8:10 a.m.
Yancheng International Airport, a quiet and private FBO (fixed-base operator) terminal.
Three black Mercedes-Benz S-Class sedans glided to a steady stop beneath the terminal's private entrance canopy.
The doors opened, and seven people stepped out in succession.
Without exception, they wore bespoke suits or skirt suits. Their demeanor was sharp and capable, their leather shoes gleaming, and every gesture radiated the formidable presence of elite financial professionals.
The ground staff who had been waiting there hurried forward and respectfully took their suitcases and briefcases from the drivers.
The VIP reception manager approached the tall woman at the front with a perfectly warm smile. "President Lin, good morning! Your Bombardier Challenger 850 is ready, and the crew is standing by. We've also prepared freshly ground Blue Mountain coffee and French pastries in the lounge for everyone."
"Thank you."
Lin Mu Xue gave a slight nod, her exquisite makeup flawless in the morning light.
She said nothing else and strode straight ahead on her long legs.
The team members behind her immediately followed in tacit coordination, keeping a respectful distance.
Inside the private VIP lounge, the atmosphere was relaxed yet efficient.
Several key members of the project team—analysts and investment managers—gathered in small groups, coffee in hand, quietly discussing the final details of their trip to Chang'an.
Lin Mu Xue did not join them. She merely held a cup of warm black tea and sat elegantly on a single sofa.
She took out her phone and opened her pinned chat box.
First, she adjusted the angle and took a photo to share.
Then she left a message: "(#^.^#) Mr. Tang, I've arrived at the airport. I'll wrap up the Chang'an matters as soon as possible, then come back and accompany you to France. (#playful)"
"Bzzzz—"
[Tang Song: "Mm, No rush.