Afternoon in Rong City.
In the enormous main banquet hall, lights glimmered, and the air was filled with the scent of champagne mingled with laughter and conversation.
Originally, the scattered social circles seemed to be drawn by an invisible magnetic field, converging towards a certain direction.
The identity of Tang Song naturally spread amidst the conversations.
More and more people gathered around.
From the investment circle, brand representatives, supply chain members, government officials…
Servers carried champagne and delicate snacks, weaving through the crowd frequently.
Not far from Meng Ran, Fang Zhiyuan was utterly immersed in a dreamlike daze.
From the moment Zhao Wen took the initiative to approach, his mind had stopped functioning.
He just stared blankly, looking at the young man he had internally judged as "a playboy."
Surrounded by a group of capital magnates whom he would need great courage even to hand a business card.
Rongliu Capital… Chairman?
