Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets

Tina gracefully took her leave, the sound of her footsteps fading at the end of the thick carpet.

The atmosphere in the large tearoom became subtle.

Ouyang Xianyue raised her hand, signaling Lin Muxue and Jing to take seats opposite her.

Then, personally lifting the ancient Ru kiln teapot, she lightly turned her wrist, the amber tea stream like silk, precisely pouring into the two empty aroma cups.

The movement was smooth and flowing, full of delightful rhythm.

Not a performance, but a display of inherent grace and poise.

Xue and Jing exchanged a glance, then cautiously sat down.

”Thank you, Miss Ouyang.” (*2)

Lin Muxue’s voice was very soft, but her heartbeat was like a pounding drum.

It was the first time she had met the legendary ”Precision Queen,” Ouyang Xianyue.

This name, only found in financial news headlines and top forums, was far more beautiful and charismatic than she had imagined.

Unlike the rigid and refined European aristocratic style of someone like Tina.

The Ouyang before her possessed a unique allure of elegance exclusive to Huaxia’s top families, seamlessly merging grandeur with modern intellect.

Both renowned figures, she was different from Chairman Jin’s sharp, suffocating presence.

Like an unfathomable ancient pond, calm and mature, yet dignified.

Given her identity, it was hard not to evoke respect in the once fake socialite, Xue.

”There’s no need to be so tense.” Ouyang Xianyue looked at their defensive postures and a friendly smile appeared, ”I shouldn’t be that frightening, right?”

Her gentle words with a hint of self-deprecation instantly eased the tense atmosphere.

Jing’s eyes sparkled, immediately showing a sweet smile, breaking the ice proactively: ”Miss Ouyang, thank you for the birthday gift you gave me last time. I never expected to meet you here again; I’m really so thrilled!”

”A birthday gift is a gesture, as long as you like it.” Ouyang Xianyue lightly tapped the teacup with her fingertip, her tone as gentle as the tea.

Jing raised her teacup, using the swirling steam to disguise the fluctuation in her eyes, her gaze subtly surveying Ouyang Xianyue.

During her training at Smile Holding, she had unexpectedly encountered the legendary Precision Queen at the elevator entrance in the headquarters.

At that time, she had merely greeted her out of younger’s politeness, instinctively bowing, not expecting the other to respond warmly.

She even, very rarely, agreed to her somewhat abrupt photo request.

At the time, she thought it was her ”cute buff” taking effect, resulting in incredible luck.

Looking back now, what luck was there?

It was evidently the ”Tang Song Master-certified” golden pass, shining brightly above her head.

After the birthday party, she had gathered and organized all known information, becoming clearer about everything she had to face.

Rumor has it that the ”Tang Jin Family Office” was co-founded by Ouyang Xianyue of TY Precision and Jin Meixiao of Smile Holding.

One possessing immeasurable political, commercial, technological, and industrial resources domestically, while the other controls international financial capital overseas.

Together, they constructed an unparalleled invisible consortium spanning East and West, bridging primary and secondary markets, penetrating all capillaries of technology and finance.

It can leverage national strategic projects and incubate the next trillion-dollar unicorn.

It can inject ”revival” capital into dying companies and pave the way for cutting-edge technology to ascend ”to the apex of the world.”

Then this elegantly dignified Precision Queen, along with her vast TY Precision, is perhaps also a chess piece of Tang Song Master?

Jing looked at the radiant beauty opposite, her mind uncontrollably speculating.

Indeed... Tang Song Master is the real puppet master hidden behind all curtains, the ultimate BOSS.

The more she thought, the more excited she became, her heart beating faster, fingertips slightly trembling.

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She really likes Tang Song Master more and more, the darker and more devious, the better!

That way, it fits more into her mind of the omnipotent ”Demon King” figure.

Just then.

Ouyang Xianyue raised her teacup, ”This tea is Lion Peak Longjing before the rain this year, give it a taste.”

Lin Muxue quickly cradled the cup, sipped, her brain rapidly searching yet not fetching a single professional term, could only dryly say, ”It’s... fragrant, very mellow.”

Inner OS: Help, does this thing taste any different from the Lipton black tea I brew?

Jing, however, tasted it with her eyes closed, tongue gently rotating, serious, ”The color is bright, aroma clear and lasting, taste mellow, fresh, aftertaste sweet and saliva-inducing, truly top-grade Longjing, from the core region, craftsmanship flawless.”

Ouyang Xianyue’s eyes brightened, nodding in approval, ”The tea ceremony emphasizes ’quiet, pleasant, harmonious, true’. Water temperature, tea quantity, pouring method, steep time, slightest differences lead to drastic errors. Brewing tea, like running a business, requires patience, focus, and extreme detail control.

I suppose Chairman Jin named your asset management company ’Jingyi’ with this consideration.”

”Much appreciated.” Jing earnestly responded, ”You are truly skilled in the tea ceremony, I must learn more from you in the future.”

Ouyang Xianyue smiled slightly, her gaze settling on Jing’s face, meaningfully saying: ”Honestly, I really admire you, and have been keeping an eye on you. Thus, regarding your departure from TY Precision, I personally am quite regretful. However, Chairman Jin equally admires you, too, I don’t think she’d want to let you go.”