"Ding-dong—"

[China Merchants Bank: Your account ending in 6800 received a deposit of 400.00 yuan on April 18th at 06:01.]

Tang Song felt a slight regret that the 1% critical reward hadn't been triggered. However, seeing the freshly deposited 400 yuan, he quickly smiled, feeling extremely pleased.

Starting today, even without working, he'd have a net income of 12,000 yuan a month. This was true happiness.

After his usual routine of using the restroom, doing fasted cardio, stretching, skincare, and having a weight-loss meal, Tang Song read for a while. At 8:30 AM, he took a serious shower and dressed formally: gray shirt, casual jacket, dress pants, and leather shoes.

He carefully styled himself in front of the mirror, snapped a handsome finger, adjusted his hairstyle, grabbed his car keys, and headed downstairs.

Humming a tune, he drove his beloved Wuling Hongguang out of Qingxin Homestead, basking in the warm morning sun. Today was perfect for property inspection, with clear skies, a gentle south wind at 1-2 levels, and a high of 25°C.

...

Yunxi Tower was a steel-structure complex standing about 185 meters tall, with 40 floors above ground and three underground, making it a renowned skyscraper in the province. As Tang Song drove into East Street, he saw the towering building glittering in the sunlight from afar.

Parking his car in a shaded spot in the pay parking lot, Tang Song carefully reversed into the space. With his document bag in hand, he locked the car and walked toward the building's main entrance.

This time coincided with the rush hour. Many well-dressed men and women streamed towards the building, their stylish attire complementing the warmed-up weather. Many women wore short skirts and tights, showcasing their long, sleek legs.

Straightening his jacket, Tang Song stepped through the transparent glass doors. Inside, the lobby's ceiling soared over 10 meters high, adorned with grand decor and stylish accents, creating an imposing and tasteful atmosphere.

Approaching the front desk, he politely asked, "Hello, could you tell me which floor the property services office is on?"

The female receptionist in a black uniform smiled, "Good morning, sir. The property office is on the fourth floor. How can we assist you?"

Tang Song chose his words carefully, "I recently purchased an office here and entrusted your company with the related paperwork. I'm here for the handover."

The receptionist was momentarily surprised, then politely asked, "Could you please leave your name, sir? I'll contact my supervisor to confirm."

As property company employees, they were well-informed about the building's status. Yunxi Tower had been completed for over six years, with few floors available for external sale. The buyers were usually renowned enterprises, rarely individuals.

"Tang Song."

"Alright, please hold on!" She picked up the fixed phone and reported the situation. After a brief conversation, she said, "Yes, Manager Ma! I understand!"

Hanging up, she immediately brightened, "Mr. Tang, please wait a moment. Our manager will be down to meet you shortly. There's a seating area if you'd like to rest."

"No, thank you," Tang Song quickly declined.

"If you need anything, please feel free to ask."

"Thank you," Tang Song said, feeling slightly embarrassed by her sudden enthusiasm. Pretending to look around nonchalantly, he waited.

Outside the glass curtain wall, a black Buick MPV stopped in the drop-off zone. A familiar figure stepped out—Wang Yunping, the senior manager from Yunjing Consulting, whom Tang Song had previously encountered at Yan Bin Lou Restaurant.

Wang Yunping, with his side-parted hair, suit, and briefcase, exuded the aura of a successful professional. Entering the lobby, he noticed Tang Song and paused, glancing at him before addressing him, "Mr. Tang, were you invited by President Xie? I don't recall seeing your name on the guest list for today's investment meeting."

Tang Song was momentarily stunned, then asked, "Sister Shuyu? Is she here for a meeting?"

"Sorry, that's a business secret, not something I can disclose," Wang Yunping chuckled, shaking his head. Although his words were courteous, his eyes betrayed a mocking glint.

Tang Song met his gaze and smiled, "Manager Wang, as expected from a consultant, everything you say is a business secret."

Wang Yunping raised an eyebrow, checked his watch, and said, "My time is valuable, so I won't waste it here. Goodbye."

Just as he was about to leave, a group of seven or eight people approached from the elevator. Leading them was a stern-looking middle-aged man in a property management uniform, walking briskly towards them.

Wang Yunping took a deep breath, smiled warmly, and greeted him, "Manager Ma, long time no see."

Manager Ma smiled back but didn't stop, heading straight to the front desk. Studying Tang Song closely, he extended his hand, "Good morning, Mr. Tang! I'm Ma Zijian, the manager of Yunxi Property Management Co., Ltd."

Tang Song pursed his lips, shook his hand firmly, and replied, "Good morning, Manager Ma."

Ma Zijian bent slightly, enthusiastically saying, "Mr. Tang, I'll take you for the inspection now. These are our department heads: Lin Shengfei from Maintenance, Wu Junqiang from Security, and Sun Jiajie from Leasing and Development. If you have any issues, feel free to contact us. We'll make sure to address them."

"Thank you," Tang Song responded, feeling somewhat awkward.

Ma Zijian was a prominent figure at Yunxi Property Management, and now he was being so courteous. It was somewhat intimidating for Tang Song.

As Tang Song was ushered into the private elevator by the group, Wang Yunping's expression shifted from confusion to disbelief. A chill ran down his spine.

Was this a joke?

Wasn’t Tang Song just a programmer at Jinxiu Commerce?

Wasn’t he just a part-time contractor for Shimmer Coffee?

For Ma Zijian to treat him so respectfully, personally leading the team of high-level managers to greet him, Tang Song had to be at least a top executive of a well-known enterprise.

What was Tang Song’s true identity? Was he playing some kind of elaborate act to win over Xie Shuyu?

Wang Yunping felt a dark cloud hanging over him, realizing that if he had angered a significant figure, he could be fired at any moment, given his position as just a senior manager at Yunjing Consulting.

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