An afternoon in Rong City.
In the vast main banquet hall, lights danced as the air filled with the mingled scent of champagne and conversation.
The small social circles that had originally been scattered in twos and threes seemed drawn by an invisible magnetic field, converging in one direction.
Tang Song's identity naturally spread through the conversations.
More and more people gathered around.
Investors, brand representatives, supply chain players, government delegates—
Waiters carrying champagne and exquisite refreshments moved constantly through the crowd.
Fang Zhiyuan, standing not far from Meng Ran, had fallen completely into a dreamlike daze.
From the moment Zhao Wen had stepped forward on his own initiative, Fang Zhiyuan's brain had stopped working.
He could only stare blankly as the young man he had privately judged to be "a rich second-generation kid chasing girls" was surrounded like the moon among stars by capital tycoons he would have needed to muster up the courage just to hand a business card to.
Rongliu Capital—its chairman?
He had never imagined that such an incredible big shot stood behind Glimmer Coffee.
The irritation and embarrassment he had felt over the other man's "cold" attitude instantly vanished, leaving only awe.
Thinking about it now—
For someone like that to calmly listen to him, shake his hand, and exchange pleasantries with him was already an immense show of respect.
A complicated tide of shame, absurdity, lingering fear, and surprise swallowed him whole.
He was grateful that he had remained sufficiently respectful and humble before the man and had not shown the slightest hint of disrespect.
Otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
He Wenyue, the person in charge of the private gathering, was flushed with excitement, her palms sweating.
This private gathering had invited many heavyweight guests.
Yet even Zhao Wen, the highest-ranking among