The suite's living room was utterly quiet.
Sunlight crossed the eaves outside the window, filling the entire room with warmth and brightness.
The wisps of steam rising from the tea were clearly visible in the shafts of light, drifting slowly upward.
The chessboard had already become a fierce close-quarters battle, pieces interlocking like fangs in an incomparably complex struggle.
Yet Tang Song's movements and expression remained composed, as if he were merely taking a leisurely stroll through a garden.
"Southeast Asia's electric vehicle supply chain, Middle Eastern sovereign wealth funds, Latin America's lithium resources—these will all be crucial nodes in our construction of the 'Pan-Asian Economic and Technological Internal Circulation.'"
"The center of the world is shifting irreversibly from the North Atlantic toward the Western Pacific. Over the next decade, whoever controls the trade routes and technological standards connecting the Eurasian Continent will become the true player moving the pieces in the next era."
Ouyang Chengping nodded thoughtfully at those words.
After sorting through her chaotic thoughts, Ouyang Xuanyue saw that the two men seemed to have fallen into contemplation and finally found an opportunity to remind them softly, "Grandpa, Tang Song, the tea is at just the right temperature. This is when it tastes best."
"Thank you, Sister Xianyue." Tang Song smiled and elegantly gestured with his hand. "Old Master, please have the first taste."
Ouyang Chengping set down the chess piece in his hand and picked up the Ru Ware teacup before him.
He first brought the cup to his nose and took a gentle sniff.
A crisp, pure fragrance of tea entered his nostrils, instantly clearing his usually somewhat muddled mind.
His brows lifted slightly as he took a sip.
There was not the slightest trace of astringency. Instead, it was smooth and mellow, with a subtle