[Urban] A Romantic Transformation (Complete) - 17

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Chapter 88 Jin Yong Urges

Huang Yi to Submit His Manuscript Huang Yi has been having a very tough time lately. Ever since *A Step into the Past* became a hit in Hong Kong, he's become a fan of Xiaoyaozi, or rather, Tang Ziliang. What surprised him even more was that the opening of *A Step into the Past* was exactly the same idea as the draft he had in mind.

Little did he know that Tang Ziliang had plagiarized his work. The future superstar martial arts novelist was now unemployed.

"Useless thing, if you can't find a job today, don't come back." Huang Yi, who had been unemployed for over two months, was kicked out of the house by his wife early this morning.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Huang Yi drank a bowl of porridge at a roadside stall and wandered around the streets.

Finding a job isn't easy. Huang Yi naturally looked down on manual labor, but who would hire an amateur writer like him for an office job?

Huang Yi subconsciously walked into the bookstore, glanced at the magazine shelf, and his eyes fell directly on the Ming Pao newspaper. He asked, "Boss, can I take a look at that Ming Pao?"

"Buy it quickly if you like it. I just got this in stock today; it'll be gone if you wait too long," the owner said.

Huang Yi had been feeling down at home for over ten days and was completely unaware of what was happening outside. He asked curiously, "Is Ming Pao selling very well now?"

"Of course it's selling well. My little bookstore has sold several thousand copies in just a few days," the owner said with a smile.

Intrigued, Huang Yi was about to open it up and take a look. Two students rushed in with their backpacks, shouting, "Uncle Qi, give me a copy of Ming Pao!"

The shopkeeper seemed to know them well, laughing and scolding, "You two little rascals, did you steal money from home?"

One of the students protested, "We're innocent! My brother and I collected scraps for days to scrape together this money. Uncle Qi, please give it to us quickly! My classmate brings it to class every day to show off, but he won't lend it to me. I'm so envious!"

"Take it. You don't study hard, and you're reading extracurricular books. Your mother will break your legs if she finds out!" The shopkeeper took a magazine and instructed, "Don't tell her I sold it to you. Even if you don't, I'll be in trouble."

"Don't worry, Uncle Qi," the brothers took the magazine, "Even if we don't tell, my mother will know it's you."

"You little brats!" The shopkeeper pretended to hit them, and the two brothers laughed and ran away.

Huang Yi became even more curious, bought a copy, and read it as he walked down the street. "Chapter 45 of *A Step into the Past*..."

Huang Yi felt a pang of envy upon reading the author's introduction, but when he saw the book reviews by Jin Yong and Wolong Sheng, he felt a strange mix of envy and jealousy. With the support of Jin Yong, Wolong Sheng, Wen Ruian, and others, *A Step into the Past* was practically adding fuel to the fire.

This Xiaoyaozi, in just half a month, had become a martial arts master after Jin Yong.

Huang Yi flipped through the copyright page and found a recruitment advertisement for Ming Pao, and even an ad for an editor in the corner. Huang Yi was overjoyed! Ming Pao was recruiting editors! He was a graduate of the University of Hong Kong—wow, maybe one day he could even become the editor-in-chief!

Thinking of this, Huang Yi ran straight to the bus stop, but after a few steps, he stopped and waited for a taxi by the roadside.

However, taxis, which were usually readily available, were nowhere to be seen all day. Anxious, Huang Yi had to run back to the bus stop.

While waiting, two young men next to him were each holding a copy of Ming Pao and discussing *A Step into the Past*.

One person said, "I never thought martial arts novels could be written like this! A modern person travels back to the late Warring States period to pick up girls—it

's so captivating!" Another said, "Yeah, Xiang Shaolong is really lucky with women. Xiaoyaozi is a genius; I wonder how he came up with all those ideas."

"Have you all read his *A Step into the Past*?"

"Yes, I was so excited! The scenes are so grand; he's always picking up girls, and then there are endless romantic encounters and adventures. Although his writing isn't as good as Jin Yong's, the plot is fantastic. Xiaoyaozi is truly a genius."

"Anyway, I'm a die-hard fan of Xiaoyaozi now; I buy all his books. This *A Step into the Past* is definitely a masterpiece, but it's a pity it's only 60,000 words. I wonder how old Xiaoyaozi is, and what he looks like." "

I think it's definitely Lady Ya who fell for Xiang Shaolong; beauties love heroes. Maybe Lady Ya is even the female lead."

"Absolutely not. Didn't they say Lady Ya is a harlot? I bet she's not the female lead."

"Even Little Dragon Girl from 'The Return of the Condor Heroes' was taken by Yin Zhiping. And she wasn't even the female lead?"

Hearing their discussion, Huang Yi felt quite uneasy. He'd found a novel called "A Step into the Past" by Xiaoyaozi, and the opening concept was strikingly similar to his own. Just who was Xiaoyaozi?

Finally arriving in Central, Huang Yi nervously entered the Ming Pao Building.

"Hello! I'm here to apply for an editor position." A receptionist greeted him, and Huang Yi nodded and smiled.

The receptionist smiled and led him into the lounge, saying, "Please wait a moment. I'll contact you after the interviews are over."

Huang Yi immediately realized he was in trouble; he'd learned the news too late and was likely to miss the opportunity. He waited anxiously for over ten minutes before finally being called in.

"You're Jin Yong!" Huang Yi exclaimed in surprise, looking at the elderly man sitting opposite him.

Jin Yong, after a moment's recollection, remembered him and smiled, "You're Huang Yi, what a coincidence!"

It turned out that a year ago, Huang Yi had attended a Hong Kong and Taiwan martial arts novel seminar, where he had presented his debut work to a group of senior figures in the martial arts novel world for critique. At the time, Jin Yong had offered a few subtle criticisms, and Huang Yi, unaware of Jin Yong's identity, had retorted a few times. Remembering his earlier disagreement, Huang Yi stood up and said, "I'm sorry, I think I've come to the wrong place today."

"No," Jin Yong said, "You're hired. Come to work tomorrow."

"What?" Huang Yi couldn't believe his ears. "Not even an assessment?"

Jin Yong said, "I read your novels before. Your writing and imagination are excellent; I have a very good impression of you! It's a bit of a waste of your talent to have you as an editor. But as long as you work hard, I believe you will definitely succeed."

Huang Yi smiled bitterly. He had been so arrogant back then, offending Master Jin Yong, and now Jin Yong was his boss. Sometimes life's twists and turns are just that absurd.

Jiangcheng, at Xu Yanyun's home. Tang Ziliang was teaching Qian'er to write Chinese characters when his phone rang. Looking at the number, he was startled – it was a long-distance call from his mother in Hong Kong.

Tang Ziliang stood up and said to Qian'er, "Godfather is going out to take this call. Qian'er, keep practicing your calligraphy, and don't be lazy!" Qian'er raised her little face and said angrily, "Godfather is so mean! Qian'er won't be lazy!"

Tang Ziliang went out to answer the phone and heard his mother's voice. "Hello, Mom, why are you calling me? What's wrong?" Tang Ziliang asked. Xiang

Mei's excited voice came from the other end of the line: "Liangzi, your novel is a huge hit in Hong Kong! Even Mr. Jin Yong wants to urge you to finish it! I'll give him the phone; you can talk to him yourself."

Jin Yong personally urging him to finish his work? Tang Ziliang was incredibly excited! When he first spoke to Jin Yong, his palms were sweaty.

"Mr. Tang Ziliang, I know you're a middle-level manager and very busy, but you might not know that your novel is currently incredibly popular. Therefore, please make sure you keep updating it. I'm counting on you."

After talking with Jin Yong, Tang Ziliang was quite excited. He hadn't expected that releasing "A Step into the Past" a year ahead of schedule would result in such a phenomenal success. Even the great Jin Yong himself had invited him to Hong Kong for an exclusive interview during the National Day holiday.

Tang Ziliang had just finished his conversation with Jin Yong when his phone and email rang. To his surprise, it was Zhao Baogang calling. "Hey, Brother Gangzi, what's up?"

"Liangzi, two friends and I are coming to Jiangcheng to see you. Are you free tonight? Let's all have dinner together," Zhao Baogang said with a smile.

"What guests?" Tang Ziliang was confused.

"It's Zhang Guoli and Deng Jie. They were very satisfied with your novel, *Kangxi's Private Visits*, and came to see you personally, saying they want you to direct a TV series. You're the screenwriter, right?" Zhao Baogang said anxiously.

Zhang Guoli and Deng Jie want me to direct a TV series?

Tang Ziliang didn't think much of it. He had met Zhang Guoli in his past life; back then, he was an investor, and Zhang Guoli was the director. Tang Ziliang had personally witnessed her reprimanding actors. Every line of the script had to be reviewed by Zhang Guoli, and actors couldn't utter a single wrong word during filming. Memorizing scripts was like memorizing texts, leaving actors no room for improvisation. The stringent requirements drove many actors crazy.

However, in this era, anyone who starred in Zhang Guoli's dramas, whether male or female lead, became a star. Almost every popular actor in mainland China during the 1990s had acted in one of Zhang Guoli's TV series.

But Tang Ziliang was already famous enough.

Regardless, Tang Ziliang decided to meet Zhang Guoli and admire the charisma of this next-generation legend.

In the afternoon, Su Qin dragged Tang Ziliang shopping again. The Jiangcheng Hualian Shopping Mall had a fifth floor, an electronics store. Tang Ziliang didn't know why Su Qin had dragged him there, but seeing her high spirits, he let her have her way.

Looking at the various televisions on the TV display shelf, all playing the 1993 CCTV version of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms," Tang Ziliang stopped. It was one of his favorite childhood dramas. Su Qin, also staring at the screen, murmured, "I think the woman who played Diao Chan was really beautiful. Alas, beauty is fleeting." The

1993 version of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" was considered a classic, but many of the actors were rather unattractive. Only Chen Hong, who played Diao Chan, was truly stunning. Tang Ziliang remembered her role as Princess Taiping in "Palace of Desire" in 2000—she was voluptuous, elegant, and breathtakingly beautiful.

Tang Ziliang and Su Qin certainly looked like a perfect couple walking through the mall, often attracting attention. The gentleman in his black casual attire, the beautiful woman in her pink trench coat—they were the center of attention wherever they went.

After walking a few more steps, Su Qin noticed Tang Ziliang seemed listless. So she pulled him to a bench near the stairwell. Smiling, she said, "Liangzi, sit for a while, I'll go buy you a drink." Without waiting for Tang Ziliang's reply, she strode downstairs. Tang Ziliang shook his head helplessly; drinks were only sold in the third-floor rest area. It was really inappropriate for a grown man like him to sit and enjoy himself while a petite woman ran up and down to buy him a drink.

"Hey, Liangzi, you're here? We've been looking everywhere for you, what a coincidence!" Tang Ziliang was also surprised to run into Zhao Baogang here. At this moment, two more people came down from Zhao Baogang's two Passat trucks, a man and a woman. The man was about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, dressed in designer casual clothes, his shoes polished to a shine. He was somewhat thin and fairly handsome.

The woman was also wearing sunglasses and had dressed up carefully, wearing a red silk halter-neck dress. She was rather voluptuous, not very tall, about 1.60 meters. She wore black stockings with lace trim; the soft, tight fabric accentuated her full, firm breasts. Her slender waist and long legs, accentuated by high heels, made her appear even more graceful.

"Hello, you must be Liangzi from Baosteel. I'm Deng Jie. Your script is really excellent."

Chapter 89: The Stunning Wang Xifeng - Deng Jie.

"Ms. Deng Jie, could you sign this for me? I really love your portrayal of Wang Xifeng in 'Dream of the Red Chamber.'" Tang Ziliang never expected to meet the thirty-four or thirty-five-year-old Deng Jie here. Her portrayal of Wang Xifeng in the 1987 version of "Dream of the Red Chamber" was stunningly beautiful and fiery, the dream girl of countless mature men.

At least, Tang Ziliang believed that Deng Jie's Wang Xifeng, like Chen Xiaoxu's Lin Daiyu, was an unsurpassable masterpiece.

"Thank you for your praise," Deng Jie handed Tang Ziliang a beautiful autograph. "Guoli and I also love your 'Kangxi's Private Visits,' it's absolutely wonderful."

At this time, Zhang Guoli and Deng Jie had recently married, and the two held hands, looking like a sweet couple. Deng Jie became a household name in China in 1987 with her role as Wang Xifeng, while Zhang Guoli was still an unknown actor. It wasn't

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Deng Jie now looks like a fashionable and charming woman in her late twenties. Tang Ziliang feels that Zhang Guoli and she are a bit mismatched.

The group chatted animatedly on the bench when Tang Ziliang said, "It's an honor to have two such great stars grace us with their presence."

Wang Zijun couldn't help but joke, "Mr. Tang, you're a very busy man these days, holding an official position and writing scripts. It's not easy for us to meet."

"You flatter me. You want to use my script to make a TV series? No problem. Do you have any candidates for the male and female leads?" Wang Zijun asked.

Zhang Guoli replied, "Yes, we do. I'm the male lead, and Deng Jie is the female lead." Indeed, in his previous life, Zhang Guoli and his wife had become very famous with "Kangxi's Private Visits.

" Tang Ziliang said, "Alright, I agree to cooperate with you. As for the remuneration, you can decide, but I have one condition."

"What condition?" Deng Jie couldn't help but ask. "Can I visit your film set anytime?" Tang Ziliang asked with a smile.

Zhang Guoli and Deng Jie nodded readily, saying, "No problem. You're the screenwriter; you're always welcome to come to our film set for guidance." As they chatted, Su Qin returned with drinks. She was also a fan of Deng Jie, and upon seeing her in person, she screamed with joy, begging Deng Jie for an autograph.

Deng Jie smiled and said, "Mr. Tang, is this your girlfriend? She's so beautiful."

Before Tang Ziliang could speak, Su Qin giggled and said, "I'm not so lucky. His girlfriend is my older sister. I even pursued him, but unfortunately, he didn't like me!"

Deng Jie and Zhang Guoli both laughed, thinking that someone as outstanding as Tang Ziliang must have many girls pursuing him, but it was quite amusing that he had attracted the attention of two beautiful sisters. Seeing the younger sister, they knew that the older sister must also be a very beautiful girl.

Tang Ziliang admired Su Qin's quick wit even more. By saying this, even if Su Qin was more enthusiastic towards him, it wouldn't arouse any suspicion from them. Just

as everyone was about to go to eat, Tang Ziliang's subordinate, Shangguan Xiaofang, and her boyfriend happened to walk over. Shangguan Xiaofang was also a fan of Deng Jie, so Deng Jie gave her an autograph as well.

"Hey, isn't this Shangguan Xiaofang?" The young couple were engrossed in their discussion when a sarcastic male voice came from the side. Shangguan Xiaofang turned and frowned. Tang Ziliang looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man and a woman approaching. Both were impeccably dressed. The man was in a suit and tie, his shoes gleaming, his hair parted in a side part, and a delicate brooch pinned to his chest—a very tasteful look for the time. The woman wore a black leather coat and large sunglasses.

Shangguan Xiaofang and Zhou Bin recognized them and stood up to shake hands. Shangguan Xiaofang turned to Tang Ziliang and whispered, "Director Tang, he used to work for us too, his name is Huang Jun." She then introduced Tang Ziliang to Huang Jun.

Huang Jun shook hands with Tang Ziliang with a smile, and then sighed, "What a young division-level cadre! But having ability is one thing, making more money is another. Director Tang, are you interested in going into business with me?"

This was an era of liberating minds and making money in the private sector. Many cadres and employees in enterprises and institutions who had connections and were quick-witted dared to abandon their jobs and go into business, becoming the first to get rich. Huang Jun was undoubtedly one of them. He was probably frustrated in his previous job, so he was deliberately showing off in front of his old colleagues.

Shangguan Xiaofang disliked him intensely, scoffing, "Director Tang is the youngest division-level cadre in the provincial party committee, a future mayor and governor. Why would he care about your little bit of money?"

Huang Jun didn't care, chuckling, "Shangguan Xiaofang, you're so stubborn. If you had accepted my advances back then, how glamorous would your life be now?"

He pointed to the pretty girl beside him, "This is my new girlfriend, Liu Miao. You should have met her."

Liu Miao snorted, "You always had such poor taste?" She took off her sunglasses.

Huang Jun, carried away by his pride, let slip the secret. Seeing Liu Miao's mocking gaze, he was startled. This girl was someone he had worked so hard to win over, a combination of deception and trickery, and now Huang Jun's cash cow. He quickly smiled ingratiatingly, "I was just immature before. Now, you're the only one in my heart."

Shangguan Xiaofang was furious at their blatant gossip, her face turning pale. Just as she was about to explode, she looked closely at Liu Miao and froze, hesitatingly asking, "You...you're the spokesperson for Dabao cosmetics on TV?"

Liu Miao nodded arrogantly, looking down on these people from small northern cities, no matter what kind of department head or section chief they were. Her career was based in the south. In her eyes, Jiangcheng was undoubtedly that kind of rustic small city.

Shangguan Xiaofang, however, became a little reserved and smiled, "I really like your advertisement. I heard you're going to enter the entertainment industry, is that right?" Girls of any era probably all like to read gossip magazines and have an innate sense of envy for TV and movie stars.

Liu Miao grunted, acting indifferent, and turned to Huang Jun, saying, "Aren't you buying an air conditioner? Aren't you leaving?"

Huang Jun, however, said to Shangguan Xiaofang and Zhou Bin, "Let's take a look around together. Aren't you here to buy appliances too?"

Shangguan Xiaofang and her boyfriend Zhou Bin were getting married soon, and they had come to the mall specifically to buy appliances. But while others were buying air conditioners, the young couple couldn't even afford a large TV. Shangguan Xiaofang felt a little embarrassed and said, "Let's not go, we'll just wander around."

Zhou Bin was naturally unhappy. But when he was with Shangguan Xiaofang, he always followed his girlfriend's lead. So he remained silent.

Huang Jun, on the other hand, was smug. Looking at Su Qin's beautiful face, Huang Jun was stunned for a moment, then quickly showed off: "What's your surname, Miss? I'm a friend of Director Tang's. We hit it off immediately, and I was just thinking of buying a gift for him. How about we become friends?"

Su Qin was displeased, but she was always docile in front of Tang Ziliang. She simply turned her head away and ignored Huang Jun.

Huang Jun, feeling slighted by the rebuff, put his arm around Liu Miao's waist and laughed, "Let's go shopping together. Get to know Liu Miao, she's my girlfriend. And you, miss, you're quite pretty. Ever thought about entering the entertainment industry? Liu Miao can help you. Be my sidekick for a few years, and I guarantee you'll become a big star."

Liu Miao, who had been quite smug, suddenly noticed Deng Jie, Zhang Guoli, and Zhao Baogang, who had taken off their sunglasses, chatting and laughing with Tang Ziliang. Being in the entertainment industry herself, she naturally recognized these three big names. She shoved Huang Jun away, saying, "Don't talk nonsense!" Then, cautiously, she said to Zhao Baogang, "You, you're Director Zhao Baogang? Do you remember me?"

Zhao Baogang was taken aback, glancing back at Liu Miao a few times, "Who are you?"

Liu Miao, somewhat nervous, said, "I, I used to be a model at Jiali Model Agency. I had a cameo in 'East Side Sunrise, West Side Rain.' You, you scolded me."

Shangguan Xiaofang, Huang Jun, and Zhou Bin were utterly speechless. No one had expected the usually arrogant Liu Miao to suddenly stammer such a thing. Tang Ziliang looked at Zhao Baogang with amusement, wanting to see what Zhao Baogang's cursing style was like.

Zhao Baogang had cursed many people. He had no impression of her, and said indifferently, "Oh, it's you." He was too lazy to pay attention to her. He turned back to Tang Ziliang and asked, "Big screenwriter, big investor, let's go have dinner together?" He completely ignored Liu Miao, the little actress.

No one was as surprised as Liu Miao. She had witnessed Zhao Baogang's power before. Jiali Model Agency recommended her for a cameo role in Zhao Baogang's TV series. Once, Liu Miao was late. As it happened, Zhao Baogang was furious. Her boss was scolded by Zhao Baogang to the point of almost collapsing to the ground, just wiping his sweat. Liu Miao remembered that scene vividly. In her mind, her boss was a big shot, a prominent figure in the southern entertainment industry. She never expected to be scolded like a dog by director Zhao Baogang. You could imagine how powerful director Zhao Baogang was.

Now, seeing this director, who wields immense influence in the mainland entertainment industry, behaving like a lackey, fawning over a man, left Liu Miao speechless.

Moreover, even the renowned Deng Jie treated Tang Ziliang with great courtesy; she planned to continue her career in the entertainment industry, how could she dare offend so many powerful figures?

Suddenly, Zhao Baogang beckoned to Liu Miao: "Come here." Liu Miao immediately scurried to Zhao Baogang's side. Hearing Zhao Baogang's whispered instructions, Tang Ziliang naturally understood that Zhao Baogang was telling her not to reveal the identities of several celebrities, otherwise, it would cause unnecessary trouble. When

Liu Miao returned, her face was frosty. She said to Huang Jun, "We're breaking up. Don't call me again." Ignoring Huang Jun's reaction, she strode downstairs.

Tang Ziliang shook his head, amused. Zhao Baogang was too ruthless; threatening a minor celebrity was one thing, but forcing her to break up with her boyfriend? Although it was clean and efficient, avoiding the gossipy Huang Jun from digging deeper, this method was rather underhanded.

Little did he know, Zhao Baogang had just told Liu Miao, "As long as you dump Huang Jun, I'll have Zhang Guoli arrange a supporting role for you in his contacts."

Liu Miao, of course, would dump Huang Jun. Thus, she got the role of Xiao Taohong in "Kangxi's Private Visits 1." Yes, in her previous life, she had also played Xiao Taohong.

Huang Jun hurriedly chased after her, and Su Qin said with a charming laugh, "Why aren't you buying appliances? I was waiting for him to buy me four big items as a gift. This man is really untrustworthy; I think he'll lose everything in business sooner or later."

Shangguan Xiaofang and Zhou Bin both laughed, filled with goodwill towards Zhao Baogang, who had helped them vent their anger.

But Tang Ziliang laughed and said, "You guys keep going, I'm going to talk to some big shots about something."

Shangguan Xiaofang and Zhou Bin had no choice but to say goodbye. After walking for a while, they were very curious as to why those three big shots in the entertainment industry were so polite to Tang Ziliang. But one thing was certain: Tang Ziliang was definitely not just an ordinary section-level cadre.

Chapter 090 Raped Zhang Guoli's Wife

On Friday, just as he started work, Li Liguo, the deputy director of the Administrative and Financial Department of the Anti-Corruption Bureau, entered Tang Ziliang's office and said with a smile, "Director Tang, I met with the Personnel Department over the weekend. We decided to give you a one-level raise. Also, since you don't occupy public housing, your rent subsidy will be increased by eighty yuan."

Tang Ziliang was stunned for a moment. A raise? This concept was a bit unfamiliar to him. He immediately realized that his expression was wrong and smiled and said, "Thank you, Director Li. Come, have a seat." Li Liguo sat down with a smile and didn't leave until very late.

Saturday was another hot summer day. Tang Ziliang had nothing to do, so he went swimming at Mulan Lake in the suburbs. As dusk fell, the tourists gradually dispersed. "Someone has fallen into the water! Help!"

"Child! Please save my child!"

Following the heart-wrenching cries for help, they saw a girl of about twelve or thirteen struggling in the deep water about thirty meters away, desperately calling for help. A few meters behind her, people were terrified, their faces ashen, frantically fleeing back to shore, shouting and yelling. A woman in her thirties pleaded desperately, but not a single passerby dared to jump in to rescue her.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law, I'll go save your daughter!" A pretty woman in white rushed into the water and swam towards the scene of the accident. It was clear she was an excellent swimmer; her two fair, delicate arms swung rhythmically in the water, while her legs lapped the surface with the grace and beauty of a fish tail, her movements light, beautiful, and full of rhythm.

Tang Ziliang quickly threw away his cigarette, stripped off his clothes, leaving only his underwear, jumped off the rocks, and sprinted towards the girl, intending to help her to safety.

At this moment, the girl in the water screamed desperately, "Mommy, save me! My leg is cramping..."

Although the girl was panicked, she was still relatively conscious. Realizing she couldn't swim back to shore, she desperately swam towards the two nearby fishing boats, hoping to escape. However, her right leg cramped more and more violently, and even the slightest movement brought excruciating pain. So, just as she was about to reach the boats, she finally stopped, her body spinning in the lake, rising and falling, her situation extremely precarious.

The pretty woman in white swam to her side as fast as she could and quickly tried to pull her body up. The girl seemed to be delirious at this point and couldn't move at all, only clinging tightly to her arm.

The woman in white struggled to pull the girl's body, trying to keep her head above water. Her thoughts were the same as the girl's: fearing she wouldn't have the strength to pull the girl back to shore, she planned to board a nearby fishing boat and return together once the girl recovered. However, as she swam between the two boats, her left leg was unexpectedly entangled by something soft. The more she struggled, the tighter it became. The woman panicked, realizing that a fishing net had been set, and she was trapped, unable to escape.

In this critical moment, Tang Ziliang swam quickly to their side. "It's you! Deng Jie!" The woman in white was indeed Deng Jie. Seeing Tang Ziliang, she cried out, "Be careful of the net! Get the girl ashore first! My leg is tangled in the net!"

Tang Ziliang's heart skipped a beat. Only then did he notice a long buoy floating on the nearby water; without careful observation, one wouldn't know that a large net had been set there.

He knew that getting entangled in a fishing net in the water was extremely dangerous, but Deng Jie's tone left no room for argument, so he had no choice but to pull the little girl back with all his might.

Just as he dragged the girl to the shore, a group of tourists rushed over, and her mother anxiously asked, "Daughter! Are you alright?"

The girl, her lips trembling and turning blue, cried out, "Uncle, please save that kind auntie! It's all my fault!"

Seeing that she was alright, Tang Ziliang quickly picked up a shard of glass from the shore, held it in his hand, and turned to swim back towards the woman in white. By this time, Deng Jie's strength was also gradually waning, but she calmly maintained her balance using one leg and both arms, keeping her body afloat.

Tang Ziliang swam to her side, his heart finally settling down. He took a deep breath and slowly sank into the lake, carefully approaching the fishing net. His left hand gently grasped Deng Jie's rounded ankle, while his right hand used shards of glass to cut the net. Once he successfully removed the net, he swam again, surfacing to see Deng Jie's pale face, exhausted and sinking. Tang Ziliang quickly grabbed her slender waist and swam back with her.

Their bodies were now tightly embraced. Deng Jie's thin dress, soaked in water, clung to her body, revealing her curvaceous figure. Tang Ziliang tried to focus on his swinging arms to banish the distracting thoughts from his mind, but gradually, his arms grew weak, and his center of gravity shifted involuntarily, eventually pressing against Deng Jie's full breasts.

Deng Jie also sensed the awkwardness. She gently bit her lip, twisting her waist in the lake water, trying to struggle, but her whole body was limp and she couldn't muster any strength. In the end, she had no choice but to give up and acquiesce to Tang Ziliang's actions.

Feeling the high, firm breasts beneath his arm, Tang Ziliang's breathing became somewhat unsteady. The inevitable contact and friction between their bodies in the water caused him to lose control, and his penis suddenly became hot and hard.

"I can get hard even in the water. I really am a stud." Tang Ziliang thought to himself, and at the same time, he was almost unable to get an erection. A wave swept them downstream. They

struggled to reach the shore on a rocky beach. Tang Ziliang held Deng Jie and looked at her face. She had swallowed a lot of water and had already passed out. There was no one around, and calling the police or taking her to the hospital was out of the question. Tang Ziliang tried everything and began to perform CPR on Deng Jie.

Tang Ziliang was exhausted, his entire body lying flat on top of Deng Jie. Deng Jie lay on her back, her clear eyes tightly closed. Tang Ziliang immediately felt the ecstasy brought by Deng Jie's high, firm breasts and soft body.

Tang Ziliang began to massage Deng Jie's breasts, his palm covering her left breast, lifting it up and pressing it down. In 1993, Deng Jie was only thirty-four or thirty-five years old, her breasts full, round, and perky, feeling incredibly good to the touch. But Tang Ziliang had no time to think about anything else.

After a few massages, Deng Jie still didn't wake up. Tang Ziliang leaned down and tried to blow air into Deng Jie's mouth, but unfortunately, Deng Jie clenched her teeth, and the air wouldn't go in. Tang Ziliang then stuck his tongue into Deng Jie's mouth, forcing open her teeth, and finally managed to blow air in.

Then Tang Ziliang pressed a few more times, and Deng Jie spat out a few mouthfuls of lake water. Tang Ziliang was also exhausted and collapsed onto Deng Jie with a cry of "Ouch!"

Deng Jie woke up and looked at Tang Ziliang on top of her, both angry and ashamed: "You're deliberately taking advantage of me, aren't you?"

Tang Ziliang thought to himself, "Heaven and earth bear witness." Too lazy to argue, he said, "I really didn't take advantage of you. If you don't believe me, call someone."

Deng Jie shook her head: "No. What would it look like if someone saw us? You should get up first."

Tang Ziliang was helpless. He wanted to get up, but he found that his leg was cramped and he couldn't get up. Once again, he was pressed down on Deng Jie's soft, cotton-candy-like body. Tang Ziliang inevitably had a male physiological reaction, feeling his hot lower body repeatedly touching, sinking, and bouncing away from Deng Jie's incredibly elastic thighs. Tang Ziliang's head was a little throbbing. He was both embarrassed and somewhat enjoying this feeling.

Deng Jie was too ashamed to speak. She could only move her legs to the side to avoid this awkward contact, but the space was too small. Once her legs parted, she couldn't move an inch further. Tang Ziliang suddenly realized that his burning member was being gently squeezed between her thighs. The exquisite sensation of the friction was indescribable.

"You, you stop moving," Deng Jie scolded Tang Ziliang, both embarrassed and annoyed. Her sweaty hands struggled to push Liang Zi away, but her body was weaker than Tang Ziliang's, who was strong and robust; she couldn't budge him.

After being pushed a few times by her soft yet strong hands, Tang Ziliang felt his lower body burning even hotter. He looked at her helplessly, unsure what to say. "I...I really didn't mean to, my leg cramped up."

Deng Jie tried to push Tang Ziliang away, but couldn't. Instead, the heat between her legs grew even stronger, and she dared not move again. She said, embarrassed and annoyed, "You, how could you do this?"

Tang Ziliang said helplessly, "I didn't want to either." Summer clothes were thin, and the two were pressed tightly together. Tang Ziliang was only wearing a pair of briefs, while Deng Jie's clothes were soaked, making it almost as if she wasn't wearing anything. Tang Ziliang felt the incredibly elastic and soft body beneath him, and gradually, the feeling of enjoyment outweighed the helplessness. When he felt Deng Jie struggling to spread her legs, he unconsciously moved his lower body, penetrating even deeper between Deng Jie's legs.

"You, you..." Deng Jie was so angry that she couldn't speak.

Tang Ziliang propped himself up with his arms, but gradually his weight became too much, and his upper body slowly pressed against Deng Jie, gradually pressing down on her high, firm breasts. The intense pleasure made Tang Ziliang's head buzz, and he almost lost control, but his remaining rationality held on. Tang Ziliang bit his lip, forcefully resisting the temptation of the hot, beautiful body beneath him.

"I'm calling for help," Deng Jie finally accepted the reality of possibly being smeared by the media.

She started calling loudly, but after more than a dozen calls, there was no response from outside. Helplessly, she said, "What do we do now?"

Both of them fell silent, but the hot breath between them did not. The soft, white legs enveloping Tang Ziliang completely, until Deng Jie grabbed his lower abdomen hard with both hands, bringing Tang Ziliang back to his senses.

Deng Jie finally regained her strength and pushed Tang Ziliang away. Tang Ziliang was dumbfounded, even forgetting to stand up.

Deng Jie whispered, "Aren't you getting up?" Tang Ziliang finally snapped out of it and quickly got up. Looking at Deng Jie's wet dress, clinging to her chest, waist, legs, and hips, she was truly alluring.

Deng Jie glared at Tang Ziliang and said resentfully, "You still say it wasn't intentional?"

Tang Ziliang could only helplessly await her scolding, but unexpectedly, Deng Jie hesitated for a moment and then instructed, "You, you mustn't go around telling everyone!"

Tang Ziliang was initially taken aback, but then he guessed Deng Jie's intention. He sighed inwardly; being an actress was really tough. If it were an ordinary woman, she might accuse him of indecent assault, but she could only try her best to downplay the matter. Tang Ziliang nodded vigorously, thinking: I'm afraid you'll tell everyone.

Finally, a kind passerby brought Tang Ziliang's clothes. The two of them tacitly covered for each other, managing not to let slip their intimate contact.

"Thank you so much just now. If it weren't for you, I probably would have sunk to the bottom of the lake and become fish food." Deng Jie had calmed down. She wasn't an unreasonable person; she knew Tang Ziliang had just performed CPR on her and was exhausted. She even kindly invited Tang Ziliang to dinner. [Deleted]

Deng Jie changed into a white shirt, a purple skirt, and black velvet pointed-toe high heels. She wasn't wearing stockings, which made her look very sexy and charming.

After dinner, everyone went to sing karaoke. It was the first time Tang Ziliang had heard Deng Jie sing. Tang Ziliang thought it was better to listen to Deng Jie speak. Deng Jie probably knew her place, so the microphone was mostly in Tang Ziliang's hands. Alcohol and soda made them both temporarily forget about their image. It was clear that Deng Jie had a high alcohol tolerance.

Later, Tang Ziliang brought out a bottle of XO, but Deng Jie didn't dare to drink anymore. The constant toasting made Deng Jie almost unable to handle it. Tang Ziliang remembered that he still had to write the manuscript for "A Step into the Past" the next day and originally wanted to leave first, but unexpectedly, Deng Jie followed him out.

"Tang Ziliang, I can't go on anymore, please take me home!" Deng Jie was already unsteady on her feet.

"We were playing too wildly just now." As soon as Deng Jie sat in the front seat, she slumped against the backrest. "Where are you and your husband staying?" Tang Ziliang's phone, worth over 20,000 yuan, was also waterlogged and unusable.

"My head is so dizzy, just take me to the Jiangcheng Hotel." It seemed he had to get Deng Jie there quickly, otherwise she would throw up in Tang Ziliang's car.

There was a section of road under construction, and Tang Ziliang regretted taking this route; Deng Jie seemed very unwell. She was talking nonsense.

Tang Ziliang took Deng Jie to the Jiangcheng Hotel. Zhang Guoli and Zhao Baogang went out. After settling Deng Jie in, Tang Ziliang saw that she had fallen asleep. Deng Jie's posture was indecent, and her skirt wasn't pulled up properly. Tang Ziliang saw Deng Jie's white thighs and his heart skipped a beat. Through the buttons of her shirt, he could vaguely see Deng Jie's white bra. Tang Ziliang was already aroused, his eyes constantly lingering on Deng Jie's body.

"Thirsty! I want water!" After a while, Deng Jie suddenly woke up, and Tang Ziliang knew she was about to vomit.

Tang Ziliang quickly found a spittoon, helped Deng Jie up, and then vomited again; it was clear Deng Jie was in great discomfort. Tang Ziliang took some tissues to wipe Deng Jie's mouth and held her in his arms.

Deng Jie's legs naturally stretched forward and rested on Tang Ziliang's legs. Tang Ziliang had never looked closely at Deng Jie's inner thighs before, which excited him greatly. So Tang Ziliang booked another room and carried Deng Jie into her room.

Tang Ziliang opened the door and helped Deng Jie down: "Deng Jie, rest for a bit."

"Where am I?" Deng Jie regained some consciousness.

Tang Ziliang didn't answer, his right arm around Deng Jie's waist and his left hand on her left shoulder.

As soon as they entered the room, Tang Ziliang couldn't hold back any longer, his hands rushing towards Deng Jie's breasts, kneading them forcefully.

"What are you doing! Oh... Tang Ziliang, no!" Deng Jie struggled continuously, and Tang Ziliang believed that Deng Jie had regained consciousness.

"What else could a man and a woman do after checking into a hotel?" Tang Ziliang leered in Deng Jie's ear.

He threw Deng Jie onto the bed, and she struggled to get away. Tang Ziliang grabbed her ankles, pulled off her high heels, and yanked her legs apart. In an instant, Deng Jie's legs were pressed against Tang Ziliang's thighs, the skin feeling cold and delicate. Deng Jie struggled to support herself with her hands. Tang Ziliang wrapped his left arm around her waist and reached his right hand inside her purple skirt to pull down her panties. Deng Jie instinctively resisted Tang Ziliang's rough actions, shrinking forward. Tang Ziliang loosened his grip on her waist, allowing her to move forward, then grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled hard, pulling them down to her knees. Deng Jie tried to pull away with her left leg, but this caused her last line of defense to crumble. The black lace panties contrasted sharply with Deng Jie's white legs.

Tang Ziliang wasn't in a hurry to rape Deng Jie. Watching her stagger out of bed gave him a sense of pleasure. Deng Jie, intoxicated, wouldn't allow herself to make any large movements. Tang Ziliang wanted to thoroughly ravage and discipline her, to experience the thrill of raping Zhang Guoli's wife for the first time.

Deng Jie slowly crawled to a small round table. Tang Ziliang then took off his shirt and pounced like a cheetah, grabbing her waist from behind and flipping her petite body onto the table like a toy. He spread her legs and positioned himself high above her.

Deng Jie desperately pushed against Tang Ziliang's chest with her hands, panting heavily. This excited Tang Ziliang greatly. He encountered little resistance and unbuttoned his white shirt. Deng Jie's breasts, accentuated by her bra, appeared round and full. Through the bra, Tang Ziliang slowly savored the exquisite feel of her firm breasts.

Deng Jie's once beautifully styled hair was now completely disheveled. Tang Ziliang noticed that Deng Jie's beautiful labia were slightly parted, gleaming with a seductive sheen. Amidst the thick, dark pubic hair, her pink clitoris was erect and proudly displayed before him.

Deng Jie was only thirty-four or thirty-five, had never had children, and her face and figure were remarkably well-preserved.

Seeing Tang Ziliang's wolfish gaze, the beautiful Deng Jie felt a surge of humiliation. Her cheeks flushed red, and she bit her lip tightly with her white teeth. Before she could recover from her shame, Tang Ziliang's fingers had already reached for her vulva, parting her labia to form a V-shape.

Feeling that Deng Jie's tender vulva was already soaking wet, Tang Ziliang unzipped his trousers and underwear, inserting his glans into the tip of her flower. At this moment, Deng Jie stopped struggling, tears streaming down her face as she begged Tang Ziliang not to touch her.

Looking into Deng Jie's eyes, Tang Ziliang felt even more excited. He gently rubbed and teased the area around Deng Jie's dripping wet vulva for a while, until Deng Jie couldn't help but moan.

Tang Ziliang closed his eyes, then tightly embraced Deng Jie's waist and hips, thrusting forcefully, pushing her vulva to its deepest point. Deng Jie trembled from this sudden stimulation.

"Ah...ah...no...it hurts..." Tang Ziliang's continuous, violent thrusts caused Deng Jie to moan incessantly. Deng Jie's legs were wrapped around Tang Ziliang's waist, her rounded calves and fair feet swaying constantly. Her high heels and lace panties lay quietly on the floor.

“Deng Jie, we’ve come this far, what’s there to hold back?” Tang Ziliang stopped, his penis rubbing against the deepest part of Deng Jie’s vagina, staring intently at her. “I’m transferring my script to you and your husband at a super low price. You won’t lose out by me doing this to you. Don’t worry, my script will definitely make you both incredibly famous.”

After a few seconds of silence, Deng Jie resignedly closed her eyes. Tang Ziliang unhooked Deng Jie’s bra, revealing her snow-white, round breasts. The areolas weren’t large, but they were a dark red, indicating that Deng Jie’s husband hadn’t wasted his time. Tang Ziliang played with Deng Jie’s breasts while thrusting harder. The woman’s juices smeared Tang Ziliang’s penis, and the friction between their genitals made a squelching sound.

The huge glans slammed against her cervix, and with each hard thrust, Deng Jie let out a wanton moan, her beautiful brows furrowing. With each insertion, Deng Jie twisted her snow-white buttocks back and forth, her legs clamping Tang Ziliang's waist even tighter.

"Good! That's right." Tang Ziliang couldn't help but admire Deng Jie's intelligence; she was indeed a mature beauty, not one to get stuck on trivialities. He thrust even harder.

Then, Tang Ziliang flipped Deng Jie over like a toy, making her feet touch the ground, face down on the table. He removed her bra, leaving her in only a purple miniskirt. Tang Ziliang lifted Deng Jie's left leg from behind, pulling it across his left leg, which was already pressed against the table, and his hard weapon thrust in and out of her wet vagina again. Deng Jie was a little unsteady, but she naturally adjusted herself with her waist. From this small movement, Tang Ziliang knew that he had met his match tonight; Deng Jie was actually a very skilled and promiscuous woman.

Tang Ziliang hadn't been this wild in a long time. After a while of thrusting, Tang Ziliang carried Deng Jie to the bed. She moved between various positions—core, doggy style, lotus position, etc.—with practiced ease. Tang Ziliang was surprised; this slut's prowess in bed was truly extraordinary. He wondered how many times she'd cuckolded Zhang Guoli.

Deng Jie twisted her waist, occasionally tossing her hair, her breasts bouncing irregularly. Sweat dripped like rain onto Tang Ziliang's chest. Her wantonness made it impossible for Tang Ziliang to reconcile this image with Deng Jie's usual gentle and refined demeanor. Deng Jie pressed her hands against Tang Ziliang's chest. Stimulated, Tang Ziliang moved his hands from her breasts to her slender waist, thrusting upwards again with force.

"Oh...oh...oh..." Deng Jie simply hooked her hands around the back of Tang Ziliang's neck, tilted her face back, and closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation. Tang Ziliang, meanwhile, held Deng Jie's plump buttocks, his penis rapidly moving in and out between her two white, fleshy bottoms. This "old man pushing a cart" move was executed with practiced skill.

Finally, Tang Ziliang couldn't resist Deng Jie's wantonness any longer. He flipped Deng Jie over, lifted her legs, and straddled them on his shoulders, delivering his final, most intense, and deepest thrust.

"Ah...ah...don't ejaculate inside...ah ah ah..." Deng Jie became alert.

"Then open your mouth...ah oh..."

"Ah...no...ah...no..."

"Quick...I'm about to ejaculate...quick..." Tang Ziliang gradually increased his speed, almost losing control.

Helplessly, Deng Jie opened her mouth. In a flash, Tang Ziliang quickly pulled out his penis, grabbed Deng Jie's mouth with his right hand, and had her take his penis in her mouth. Immediately, a stream of hot, milky-white liquid shot out, filling Deng Jie's entire mouth.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." Deng Jie, with Tang Ziliang's semen in her mouth, choked and couldn't speak. Thick white semen dripped from the corners of her mouth. Then Tang Ziliang ejaculated four or five more times before pulling out. Deng Jie wanted to vomit, but Tang Ziliang forcefully shut her mouth until he was sure she had swallowed it all. Only then did Tang Ziliang collapse onto Deng Jie, panting.

The sheets below Deng Jie were soaked, and Tang Ziliang was also surprised that he had ejaculated so much. The purple skirt Deng Jie was still wearing was also stained with a lot of secretions, bearing witness to the frenzy of this intercourse from beginning to end.

After a while, Deng Jie pushed Tang Ziliang away and got up. Tang Ziliang thought the alcohol had almost worn off. Tang Ziliang tried to pull Deng Jie away, but she shook him off.

"Even my husband wouldn't dare ask me to swallow his stuff," Deng Jie glared at Tang Ziliang fiercely.

"That's him wasting his precious resources. Didn't you enjoy it just now?" Tang Ziliang said with a smile, but he regretted it as soon as he said it. He shouldn't have said such a lewd thing.

"Hmph!" Deng Jie ignored Tang Ziliang, stood up, took off her skirt, and turned to go into the bathroom.

Tang Ziliang gathered up the clothes scattered around, and then he also went into the bathroom to shower.

Deng Jie was applying shower gel and didn't seem to mind Tang Ziliang's intrusion. At this point, she had nothing left to be reserved about.

Deng Jie had her back to Tang Ziliang, her hair styled in a bun, revealing her fair nape. Only then did Tang Ziliang realize how beautiful Deng Jie's naked, shapely body was.

After relieving himself, Tang Ziliang slowly approached Deng Jie, a surge of desire rising within him to play with her anus. He suddenly embraced her from behind, grasping her two pinkish-white breasts in each hand and kneading them forcefully.

"Oh! No!" Deng Jie trembled, then tried to free herself with her hands.

Tang Ziliang grabbed Deng Jie's hands, turned her around, and lowered his head to kiss her lips, his tongue forcefully penetrating hers in a passionate kiss. At first, Deng Jie instinctively resisted, but soon she surrendered, her hands quickly wrapping around Tang Ziliang's neck, their tongues intertwining and sticking together.

Tang Ziliang pinned Deng Jie against the wall, their hands roaming over each other's bodies, their mouths never parting. Tang Ziliang knew that from this moment on, Deng Jie's actions constituted not only physical betrayal but also sexual infidelity.

Tang Ziliang's penis withdrew from Deng Jie's anus, her rear opening already swollen, a thick stream of white semen flowing from her anus and splashing into the bathtub.

After the passion subsided, Tang Ziliang and Deng Jie tidied themselves up. Watching Deng Jie put on makeup at the dressing table, Tang Ziliang couldn't help but admire her self-control. He even felt a pang of regret for shouting and screaming during anal sex. Finally, before leaving, Tang Ziliang glanced at Deng Jie, their eyes meeting, causing her to blush. She then got up and left, the two remaining silent the rest of the way. (

Volume 3, Jiangcheng Fame,

Chapter 91: Plagiarism of "Sitting with You")

Deng Jie and Zhang Guoli returned to Beijing to recruit crew members, while Tang Ziliang returned to his regular work. Just after taking a break, Shangguan Xiaofang stood at the door of his office with the documents.

Tang Ziliang asked, "Did you need something?" She was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, a black tight-fitting skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and white high-heeled sandals. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, and a charming smile graced her oval face. At 165 centimeters tall, the not-too-expensive business attire gave her an elegant air, and her slender figure was quite shapely.

Shangguan Xiaofang said, "You haven't seen the case file yet, have you? It was just delivered this morning. It's the case file of Huang Youcai, the deputy director of the Labor Bureau." "Let's take a look. It seems the higher-ups are taking this very seriously."

Tang Ziliang chuckled inwardly. Having a little secretary like this to tip him off wasn't bad. He picked up the file to look at it, but then heard Shangguan Xiaofang chuckle: "This Huang Youcai is really unlucky. Last year, he received three consecutive party warnings from our anti-corruption bureau, and was demoted from director to deputy director. Why doesn't he learn his lesson? Someone also reported that he's incompetent, and laid-off workers are causing trouble at the labor bureau. Someone reported that he took money from unscrupulous bosses."

Tang Ziliang smiled but didn't respond, though he found it amusing. He wondered which powerful figure Director Yuan had offended, that they were relentlessly pursuing him.

After a quick glance at the file, he handed it to Shangguan Xiaofang: "Your section should handle this case. Investigate it thoroughly." He was new and didn't know the situation, so staying out of it was the safest course of action.

Shangguan Xiaofang smiled and agreed. After she left, Tang Ziliang began to look through the other files. In fact, all the important cases sent to the Anti-Corruption Bureau for investigation had instructions from the provincial and municipal leaders; the course of action had already been set. The Anti-Corruption Bureau was merely using the authority of the provincial leaders, but to outsiders, it appeared to wield immense power. Of course, the detailed investigations fell within the Anti-Corruption Bureau's authority, and if used skillfully, it could indeed gain considerable authority.

While flipping through the files, Tang Ziliang came across a document from the Jiangcheng Dongjiang District Anti-Corruption Bureau. It concerned Wang Zhigang, the general manager of Jiangcheng Third Construction Company, who had bribed Zhang Chao, the director of the Jiangcheng Land and Resources Bureau, involving 570,000 yuan. Because Third Construction was a municipal company, the Dongjiang District Anti-Corruption Bureau had reported it to the Municipal Anti-Corruption Bureau. This was a case file from before he arrived, already reviewed by the leadership. Several deputy directors had given instructions, requiring the Municipal Anti-Corruption Bureau to conduct a thorough investigation and take appropriate action.

Third Construction Company... Tang Ziliang had dealt with them before. They had contracted a large portion of the construction work in the new urban area of Dongyang. Tang Ziliang had met the company's boss, Wang Zhigang, a few times; he was a shrewd businessman. In fact, the Third Construction Company had already been privately bought out by Wang Zhigang, though the name hadn't been changed.

Thinking about it, Wang Zhigang seemed like a decent person, and the company had a good reputation. Tang Ziliang was quite satisfied with the cultural square in the new urban area. Logically, he shouldn't have offered bribes; using such improper means would always lead to significant losses, and Wang Zhigang should understand this.

Having said that, business still needed to be done. That afternoon, Tang Ziliang, accompanied by an investigator and several entourage, drove straight to the Third Construction Company. Tang Ziliang's personal visit was also to familiarize himself with the business; he couldn't let himself waste his time working at the Anti-Corruption Bureau, just drinking tea and reading newspapers all day. The

Third Construction Company's headquarters was at the intersection of Jianguo Street and Chongwen Road. Although there hadn't been a phone call, the security guard, upon hearing it was the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection's Anti-Corruption Bureau, quickly let them through and then called the secretary's office to inform the boss.

When Tang Ziliang and his entourage reached the second floor, Wang Zhigang was rushing downstairs. He was a lean, wiry man who, even with a daily diet of delicacies, wouldn't gain weight, making him appear even more shrewd and capable.

Wang Zhigang was startled to see Tang Ziliang, who smiled and extended his hand: "Mr. Wang, we meet again. I'm Tang Ziliang from the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection's Anti-Corruption Bureau."

A flicker of panic immediately crossed Wang Zhigang's small eyes. Being targeted by the Anti-Corruption Bureau was no good. Besides, he had met Tang Ziliang before and knew of his efficient and decisive work style; he was a very shrewd and capable cadre. Wang Zhigang immediately grasped Tang Ziliang's hand tightly, smiling, "Ah, Deputy County Head Tang, you've been promoted! Congratulations! Why didn't you call beforehand to celebrate?" He wasn't very familiar with government ranks, but based on his intuition, Tang Ziliang had probably been promoted.

Tang Ziliang laughed, "It's just a lateral transfer, not a promotion. Besides, you're a very busy person, and I don't want to bother you. Alright, let's not rush to catch up. Let's go into your office and talk. We're here to understand the situation."

Wang Zhigang hurriedly welcomed the inspection team into his office on the third floor. The secretary poured tea for everyone, and only after seeing Tang Ziliang pick up a cup did the inspectors follow suit.

Wang Zhigang began to complain. From what he said, he had been framed by a colleague.

Tang Ziliang frowned and said, "But the investigation results from the Dongjiang District Anti-Corruption Bureau stated that the money was transferred from your account to Zhang Chao's account. How do you explain that?"

Wang Zhigang smiled bitterly, "Isn't that the crux of the matter? I used to have a finance person in my company who always suspected me of having an affair with his wife. He knew my account details. That guy jumped ship to my arch-rival's company, and this time they're going all out to frame me."

Tang Ziliang stared at Wang Zhigang for a while, seeing only composure in his eyes. Tang Ziliang nodded slightly. "You still have the approval documents from the Land and Resources Bureau regarding your company's land plot?"

Wang Zhigang hurriedly replied, "Yes, yes, I'll get them for you right away."

He carefully took out several documents from the safe and handed them to Tang Ziliang. Tang Ziliang glanced at them and nodded. "We'll go back and verify them."

Wang Zhigang hesitated for a moment, looking at the documents. Tang Ziliang smiled and said, "Don't you trust me?"

If it were any other anti-corruption official, Wang Zhigang really wouldn't trust them. He only had these few documents as proof; if they fell into someone else's hands, they could disappear at any time. He'd seen it all before. They could just tell him they were lost, or that they never received them, or even forge some documents, leaving him with no recourse.

But Tang Ziliang was now the head of the Anti-Corruption Bureau. After hesitating for a moment, Wang Zhigang finally nodded. "Director Tang, I'm counting on you."

Tang Ziliang stood up and shook his hand. "Don't worry, I'll investigate thoroughly. You can give Commissioner Liu a detailed statement, and I'll go find Zhang Chao."

Wang Zhigang hurriedly saw Tang Ziliang out. He drove to the Labor Bureau to find Deputy Director Zhang Chao, but found that he wasn't there. Tang Ziliang had just returned to his office when he received a call from Xiao Wang, the secretary to Mayor Li Chaoming. Xiao Wang asked with a smile, "Director Tang, Director Zhang Chao from the Labor Bureau would like to invite you to dinner tonight. How about it? Will you do me the honor?"

Tang Ziliang immediately understood. It was about the Third Construction Company matter. Zhang Chao was probably the one who handled it; they were quick to get information. He had met Zhang Chao when he transferred Qian'er's household registration. He was a straightforward and humorous man who had used his connections to get things done without hesitation. Tang Ziliang actually owed him a favor.

After a slight hesitation, Tang Ziliang said, "Alright, I'll be there on time."

Even through the receiver, Tang Ziliang could feel Xiao Wang's relief; he was probably worried that Tang Ziliang would make a big splash after taking office. Xiao Wang happily replied, "Seven o'clock tonight, Mingzhu Hotel, I'll wait for you at the entrance."

After work, Tang Ziliang called home to tell Xu Yanyun that he wouldn't be coming home for dinner. Before hanging up, he heard Xu Yanyun grumbling, "You drank so much you got a stomach hemorrhage, serves you right for messing around outside all the time." Tang Ziliang was both amused and exasperated; she was increasingly treating him like family. After

packing his documents, Tang Ziliang went to the banquet.

Xiao Wang was already waiting in the spacious and luxurious lobby, but he was only watching the taxi. It wasn't until the waiter in the red uniform opened the car door for Tang Ziliang that he saw him. He hurriedly greeted him with a smile, only to be surprised to see Tang Ziliang hand the waiter a ten-yuan tip.

In the north, most people don't have the habit of tipping, but Mingzhu was one of the top hotels in Jiangcheng, with many merchants coming and going, so the waiters could receive a considerable amount of tips every day.

Xiao Wang shook hands with Tang Ziliang with a broad smile, looking enviously at Tang Ziliang's Santana: "You bought a car?" Ten years from now, someone of Xiao Wang's rank would naturally be able to afford a car; even the annual land acquisition gifts would be enough to buy one. But now, he could only sigh in envy of Tang Ziliang's wealthy family.

Tang Ziliang laughed and said, "Just bought a random car to make do."

Xiao Wang laughed loudly: "Don't be modest with me! Let's go, Director Zhang is waiting upstairs."

In the opulent private room upstairs, several... Pretty waitresses arranged the dishes one by one, striving to make the presentation look exquisite and beautiful. Director Zhang, a man in his early thirties, was energetic and shook hands firmly with Tang Ziliang. He smiled and said, "Director Tang, I've been wanting to chat with you for a long time, but I haven't had the chance. I didn't expect that we'd be so destined to meet, as your first case involves me."

Tang Ziliang liked his straightforward style and smiled, "Those are official matters. No matter how they're handled, they won't affect our personal relationship."

Director Zhang laughed loudly, "Yes, yes, official is official, and private is private. We must keep them separate. Director Tang, please sit down, let's have a chat."

Xiao Wang instructed the waitresses to leave and not to come in to disturb them without being summoned. The waitresses who were about to pour drinks left reluctantly. They loved meeting young customers here because those who came were all wealthy and influential. Maybe they could even snag a rich husband.

Director Zhang didn't bother with drinking to lighten the mood. After the waiter left, he said directly, "Director Tang, to be honest, Xiao Wang is my brother-in-law. But I have no choice. The city has been undergoing major reforms these past few years, and I have no choice. Even so, many laid-off state-owned enterprise workers are still causing trouble for me every day. I really didn't take any bribes. 570,000 yuan! If I had taken that money, may I be struck by lightning!"

Tang Ziliang frowned. "Director Zhang, I'm being blunt, don't take it to heart. I think you might have been framed."

Director Zhang looked at Tang Ziliang in surprise, then said loudly, "You're right. That's what I thought too, but I really don't know who's behind this."

Tang Ziliang silently sipped his tea. To be honest, industrial reform was just beginning, and Chu Bei Province was lagging behind the rest of the country. It was all

talk and no action. Facing tens of thousands of laid-off workers, the Labor Bureau was certainly under pressure. Although Tang Ziliang sighed inwardly, he didn't have any good ideas on who was behind Director Zhang's downfall. He had just taken over the job and could only learn through trial and error. But

his conversation with Director Zhang reminded him of a plan to address employment pressure ten years from now, which might alleviate the Labor Bureau's burden of job placement.

After taking a sip of tea, Tang Ziliang said, "Director Zhang, you could organize more job training programs and offer small loans to encourage entrepreneurship. I believe Secretary Wang of the Municipal Party Committee and Mayor Zhang will support you."

Director Zhang nodded slightly, "Small loans are indeed a good idea, but I'm worried the employees might not repay them."

Tang Ziliang smiled, "We need to cooperate with the banks on this and improve credit supervision."

Director Zhang nodded slightly, roughly understanding Tang Ziliang's opinion, and said, "Alright, I'll handle this. If it succeeds, Director Tang will have accomplished a great deed."

Leaving the private room, Tang Ziliang suddenly heard someone singing on the stage on the first floor. He felt the person and voice were familiar, and upon closer inspection, oh my! Wasn't that Lao Lang?

The future superstar who would become a huge star with his hit song "My Deskmate," how come he's in such a sorry state now? He's actually a street performer?

Tang Ziliang was unaware that in this timeline, "My Deskmate" had not yet been written by Gao Xiaosong in 1993, and even "My Brother Who Sleeps in the Upper Bunk" had not been released. Therefore, Lao Lang, who had just graduated this year, was still an unknown figure in the music scene, struggling and working as a wandering singer.

"Should I write 'My Deskmate' and steal Lao Lang's thunder, making a fortune in the music industry?"

Tang Ziliang had never considered making money in the music industry before, but after meeting Lao Lang tonight, the idea suddenly popped into his head.

After all, releasing records is much more lucrative than writing novels or screenplays. Moreover, Tang Ziliang's singing voice has improved recently, and "My Deskmate" has a beautiful and gentle melody, with relatively easy singing techniques.

Chapter 092: Picked by Na Ying.

Lao Lang sang Luo Dayou's "Childhood." If Tang Ziliang remembered correctly, 1993-1998 were the years when campus folk songs were at their peak. So he made up his mind to plagiarize "My Deskmate" and make a fortune in the music industry!

"Director Zhang, my throat is itching. I'd like to sing a song. Give me some applause."

Just as Lao Lang and his band walked out of the arena, the emcee's voice rang out: "Please welcome amateur singer Tang Ziliang to sing his original song 'My Deskmate'!" "

Original songs?" The audience immediately lost interest and started chatting and eating sunflower seeds. Two other singers who had tried to perform original songs earlier had been booed off stage before they even finished, their performances sounding more like beggars hawking their wares.

Tang Ziliang didn't bring his acoustic guitar; instead, he went up empty-handed to the band and pulled out a sheet of music: "Thank you all."

The band leader, a man in his twenties, took the sheet music with a dismissive air, glanced at it, then nodded solemnly.

"Could I borrow your guitar?" Tang Ziliang asked with a smile as he approached the guitarist.

The guitarist reluctantly handed over his prized possession, instructing him, "Be careful, don't break it." "

Back then, there were very few rock musicians in mainland China; it was the folk era, mostly just people singing a cappella with an acoustic guitar. But influenced by foreign music, pop music had begun to take off. A few years later, countless musicians whose creativity had been stifled by folk music struggled to break free and gradually entered another extreme. If a singer didn't roll or dance while singing, the audience wouldn't buy it."

After tuning his instrument, Tang Ziliang, guitar in hand, waited for the band to familiarize themselves with the melody.

During this delay, more and more people in the audience started eating sunflower seeds. Director Zhang and Secretary Wang, on the other hand, were quite interested in seeing Tang Ziliang perform, wondering what kind of original song he could come up with.

The band gave an "OK" sign, and Tang Ziliang nodded and smiled back, his hands on the strings, ready.

A strange yet beautiful melody began, attracting the attention of many. The same thought popped into their minds: perhaps this song would be good!

Tang Ziliang's legs swayed slightly to the beat, until the intro was almost over, when he suddenly quieted down and began to sing the lyrics:

"Will you remember tomorrow what you wrote in your diary yesterday? Will you still think of the you who used to cry the most? The teachers can't remember you, can't guess the questions. I only remembered you, my deskmate, when I happened to flip through photos."

The refreshing style, beautiful melody, and deep, touching voice immediately focused everyone's attention on the same person. On stage, Tang Ziliang strummed the strings, his eyes slightly closed, singing softly, seemingly completely immersed in his own song.

"Who married the sentimental you, who read your diary? Who tied up your long hair, who made your wedding dress? Music!"

As he sang, Tang Ziliang opened his eyes and became very passionate. The audience below the stage listened intently. Applause quickly followed.

"You used to be very careful, asking me to borrow half an eraser. You also mentioned unintentionally that you liked being with me. Back then, the sky was always so blue, the days always seemed to pass too slowly, and you always said graduation was a long way off." As the song

reached its climax, Tang Ziliang stirred up the entire atmosphere. In his previous life, his voice was inherently limited, and his singing ability was always below average. But in this life, he inherited his deceased brother's body, and his voice was quite good.

The lights shone on Tang Ziliang, making him even more handsome in the eyes of the audience. As he sang, he raised his hands high and gently stomped on the floor. At first, the audience didn't understand the meaning of this gesture, but some people who understood music saw that he was keeping time with the beat and stood up and stomped on the floor as well.

"In the blink of an eye, we'll all go our separate ways. Who will meet you, so sentimental? Who will comfort you when you cry? Who will read the letter I wrote to you? Who will throw it away in the wind?"

"The days of the past are gone, and I will have my own wife. I will show her photos and tell her about you, my classmate. Who will marry you, so sentimental? Who will comfort you when you cry? Who will tie up your long hair? Who will make your wedding dress?" "

The beautiful melody and touching lyrics, repeated again and again, quickly captivated everyone. The entire audience sang along softly to the rhythm, their mouths involuntarily moving to the beat.

Old Wolf clenched his fists excitedly, unconsciously humming along, thinking: This is the music I've been pursuing! This is the music I've been chasing! I've found my target!

Several rather sentimental female guests wiped away their tears, choking back sobs, 'It's so beautiful! It reminds me of high school and university.'

At this moment, many beautiful women and charming ladies gazed at the man on stage, lost in his own world, singing with such passion. Tang Ziliang's talent was dazzling; how did he write such a beautiful song?

In this era of popular campus folk songs, the melody and lyrics of 'My Deskmate' perfectly captured the spirit of the times, eliminating any generational barriers to its appreciation. Yet, this song achieved a breakthrough in this era—a breakthrough in both style and performance—directly igniting the intense emotions within people."

Tang Ziliang pressed his hand against the vibrating strings, closed his eyes, and absorbed the atmosphere. It took him a while to calm down from his intense emotions. He bowed to the audience and the accompanying band before returning the guitar.

The four band members spontaneously gave Tang Ziliang a thumbs-up, and the band leader even handed him a piece of paper, making a phone call gesture, indicating he wanted to talk to him privately.

As soon as Tang Ziliang left the stage, countless people surrounded him, chattering incessantly with questions. It was only after the hotel manager came over to warn them that order was finally restored.

"Director Tang, I didn't expect you to sing so well. I think you're even better than those professional singers. Your rendition of 'My Deskmate' might become a hit."

Tang Ziliang smiled. Secretary Wang was clearly trying to flatter him, and Tang Ziliang knew his own abilities.

At this moment, Lao Lang walked over, and the two shook hands. "Hello, my name is Lao Lang, I'm a street singer. Your song is fantastic, and you sang it very well. Are you a singer too?"

"Thank you." "My name is Tang Ziliang. I'm a lowly clerk in a government office. Singing is just a hobby." "Tang Ziliang's trying to fool me again.

" "That's a shame." Old Wolf hesitated for a moment, stammering, "Mr. Tang, I...I want to become your apprentice!" Tang Ziliang was stunned.

The future famous singer Old Wolf actually wanted to become his apprentice? Did I hear that right? Brother Old Wolf, this song, 'My Deskmate,' is plagiarized from your hit song!

"No way!" Tang Ziliang waved his hands repeatedly, "Your singing is better than mine. I'm not qualified to teach you. I'm just an amateur."

Old Wolf quickly explained, "I'm not learning to sing from you; I want to learn composition and lyrics."

"That's even more unacceptable!" Tang Ziliang was very self-aware. In his previous life, he was a senior executive of a large corporation. He was confident he could take on apprentices in business, but when it came to composing, he only had a few dozen classic songs in his head. If he showed off all of them

, he'd be exposed. However, seeing Lao Lang's dejected expression, Tang Ziliang added, "Let's discuss it together. I don't know much about it either. I'm an amateur."

Lao Lang's hope was rekindled, his joy overflowing. But the thought that Tang Ziliang, an amateur, could write such a great song, even better than him, a professional musician, made Lao Lang incredibly jealous.

After parting ways with Lao Lang, Lao Lang contacted the band and got the album and lyrics. Then he called a car and went to find his good friend Gao Xiaosong.

"Lao Gao, Na Ying, come quickly and take a look, what do you think of this song?" "Old Gao and Na Ying are both in Jiangcheng right now. Jiangcheng TV is about to hold the first Central China regional finals of the Campus Folk Song Grand Prix, and Gao Xiaosong and Na Ying are both special guest judges.

" "What great song is it that makes you, Old Wolf, so excited?" A beautiful, tall woman walked over. She wore a black silk dress that reached her knees, revealing smooth, rounded calves, stockings, and high heels. With each step, her slender waist seemed about to snap, making Old Wolf's heart race.

This woman was none other than Na Ying, who would become the most powerful female pop diva in China within the next few years. Na

Ying was already somewhat famous in the domestic music scene, having just won a major award this year. However, her current fame was not yet comparable to Song Zuying or Yang Yuying.

"Sister Na, Xiaosong, why don't you take a look at this song first?" Old Wolf presented the sheet music written by Tang Ziliang to the two men as if it were a treasure.

They glanced at it quickly, their faces filled with astonishment. "This song is amazing! Did you write it?" Gao Xiaosong exclaimed, asking Old Wolf.

"It's absolutely fantastic! Old Wolf, when did you become so amazing? Sing it for us!" "Na Ying is a music fanatic, and the most skilled Chinese singer after Teresa Teng. Just think about how many classic songs she released later, and you'll know how amazing her singing is.

Even Faye Wong's singing style isn't as versatile as Na Ying's.

And Gao Xiaosong is no ordinary person either. He's the lyricist and composer of 'My Deskmate,' a master's graduate in directing from the Beijing Film Academy, a renowned composer who has made famous singers like Lao Lang, Na Ying, Liu Huan, Xiao Ke, Huang Lei, Pu Shu, Zero Point Band, Li Yuchun, Lin Yilun, and Huang Qishan famous, writing songs specifically for these big stars.

Lao Lang sang it once, and Gao Xiaosong and Na Ying listened, completely captivated. 'Lao Lang, the feeling of your song is absolutely fantastic! You're the undisputed champion of this year's Campus Folk Song Competition!' Na Ying excitedly patted Lao Lang's shoulder. Her pair of high, white breasts trembled slightly.

'That's right. But I suggest you sing this song after you enter the national finals; that way, your chances of winning will be even greater.'" "Gao Xiaosong is right, good steel should be used where it counts!

" "I didn't write the lyrics or compose the music for this song." Old Wolf really hoped he was the author, but he was a musician with integrity, not a plagiarist.

"What! You didn't write this song?" Gao Xiaosong and Na Ying were shocked again.

"Who is this genius who could write such a great original song?" Gao Xiaosong was always very confident in his composing talent, but he never expected there were always people more talented than him.

"An amateur singer." Old Wolf was still a little jealous of Tang Ziliang. "He's a low-level clerk in the Jiangcheng government."

"Are you kidding me!" Gao Xiaosong exclaimed dramatically, "An amateur singer with such high musical talent, and he's content to just coast along in the government office?"

"I'd really like to meet this amateur composing master." Na Ying, impressed by Tang Ziliang's talent, asked Old Wolf with interest, "Do you have his phone number?"

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