Yan Province Financial Center, Building A, 50th Floor.
Rongliu Capital.
Inside the executive assistant's office.
"—That's basically the situation, President Lin."
"I understand." Lin Mu Xue sat upright in her office chair, her expression meticulous. "Send the final version of the BP to my email. I'll discuss it with Mr. Tang."
"Okay!"
After the project manager left, Lin Mu Xue finally let out a long breath, her body relaxing slightly.
Her long legs stretched lightly beneath the desk as she gave a small, lazy stretch.
She picked up her cup and took a sip of tea. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a new WeChat message on her computer screen.
It was from the self-media blogger she had met by chance on the plane.
[Yilin VC: "Madam Lin, hello! I've finished a preliminary edit of our interview video from that day and sent it to your email. Please take a look first and see if there's anything that needs adjusting."]
The corner of Lin Mu Xue's mouth lifted slightly as she opened her email.
She viewed the message.
The finished video was excellent. The editing flowed smoothly, the BGM felt premium, and the filters had a cinematic quality.
And she herself in the footage—whether it was her looks, temperament, or manner of speaking—perfectly embodied the image of an "educated elite woman."
Perfect!
Looking at the finished video, pride and delight appeared in her heart.
If this got posted, it would definitely blow up!
If she tagged her own ID and did a "co-creation," gaining tens of thousands of followers wouldn't be a problem.
But the thought only flashed through her mind before she suppressed it.
No, that would be too deliberate. It wouldn't look classy enough.
Her online persona now was that of a "low-key financial executive,"