiang Yourong now felt more like an observer.

Rather than coming to work, it was more like she was here as Director Jin's eyes, keeping watch on Ms. Ouyang.

But this role also made her feel awkward and powerless.

If Ms. Ouyang truly wanted to bypass her, she would have no way of detecting it, let alone stopping it.

Her gaze kept involuntarily falling on Tang Song.

Especially on his clean, slender hands.

Jiang Yourong subconsciously pressed her legs together, glancing down at her chest.

Even though it was through clothing, his touch from last night seemed to linger there.

It had made this Professor Jiang toss and turn in bed for a long time, rewarding herself once before barely managing to fall asleep.

Thinking about the upcoming professional contact with him and the stories that might unfold, a flutter of excitement stirred in her heart.

Just then, a faint scent of perfume approached.

A bottle of mineral water was offered before her by a hand adorned with exquisite nude nail polish.

"Director Jiang, you've been standing for so long. Have some water." Bei Yuwei had, at some point, gotten off another support vehicle parked not far away and walked to her side. A polite, junior-to-senior smile graced her face, her voice gentle.

Jiang Yourong gave a light cough, quickly pulling herself out of her chaotic thoughts. "Thank you, Miss Bei. You're too thoughtful."

"You're too polite, please call me Yuwei." Bei Yuwei's smile grew a bit sweeter, her tone carrying a hint of ingratiation. "You look so professional, and your aura is wonderful. Are you... also an executive at [Xuanji Optical World]?"

"Hmm, you could say that. I serve as the Director of the University Cooperation Office at the company, and I'm also an associate professor at the university. Mainly responsible for connecting cutting-edge academic research with the company's technological needs."

Jiang Yourong looked at the female idol before her, her expression somewhat odd.

She certainly knew about the recently popular Bei Yuwei, and she could tell this star's relationship with Tang Song was unusual.

Counting carefully, just the women around Tang Song she knew about were already a whole bunch.

He really was... energetic!

"Wow, so you're a university professor! And holding dual positions, that's amazing!" Bei Yuwei appropriately expressed amazement, her eyes sparkling.

This satisfied the vanity of the somewhat lazy female professor, Jiang Yourong, making the smile on her face soften.

Bei Yuwei moved a bit closer and began chatting with her about university topics.

She vividly and naturally portrayed the innate curiosity and admiration a "budding flower of the entertainment circle" would have for a "highly educated woman."

The two chatted intermittently, topics jumping from university life to occasional anecdotes from the entertainment world. The atmosphere gradually relaxed and became familiar.

Most of the time, they rode in that "support vehicle," following the core group's golf cart from a distance as it moved along the continuous fairways.

12:15 PM.

As the last white ball came to a steady stop beside the flagstick on the green, the morning round of golf came to an end.

The winter sun had moved to the center of the sky, casting a golden glow over the vast Olazabal Course.

The exclusive golf cart fleet for the core group began to turn, smoothly heading along the well-maintained asphalt paths towards the direction of the clubhouse main venue.

The support fleet, filled with entourage and security personnel, naturally followed behind, forming an impressive procession.

Guanlan Lake Clubhouse · Banquet Hall.

As the vehicles came to a stop at the main entrance, Bei Yuwei took a deep breath, immediately shedding the relaxed and naive demeanor she had while chatting with Jiang Yourong in the car.

Her back straightened slightly. The smile belonging to a popular artist appeared on her face. Maintaining a half-step distance, she followed behind Tang Song as they entered the brilliantly lit banquet hall.

Huge crystal chandeliers cast dazzling light. Long tables on both sides were already laden with a dazzling array of Western cold dishes and Cantonese dim sum.

But no one present paid attention to the food.

The crew of "Fingertip Starlight" had also long returned from the peripheral viewing terrace under staff guidance.

They gathered somewhat awkwardly in a corner not far to the right of the banquet hall entrance, holding symbolic champagne glasses, but no one was actually drinking.

When they saw Tang Song's party enter, everyone's gaze instantly focused.

Bei Yuwei quickly scanned the room, then glanced at Tang Song, who was conversing softly with Ms. Ouyang beside him, his expression composed.

Confirming he didn't need her attendance, she smiled and whispered a greeting to Jiang Yourong next to her.

Then she turned and walked gracefully towards the crew members in the corner.

She was sensible. She knew the upcoming occasion belonged to Tang Song and those big shots.

And she also needed to go reap her own victory fruits.

As she approached.

The atmosphere in the corner visibly tensed.

Producer Wei Tingsong and Director Li Wenmo subconsciously straightened their backs, tightening their grip on their wine glasses.

The usual air of authority or scrutiny was gone from their faces, replaced instead by an eager, ingratiating expression.

They even proactively stepped forward a couple of steps.

"Yuwei!"

"Yuwei, you're back!"

"Yuwei, come, over here, sit down and rest."

...

The expressions on the faces of the other lead actors and Ning Yufei, among others, were even more complex.

But more than anything, it was a respect born from recognizing reality.

Ning Yufei, who had been jealous of her earlier, now kept her head down and was submissive, not even daring to look Bei Yuwei directly in the eye, only managing a forced smile in the corner.

Lin Keke also stood among them, her face full of excitement and exhilaration, desperately making eye contact with Bei Yuwei, her eyes filled with admiration that screamed "You're so awesome!"

"President Wei, Director Li."

Bei Yuwei walked up close but did not sit down. She roughly glanced over everyone. Her tone remained polite, yet carried a sense of detachment she had never shown before.

Director Li Wenmo's face flashed with obvious embarrassment. He rubbed his hands together and finally couldn't help but lower his voice, saying:

"Yuwei, regarding... regarding some adjustments the crew made earlier, like Keke's situation and a few other supporting roles. At the time, it was mainly considering some external pressures and production schedule factors. It might have put you in a difficult position too. Looking back now, it was indeed our side's consideration that was lacking, causing you trouble."

Wei Tingsong also quickly chimed in from the side, "Yes, yes, it was all for the sake of the production. But it's fine now. Since all those messy interferences are gone, our crew will definitely prioritize your opinions. Yuwei, if you have anything you need us to adjust or cooperate with in the future, just mention it anytime! The crew will fully support you!"

Watching these two big shots, who were usually assertive and unyielding and who had even tacitly allowed Zhou Ran to exert pressure just last night, now looking at her cautiously like schoolchildren who had made a mistake, afraid she might utter a single word of refusal.

An indescribable wave of emotion surged in Bei Yuwei's heart.

This was the power of influence.

She had done nothing, hadn't thrown her weight around, hadn't even said a single harsh word.

Simply because she stood by Tang Song's side.

All the previous grievances, injustices, and even seemingly insurmountable difficulties were resolved at this moment.

Silence.

A full five seconds passed, until she had made the two men's hearts flutter with anxiety, before she slowly spoke:

"Director Li, President Wei. We're all trying to make a living in this circle. Seeking advantage and avoiding harm, I can understand. However, I have a very good memory. Those who not only refrained from adding insult to injury but were also willing to hold an umbrella for me on a rainy day... I will remember them very clearly."

Wei Tingsong and Li Wenmo's hearts skipped a beat, fine beads of sweat appearing on their foreheads.

"Yuwei... How about this." Wei Tingsong reacted extremely quickly. "Our company is preparing to start a new production next month. Although it's still in the planning stages, several important roles haven't been finalized yet. If you have any suitable recommendations, just let me know anytime, we'll give them priority consideration!"

"Thank you for your kind offer, President Wei. I'll take a look later."

Bei Yuwei once again revealed that signature sweet smile, picked up a glass of champagne, and elegantly raised it. "I'm still a member of our crew. As long as everyone follows the rules, I will naturally do my best to perform my role well. I hope our cooperation moving forward can be truly pleasant."

"Pleasant cooperation! Definitely pleasant!"

Everyone hurriedly raised their glasses. Regardless of whether their glasses contained wine or not, they all rushed to clink glasses with hers.

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