[Urban] A Romantic Transformation (Complete) - 22

Chapter 108 The Hidden Rules of Song Zuying [Part 1]

With a knock on the door, Shangguan Xiaofang walked in with a smile, waving a stack of colorful tickets in her hand. She said, "Director Tang, these are tickets to Song Zuying's cultural performance, one for each person. I just got them from the Logistics Support Section of the Finance Department."

Song Zuying was a very famous folk singer at the time, even more famous in later generations. It's said that she became Jiang Zemin's mistress in 1996. The cultural performance was actually a concert, but at that time, few singers in China held concerts, and the procedures were quite complicated. Moreover, by coordinating with the cultural department, holding a concert under the guise of a New Year's cultural performance would greatly reduce various costs.

Shangguan Xiaofang sighed, "It's a pity there's only one ticket per person. I wanted to go see her with Xiao Cai; I really like Song Zuying."

"You can have mine," Tang Ziliang waved his hand indifferently; he had no interest in going to the concert.

"Really, thank you, Director Tang." Shangguan Xiaofang happily hugged Tang Ziliang and kissed him several times, showing Song Zuying's high regard for her.

Not long after Shangguan Xiaofang left, Guo Tao, the deputy director of the General Affairs Office, came in with a stack of forms. He said the office was preparing an article for the inspection team's trip to the countryside before the New Year. He was there to collect information and get a better understanding of the situation.

Guo Tao sat down on the sofa and immediately noticed the document in Tang Ziliang's hand. He smiled and said, "Director Tang, congratulations."

"Congratulations on what?" Tang Ziliang smiled and got up to make tea for Guo Tao.

In officialdom, the key is to appear knowledgeable while pretending to know nothing, to be inscrutable. While this might be less true at the bureaucratic level, it's still a common practice. Therefore, Guo Tao assumed Tang Ziliang had a good idea of what was going on. Besides, how could Tang Ziliang not know this information?

So Guo Tao laughed and said, "Don't play dumb with me. The central government has issued documents reforming party and government institutions and strengthening supervision. Several provinces have already upgraded their inspection offices to deputy-department level. I heard our provincial party committee standing committee is discussing this issue too. I think you're almost certainly going to get that deputy-department level."

Tang Ziliang smiled and said, "There's no smoke without fire. Let's not talk about that."

Guo Tao admired Tang Ziliang's composure. Although he wasn't very old, his experience in local government made a difference. Thinking about those around his age in the government offices, weren't they all quite childish? Even the few division-level cadres under thirty were all quite dazzling young officials. None of them seemed as composed as him.

After Guo Tao left, Tang Ziliang pondered for a moment, then smiled. He'd let things take their course. He'd only been a division-level official for a little over a year, and he was still young. Further promotion would be too conspicuous. He just hadn't expected this opportunity. If the Supervision Office were upgraded, his own position would naturally rise accordingly. But there was no need to rush; it wasn't worth the effort to climb the ranks for something like this.

He flipped through a few documents when the phone rang again.

"Director Tang, it's Peng Guohua."

Tang Ziliang smiled wryly. Why was this guy still bothering him?

"I reserved ten tickets for you in the VIP section of Song Zuying's cultural performance."

Tang Ziliang quickly declined, "The government already issues tickets, and I don't really like watching these kinds of shows. If they've already been given to others, I won't take them."

Peng Guohua laughed and said, "If you don't like them, you can give them to someone else. I've already had the tickets delivered. Okay, okay, I won't say anymore. You're busy, you're busy." He then hung up.

Tang Ziliang scratched his head, but he didn't want to be cold to the man; he meant well. Sure enough, a young man came to deliver tickets before he left work, and Tang Ziliang had no choice but to accept them, putting them in his bag. He figured he could give them to Xu Yanyun to distribute to the neighbors if needed.

That evening, when he got home, Xiaoqian was kneeling by the coffee table after dinner, working on her homework. Xu Yanyun muttered, "Do elementary school students have so much homework these days? Or is Xiaoqian just too stupid?

She stays up all night every day and still can't finish?" Tang Ziliang thought to himself, "When did she ever stay up all night to do homework? She's just making excuses to stay in my bed." He walked over to Xiaoqian and flicked her forehead, "Little brat, if you don't study hard, you'll amount to nothing."

Xiaoqian's grades were terrible; she was third from the bottom in her class in the final exams. Tang Ziliang really wondered how she got into university back then, but seeing her growing up healthy made him happy, and he didn't care much about her studies. It's only in middle school that you can really see a person's true learning ability.

Xiaoqian scratched her head with a pained expression, ignoring Tang Ziliang. She frowned and vigorously erased her writing paper with an eraser, probably having made another mistake.

Tang Ziliang chuckled, but Xu Yanyun was very worried. After all, Tang Ziliang couldn't always take care of her and Xiaoqian. What if Xiaoqian didn't get into university?

"Tang Ziliang, do you think Xiaoqian isn't cut out for studying?" Xu Yanyun asked cautiously.

Tang Ziliang grunted and went back to his room to watch a video, so as not to disturb Xiaoqian's studies. After the New Year, Tang Ziliang bought a small color TV and moved a VCR into his bedroom.

Seeing Tang Ziliang's indifferent attitude, Xu Yanyun gritted her teeth in anger.

She enrolled in a short-term MBA training course at South China University of Technology in the provincial capital. Tang Ziliang, a former graduate of South China University of Technology, sat in his usual corner. He had just turned a few pages when he heard footsteps; someone sat down next to him. Tang Ziliang turned his head to look. It was the chubby boy who loved martial arts novels. As usual, he nodded to Tang Ziliang and then began engrossed in reading Wen Ruian's *A Stunning Shot*.

Tang Ziliang turned back to his book. A moment later, he heard the reading room door slam shut, followed by a flurry of footsteps. Tang Ziliang frowned and turned to look. The glass door of the reading room spun rapidly, and three or four students dressed more like gangsters entered. Leading them was Zhao Ming, Qiao Yu's friend and the Donggong University student who had helped Tang Ziliang get his library card. Qiao Yu had mentioned his background: the only son of the Wuhan Public Security Bureau chief.

Most of the students who had initially looked up with disgust lowered their heads; it was clear Zhao Ming had a notorious reputation. He was also quite famous at Donggong University; many students knew him.

Zhao Ming scanned the reading room, his eyes landing on the chubby boy engrossed in a martial arts novel. He strode over, put his hand on the boy's shoulder, and saw Tang Ziliang sitting next to him. "Brother Tang's here too?" he said with a smile. He knew Tang Ziliang was Qiao Yu's friend, so he was quite polite to him.

Tang Ziliang nodded slightly and continued reading his book.

Zhao Ming grabbed the chubby boy's shoulder and whispered, "Come out, I have something to tell you!"

The chubby boy didn't seem to recognize him and asked, confused, "Who are you?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Zhao Ming grabbed him by the collar and dragged him outside. The reading room teacher on duty had his head almost buried in his magazine. Tang Ziliang shook his head slightly, thinking that the atmosphere in universities wouldn't change until a few years later, but it seemed like this was already happening in '93. He figured that even university entrance exams now required gifts.

Tang Ziliang didn't care; although they were university students, in Tang Ziliang's eyes they were still children.

At nine o'clock, Tang Ziliang returned his books and left the library. As he walked down the steps, he suddenly heard a soft sob beside him. Turning around, he saw, in the dim light from the library, a chubby boy crying with his head in his hands on the steps of the Evergreen Flower Shop in front of the library.

Tang Ziliang found it amusing. After thinking for a moment, he went over and saw the chubby boy with a bruised and swollen face. Hearing his footsteps, the boy didn't even look up, busy wiping away his tears.

"Hey, what are you crying about? How old are you?" Tang Ziliang walked over and sat on the steps, looking at the chubby boy, remembering his own youthful college days—distant yet warm.

The chubby boy smiled sheepishly when he saw him, wiping away his tears.

Tang Ziliang laughed, "Did it hurt? A real man should bleed but not cry."

"I was wronged by my tickets. I queued all night to buy a few tickets. I was going to see Song Zuying with my girlfriend, and they snatched them away! I'm so angry!" The chubby boy gritted his teeth. "The son of the police chief, huh? I bet his dad will arrest him himself someday."

Tang Ziliang patted his shoulder, thinking to himself that there was no need to be so bitter and resentful, and to curse him more viciously.

After thinking for a moment, he opened his handbag, rummaged around inside for a while, and pulled out a few tickets, handing them to the chubby boy, saying, "Never mind, I'll compensate you for them."

Back then, concert tickets weren't like the deluxe commemorative cards printed a few years later; VIP tickets were only different in color from regular tickets. The chubby boy muttered, "What?" and took them casually. In the dim light, the chubby boy's mouth suddenly opened wide, as if he had seen a ghost, and he exclaimed, "Third row?" Still relying on both hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male masturbator anime virgin physical famous instrument highly realistic genital shape! Swallowing and spitting, irresistible! Click to enter

Tang Ziliang smiled and said, "A friend gave them to me, and I don't like watching them, so I'll give them to you."

The chubby boy was stunned for a long time. Suddenly, the boy hugged Tang Ziliang and kissed him on the face. Tang Ziliang quickly pushed him away, a little angry, and wanted to scold him, but then he found it funny. He hadn't had any experience interacting with people his own age in a long time, and he was suddenly feeling a bit out of sorts.

The chubby boy didn't notice the displeasure on Tang Ziliang's face. He was laughing and waving his arms, kissing the tickets loudly, shouting, "Dude, you're a real buddy, I love you to death!"

Seeing his crazy antics, Tang Ziliang shook his head and stood up to leave. The chubby boy grabbed his sleeve: "Dude, thanks! What's your department? What's your name?"

"Economics and Management. Tang Ziliang," Tang Ziliang casually made up an identity.

The chubby boy said, "My name is Song Ruiguo. I'm a civil engineering major in the architecture department."

Tang Ziliang nodded and said, "I have to go now, let's talk another day."

The chubby boy jumped up from the steps and leaned closer to Tang Ziliang, saying mysteriously, "Let's go to a concert together this weekend. Zhang Wenfang's dorm is famous for its beautiful girls. Since you're so nice, I'll try to set you up?" Tang Ziliang was a little confused and said, "Zhang Wenfang is my girlfriend. Dorm 208 in Building 3, haven't you heard of it? It's a famous dorm for beautiful girls in our school!"

Tang Ziliang shook his head slightly, and the chubby boy looked at him with a look of pity, as if he had seen an extinct dinosaur.

"Anyway, you have to come. Do you still have tickets?"

Tang Ziliang couldn't stand his nagging anymore. He nodded perfunctorily, and the chubby boy finally let him go. Tang Ziliang took a few steps when he heard the chubby boy shout, "Dude, I love you!" The sound tore through the dark night sky. The window of the library reading room was suddenly pushed open, and the librarian shouted, "What are you yelling about? Get up here!"

Tang Ziliang chuckled and walked out of the campus on his own.

In the parking lot near the school gate, Tang Ziliang opened his car door, ready to get in, when he saw Zhao Ming and a few others walking out of the school gate with their heads held high. Tang Ziliang called out to him, "Zhao Ming, come here.

" The streetlights beside the school gate were bright. Zhao Ming saw that it was Tang Ziliang, greeted the people around him, and jogged over. When he got closer, he asked, "Brother Tang, what's wrong? Did someone at school mess with you? Is it those guys from the Hebei-sponsored training program?"

Not many college students like to fight, but there was a group of students from a Hebei-sponsored training program at Donggong University. Because they were sponsored by their employer, they weren't afraid of being punished with demerits or expulsion, so they loved to fight in gangs. They once knocked down a student in the sixth canteen, which sold stir-fries, and smashed a whole case of beer bottles. Most students at Donggong University didn't dare to mess with them.

Tang Ziliang smiled wryly and patted Zhao Ming's shoulder: "Don't just think about fighting all day long. It's not good for your dad."

Zhao Ming frowned. Although Tang Ziliang was Qiao Yu's friend, speaking to him in an elder's tone still made Zhao Ming uncomfortable.

Tang Ziliang knew he had been speaking too frankly with someone he didn't know well, so he stopped talking and said with a smile, "It's nothing, I'll be going now."

Zhao Ming hesitated for a moment and said, "Brother Tang, I didn't hit that fat kid to bully him, you don't know what's going on."

Tang Ziliang thought to himself, obviously, the guy doesn't know you, what could possibly be going on? But he didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he just grunted and opened the car door to get in.

Zhao Ming cursed under his breath, "Damn it."

Tang Ziliang stopped and turned to look at him.

Zhao Ming said somewhat angrily, "Brother Tang, the fat kid's girlfriend is Xiaoman's roommate. That girl is the worst kind of slut, always thinking about introducing boyfriends to that bitch Xiaoman. That fat guy surnamed Zhang bought four or five tickets, who knows what they're up to?"

"Xiaoman?" Tang Ziliang asked, somewhat puzzled.

“Lin Siman, Qiao Yu’s ex-girlfriend!”

Tang Ziliang frowned. Logically, a playboy like Qiao Yu should have had many girlfriends, but judging from Zhao Ming’s tone, this ex-girlfriend seemed a bit unusual.

Tang Ziliang, who happened to want to know more about Qiao Yu, said, “Come on, let’s talk in the car, it’s a bit cold outside.”

Zhao Ming nodded, turned around and told his friends to go ahead, then got into Tang Ziliang’s car. Tang Ziliang started the car, turned on the heater, and pulled a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from the glove compartment, tossing it to Zhao Ming: “Here, have a smoke.”

Zhao Ming caught it, speechless. Qiao Yu’s friends were really something else; so young, yet so generous. Even his own father wasn’t this generous.

“Brother, did you buy this car yourself?” Zhao Ming asked Tang Ziliang while unpacking his cigarettes. Given his family’s wealth, he was surprised, but he wouldn’t treat a pack of Zhonghua like a precious treasure.

Tang Ziliang said, "Yes, I bought a used car." Then he asked, "Tell me about Qiao Yu's ex-girlfriend. I really don't know anything about her."

Zhao Ming hesitated. Tang Ziliang said, "You know what Qiao Yu's current situation is. I haven't known him for long, and he doesn't tell me anything about his past."

Zhao Ming nodded, "That's true. If it weren't for this blow, how could Qiao Yu have become like this?"

Tang Ziliang thought to himself, "For a woman, it can't be that bad, right?

" Zhao Ming continued, "Qiao Yu used to be a student too. Back then, Qiao Yu was a senior, and Xiao Man was a freshman. To be honest, Xiao Man's family wasn't well-off; she came from the countryside. She was pretty, but she wasn't good enough for Qiao Yu. Yet, Qiao Yu fell for her. Damn it, that bitch Xiao Man was quite nice at first, and she quickly became friends with Qiao Yu. She was also very good to him. Who knew that then some rich second-generation from Zhujiang Real Estate would appear? Damn it, he got that bitch into bed in just a few days. After that, Qiao Yu became a different person. He started drinking heavily." "She skipped school, got drunk, and cursed at the professor, so she got expelled."

Zhao Ming sighed as he spoke, "That was three years ago, and that slut is a senior now. If Qiao Yu hadn't told me not to touch her, I would have had her gang raped long ago, damn it. Want a new boyfriend? No way!"

He added angrily, "That kid from Zhujiang shouldn't be so arrogant either. I'll take care of him sooner or later. With a little money, he'll do anything. Qiao Yu even considers him a friend!"

Tang Ziliang frowned, remembering the desolation in Qiao Yu's eyes, and couldn't help but sigh. He asked, "Was that young master from Zhujiang Real Estate a friend of Qiao Yu before?"

Zhao Ming nodded and said, "That kid's father is said to have hundreds of millions of Hong Kong dollars in assets. The Vienna Hotel is an investment of his family."

Tang Ziliang nodded slightly, "A Hong Kong businessman." The Vienna Hotel is currently the only five-star hotel in the provincial capital. The Vienna Western Restaurant is on the first floor of the hotel, and Tang Ziliang had promised to take Xu Yanyun there for a bit of luxury.

Zhao Ming said angrily, "If it weren't for the Hong Kong businessman, I would have smashed that Western restaurant long ago. Now that bastard is running it."

Tang Ziliang nodded slightly, remained silent for a while, and said, "Anyway, it's all in the past. Don't keep bothering Xiaoman, or Qiao Yu will be unhappy."

Zhao Ming said resentfully, "I know Qiao Yu still likes her, that's what's really infuriating." Tang Ziliang, who didn't seem so clever, smiled and asked, "Why didn't that kid from Zhujiang Real Estate develop a relationship with Xiaoman?"

Zhao Ming lit a cigarette and handed it to Tang Ziliang. Tang Ziliang waved his hand, but Zhao Ming put the cigarette in his mouth, took a deep drag, and gritted his teeth, saying, "That Liu Tianbao is a fucking bastard. He cried and apologized to Qiao Yu back then, saying that Xiaoman seduced him and promised Qiao Yu that he would treat Xiaoman well in the future. Who knew that in less than a year, he had a new girlfriend and even explained to Qiao Yu that it was because of family pressure. Damn it, I think he's just had his fun!"

Tang Ziliang blushed when he heard this. If he really gave up on Zhang Lan and the other women, would he also be gossiped about like this?

Tang Ziliang thought for a moment and asked, "How did Xiaoman suddenly get together with Liu Tianbao? Liu Tianbao's family is rich, and Qiao Yu's family isn't bad either!"

Zhao Ming said, "Who knows? Maybe it's because Xiaoman is too naive. She went to Hong Kong with Qiao Yu, and Liu Tianbao was the host. I think Xiaoman was just blinded by that nouveau riche's ostentation. Qiao Yu got drunk one night, and this whole thing happened."

Tang Ziliang sighed softly, beginning to picture Liu Tianbao in his mind. A playboy? Doesn't seem like it. Otherwise, his family wouldn't have entrusted him with managing the Western restaurant, and he managed it so well, with a good reputation. If he's not a playboy, how could he be so foolish as to ruin the friendship he'd painstakingly built with the provincial party secretary's son for a woman?

It seems this matter needs to be asked of Qiao Yu. No matter what, he needs to untangle Qiao Yu's knot in his heart. Tang Ziliang silently pondered as

he returned home that evening. He hadn't originally intended to go to Song Zuying's cultural performance, but Xiaoqian had been pestering him to take her out on the weekend. Driving around the streets with Xiaoqian in tow, they couldn't find anything particularly appealing. Seeing Xiaoqian listlessly yawning in the passenger seat, Tang Ziliang patted her head and said, "Xiaoqian, let's go to the concert, it's lively there." Xiaoqian clapped her hands in agreement.

The Provincial Workers' Stadium, built in the early 1980s, could hold 12,000 people and had hosted events like table tennis and basketball at the City Games, making it the largest stadium in the northeastern provinces at the time.

They parked the car in front of the stadium, picked up Xiaoqian, and got out. The performance was about to start in a few minutes. The entrance to the stadium was no longer the frantic crowd of moments before; a sparse flow of people slowly entered.

Before Tang Ziliang could even step onto the stairs, he heard someone shout from above, "Tang Ziliang, hurry up, it's about to start!" He looked up. The chubby boy Song Ruiguo and three or four girls were standing outside the grand glass doors of the gymnasium, waving at him.

Tang Ziliang carried Xiaoqian up the steps, and Song Ruiguo exclaimed, "We thought you weren't coming! We were just about to go in!" He then introduced the girls beside him to Tang Ziliang: the long-haired, round-faced girl was his girlfriend, Zhang Fang; the other two girls were Zhang Fang's roommates—the bright and lively one in a red down jacket was named Liu Ying, and the quieter one in a sky-blue down jacket was named Zhao Yayue.

Tang Ziliang nodded and greeted them. Xiaoqian sweetly said, "Hello, brother and sister." The girls all gathered around Xiaoqian, giggling and teasing her. Tang Ziliang introduced her, "She's my goddaughter." The girls immediately erupted in an uproar. How could this be? Your goddaughter calling us brother and sister? Doesn't that lower our seniority?

A bit annoyed by their chatter, Tang Ziliang said helplessly to Xiaoqian, "Call them uncle and aunt."

Song Ruiguo asked Tang Ziliang, "You're from the provincial capital?" Tang Ziliang nodded, and Song Ruiguo's eyes showed a hint of envy. "Your family must have connections, right? Otherwise, how could you get VIP tickets for the front row? You can't even buy them by queuing up."

Tang Ziliang said, "I know people at the stadium." Song Ruiguo and the others were relieved.

When entering, Song Ruiguo and Tang Ziliang walked at the back. Song Ruiguo sighed, "You're out of luck. The prettiest girl in Fangfang's dorm didn't come, sigh."

Tang Ziliang knew he must be talking about that Man, nodded slightly, and didn't say anything.

Song Zuying's appeal was indeed amazing. When she appeared, the fans' crazy screams almost shattered Tang Ziliang's eardrums, and Xiaoqian even covered her ears and muttered something. Song Zuying was wearing a white suit. Refined and elegant, yet possessing a powerful and resonant voice, she completely overturned the rugged image of a rock star. A talented idol singer, it's no wonder she's become incredibly popular in just over a year since her debut.

Song Zuying's signature song is "Little Basket." As she finished singing, someone screamed, followed by deafening screams and cheers that seemed to rip the ceiling off the stadium. Xiaoqian, her face contorted with anger, grumbled, "It's so noisy!" She clung to Tang Ziliang's neck, saying, "Uncle, let's go home." Xiaoqian, usually so well-behaved, was throwing a tantrum, showing her patience had reached its limit.

Tang Ziliang, however, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself and tried to appease Xiaoqian, making many empty promises. Only then did Xiaoqian, with a pained expression, nestle in Tang Ziliang's arms, continuing to endure the noise.

As the cultural performance neared its end... A signing lottery was held, and the lucky fan who won could get up close and personal with Song Zuying at the provincial capital's grand hotel where she was staying. Coincidentally, the number drawn was for Tang Ziliang's seat.

Song Zuying immediately spotted Xiaoqian, who was clinging to Tang Ziliang's leg, and smiled, saying, "What a cute little girl! Come, let Uncle hold you for a picture."

Xiaoqian turned her face away, ignoring him, which made Song Zuying a little embarrassed.

The manager came over and pulled Xiaoqian's arm, saying, "Come on, take a picture with Aunt Song Zuying." Since the photo would be published, showcasing Song Zuying's friendliness towards her fans, a cute little fan would certainly be a highlight.

Tang Ziliang frowned, blocking the manager's arm, and said, "She doesn't like being close to strangers."

The manager's face immediately turned cold: "What stranger? Look carefully, it's Song Zuying!"

Song Zuying said from the other side, "Da Zhou, forget it, don't make things difficult for her."

The manager then tried to pull Xiaoqian's arm again, and Tang Ziliang's face darkened. He frowned and said, "I said we don't like taking pictures," blocking the manager's arm again.

Song Zuying was a little embarrassed. She said, "My dear fan, is it so difficult to take a picture with me?"

Her manager pressed on, saying, "Are you out of your mind? So many people want to take a picture with Song Zuying, are you just so clueless?" Two of our staff members also came over, seemingly ready to forcibly take her away.

Xiaoqian, seeing her manager repeatedly pulling her away with a dark expression, became frightened. Seeing several strangers surrounding her, she burst into tears. Tang Ziliang quickly picked her up and comforted her, "Don't cry, your godfather is here, don't be afraid."

The managers couldn't act rashly at this point, but one manager still muttered, "Damn it, what a piece of trash, so ungrateful."

Looking at Xiaoqian's red eyes and hearing the manager's rude words, Tang Ziliang said coldly, "Who wants to take a picture with her? My Xiaoqian is a hundred times more precious than him."

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the living room heard him clearly. Song Zuying's face also darkened. A superstar like her couldn't stand being told to her face that a little girl was a hundred times more valuable than her. She could only snort and remain silent to maintain her image, but her manager erupted, pointing at Tang Ziliang's nose: "Damn it, you really don't know what's good for you! Get out of here right now!" Then she pointed at the girls: "And you all, get out! What kind of behavior is that!"

The manager glared at Tang Ziliang: "Damn it, what are you looking at? You're not happy, are you?"

Xiaoqian glared with her bright, lively eyes: "You're a bad guy, but Uncle isn't afraid of you." After being held in Tang Ziliang's arms, Xiaoqian stopped crying, and the little girl became even more defiant. Perhaps in her mind, her godfather was incredibly powerful.

Tang Ziliang ignored his agent and turned to Song Zuying, saying, "Song Zuying, you and your agent apologize to us right now, and we'll let this matter go."

Song Zuying was taken aback. Looking at Tang Ziliang's serious face, she couldn't help but smile and shake her head. His agent burst into laughter, "You're really something, kid. Did you not sleep well last night and are you having delirium? Apologize to you? How dare you say that! Hahahaha."

At this moment, Zhao Baogang, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, suddenly exclaimed, "Hey, isn't this Liangzi?" Zhao Baogang had come to support Song Zuying. He was accompanied by a man and a woman; the man was Liu Wei, and the woman was Lin Fangbing. They were the female lead in the 1990 TV series *Tang Minghuang*, in which Yang Mi, only seven years old at the time, played the little princess.

After some conversation, Song Zuying learned that Tang Ziliang was actually the son of a Hong Kong female tycoon, a powerful official at the division level, and had also invested in the entertainment industry. He was also acquainted with Zhang Guoli, Xu Qing, Deng Jie, and Wang Zhiwen.

This was in 1993, and Song Zuying, only twenty-eight years old, had not yet hooked up with national leader Jiang Zemin; her career was just beginning, and she dared not offend Tang Ziliang.

Song Zuying smiled ingratiatingly at Tang Ziliang. Her large, clear, dark eyes, soft, full red lips, delicate, petite nose, smooth, beautifully contoured cheeks, flawless complexion, perfect 1.68-meter height, shapely, long, shapely legs, full, rounded buttocks, and the full, high breasts visible beneath her tight-fitting ethnic cheongsam, all combined with her smooth, supple skin, made her a truly alluring woman.

Unfortunately, Tang Ziliang was unmoved and turned to leave with Qian'er.

The next day, Zhao Baogang arranged for Song Zuying to invite Tang Ziliang to dinner. Midway through the meal, Zhao Baogang excused himself, leaving only Tang Ziliang and Song Zuying in the private room.

"Young Master Tang, I was blind to your greatness. Please forgive me," Song Zuying said, her hands moving swiftly to unzip Tang Ziliang's jacket.

Tang Ziliang, thinking of soon being able to have his way with President Jiang's mistress, immediately embraced Song Zuying. The mature and beautiful young woman opened her lips and kissed Tang Ziliang's thick lips. Her fragrant, slender tongue explored Tang Ziliang's mouth, wriggling around. With a light wave of her left hand, she parted the neckline of her dress, revealing her fair, smooth shoulders and a pair of trembling, full breasts. Then, her soft, boneless hands deftly unbuckled Tang Ziliang's belt and slid into his crotch, grasping his thick, hard, and hot penis.

Tang Ziliang awkwardly licked Song Zuying's sweet tongue, feeling her full, round breasts pressing tightly against his burning chest. Even more captivating was Song Zuying's soft, delicate hand, fingers slightly spread, tightly encircling his hard, thick, and powerful penis, moving it up and down rhythmically.

He felt a surge of energy, a rush of desire in his lower abdomen. His hands involuntarily wandered over Song Zuying's smooth, delicate shoulders, then slid down to grasp her firm, full breasts, kneading them incessantly.

Song Zuying, too, felt her breathing quicken from Tang Ziliang's intense caresses. She had unknowingly pulled down Tang Ziliang's trousers, revealing his thick, long penis, erect and erect. With her smooth, warm palms, Song Zuying continuously rubbed the egg-sized glans.

Her rounded fingertips traced the distinct ridges beneath Tang Ziliang's round, full glans, and under her stimulation, a sticky fluid gradually seeped from the tip of Tang Ziliang's penis, soon coating her palm. Tang Ziliang's lower body was aroused by her, and he couldn't help but let out a soft groan. His hands, which had been kneading Song Zuying's breasts, haphazardly tried to pull off her bra.

Song Zuying breathed heavily, her voice sweet and seductive, "Young Master Tang, let me..."

She sat up slightly, her hands that had been caressing his penis slowly moving to her lips. She saw that her snow-white palm was covered with a layer of slippery fluid, Tang Ziliang's excited semen. She parted her cherry lips seductively, extending her slender tongue to lick her palm, tasting the salty, fishy liquid.

Her eyes, full of lust, looked at the panting Tang Ziliang. She raised her right hand and pulled out the hairpin from her hair, her long, black hair trembling like waves. She untied the sash of her skirt, her body swaying, and her skirt flew to one side, revealing her smooth, tender body.

Tang Ziliang stared intently as Song Zuying removed her robes until she was completely naked. Her voluptuous, slender figure was revealed, her skin as white and delicate as jade, unlike the sagging skin of ordinary women. Her skin was fragrant, soft, and smooth, like silk, radiant and dazzling. Her breasts were proudly erect, round and full.

Below her smooth, firm abdomen, between her fair cleavage, sparse, curly, glossy pubic hair was scattered, revealing delicate, raised labia. Her pair of plump, smooth legs were long and straight, and then there was her beautiful, alluring face. Tang Ziliang's chest pounded like a deer's, his mouth went dry, and his penis felt like it was about to burst.

Song Zuying, also captivated by Tang Ziliang's greedy and passionate gaze, let out a soft moan and

leaped back onto the soft couch. She bent down and pulled down Tang Ziliang's shorts, burying her face in his thick, muscular thighs. She reached out and gently rubbed and stroked his erect, dark, and shiny penis, examining it closely.

His penis was as thick as a baby's forearm, its veins bulging and twisting. The large, round glans, like an egg, shone brightly, and the foreskin beneath it revealed thick, distinct ridges. Song Zuying was utterly mesmerized. Her eyes darted around, and she leaned closer, pressing her scarlet, fragrant lips to the large, firm glans with a sweet kiss.

Watching Song Zuying's movements, Tang Ziliang panted, "Song Zuying, you're so sexy... but I like it..." Before he could finish speaking, Song Zuying's red lips parted like flower petals, and her slender, soft tongue darted out, licking the glans of his penis from bottom to top.

Tang Ziliang never dreamed that Song Zuying, so elegant and beautiful on stage, could be so seductive in bed. He stared wide-eyed at her actions, feeling her soft, moist tongue rubbing and kneading the head of his penis.

Chapter 109 Mature and Alluring Song Zuying [Complete]

"Ah!" With an involuntary groan from Tang Ziliang, Song Zuying's cherry lips parted, and the

large, round, deep purple glans of his penis was taken into her delicate mouth. Tang Ziliang immediately felt his penis

enveloped in a world of water and fire. Song Zuying's moist, warm mouth tightly enveloped his glans, and her nimble,

snake-like soft tongue continuously curled around the edges of his glans.

Tang Ziliang couldn't help but straighten his legs, his waist stiffened, his upper body leaned back, and his

breathing became rapid, like a bull panting.

Song Zuying tightened her cheeks, sucking on Tang Ziliang's large, round glans. She gradually lowered her head,

taking more of the thick, hard penis into her mouth. Tang Ziliang's thick shaft had barely entered

halfway when it completely filled her small mouth, leaving no gap.

Song Zuying was awestruck by the size of this thing, and at the same time, she began to repeatedly raise and lower her head,

using her small mouth to stroke that large, magnificent penis. Her soft, smooth, white

hands also gently rubbed the swollen testicles beneath the penis.

How could Tang Ziliang resist such caresses? He sat up, stretching out his rough, large hands and pressing them against

the princess's smooth, soft, and tender white back, rubbing them incessantly. He gasped and stammered,

"Sister Song, your oral skills are really good."

Song Zuying released Tang Ziliang's thick penis, taking a deep breath. Seeing Tang Ziliang's positive response, she couldn't help but

laugh . She continued to stroke Tang Ziliang's penis, which was covered in her saliva, with one hand, leaning against a thick

, soft brocade cushion. Her long, smooth, and white legs were spread wide like a frog's hind legs.

Instantly, her alluring, delicate, slightly raised vulva appeared before Tang Ziliang, revealing a pink and thin...

Her labia parted like peach blossoms in early bloom, revealing tender, moist, pale pink flesh. A tiny, rice-grain-sized bud,

like a flower bud about to open, was nestled at the junction of her labia.

"Come on... Young Master Tang... let this poor woman escape her misery... You're so strong, Young Master," Song Zuying called out in a soft, affectionate voice. Tang Ziliang, however, hesitated. "Come on yourself,"

Song Zuying said, her arm bending back, her delicate hand holding Tang Ziliang's penis guiding him to her lower abdomen. Tang Ziliang

involuntarily pressed his upper body gently against Song Zuying's fair, tender flesh. Song Zuying's long, shapely, smooth legs

wrapped around Tang Ziliang's buttocks, one hand lovingly hooking around his broad shoulder, the other hand, gripping his large, powerful

penis, slowly stroking it as it pulled it towards her wet, slippery vulva.

Guided by Song Zuying's slender hands, Tang Ziliang's large, round glans was already pressing against

the entrance of her peach blossom cave. The tip of his glans parted the thin labia of her vulva, and Song Zuying wrapped her arms around Tang Ziliang's sweaty bald

head and neck, tightening her tender legs wrapped around his buttocks, cooing sweetly, "Quickly put your

cock in..."

Using the force of Song Zuying's tightening legs, Tang Ziliang thrust forward, his thick, powerful penis

breaking through the resistance of her moist, tender labia and entering her warm, soft cave. "Mmm... Ah

..."

Song Zuying couldn't help but moan softly, her delicate, narrow cave feeling intensely aching from the intrusion. Her

face flushed with desire, her brows furrowed. Seeing her pained expression, Tang Ziliang stopped moving. Just as he was about to ask her something,

Song Zuying said coquettishly, "Silly boy... why did you stop..."

Before Tang Ziliang could respond, she moved her plump, white buttocks upwards to meet his. Tang Ziliang felt Song Zuying's

wet, hot vagina, the tender flesh around the walls tightly gripping his penis. The sensation was incredibly pleasurable and itchy

. Even a fool would understand something. He leaned forward slightly, and with a "plop,"

his entire penis was inserted more than halfway.

"Oh... Young Master Tang... please be gentle..." Song Zuying, startled by the insertion, wrapped her arms tightly around Tang Ziliang's neck, whispering in his ear like a mosquito. Tang Ziliang stopped again, asking, "Song Zuying, you're so sexy and beautiful."

Hearing his explicit words, Song Zuying couldn't help but laugh softly. She leaned close to Tang Ziliang's ear and whispered sweetly, "Young Master Tang, your thing is so big and thick, and mine is so narrow... You... you have to be gentle at first, wait... wait until I get used to it, then you... wait until you're a little stronger."

Tang Ziliang replied, "No need for so much trouble, it all depends on your own skills." Song Zuying gently bit Tang Ziliang's earlobe and said coquettishly, "Then Young Master Tang, you'll have to come to my place more often in the future." Tang Ziliang knew what was going on and remained silent.

While teasing Song Zuying, he gently thrust his penis in and out. "Ah... ah... so good... oh..." Song Zuying complained, her soft and slender waist moving in sync with the thrusting of Tang Ziliang's penis.

The ridges of his penis and the tip of his glans rubbed against the tender flesh around the walls of her vagina. With

each thrust, she felt a tingling, sore, and itchy sensation. The vaginal fluid in her vagina grew thicker and thicker, making Tang Ziliang's large

penis incredibly smooth.

At this juncture, Tang Ziliang gradually grasped the secrets and pleasures of it all. He began to thrust his thick, magnificent penis

heavily into Song Zuying's tender, tight vagina. Each thrust nearly emptied his entire penis into that wet, secluded valley

. Song Zuying trembled violently from the penetration, waves of red flush rising to her charming, beautiful cheeks. Her

eyes were brimming with a drunken, almost watery light.

"Oh... ah... Young Master Tang... you're doing... doing it so well... ah... oh..." Song Zuying's long, soft thighs parted even wider, her knees curling up close to her trembling, round breasts. She supported her body with her elbows, her slender waist arching upwards, her round, firm buttocks thrusting upwards in rhythm with the thrusts.

Tang Ziliang felt his penis being tightly gripped by Song Zuying's hot, moist vulva. The delicate

flesh felt like countless tiny hands constantly rubbing and kneading his thick penis. Deep inside, a protruding round piece of flesh seemed to have a small mouth, constantly sucking and biting his large glans, causing waves of nameless tingling in his lower abdomen.

These waves of tingling also stimulated his penis, making it exceptionally straight and even thicker.

Song Zuying was driven pale by Tang Ziliang's deep and powerful thrusts. His already thick and powerful

penis seemed to have grown even larger. With each thrust, the large, round glans of his penis pounded heavily against her

tender uterus. She felt as if that fleshy pillar was about to pierce through her body, and

a trickle of fluid gushed from the depths of her vagina, causing large amounts of vaginal fluid to seep out, making each of Tang Ziliang's thrusts produce a pleasant "splashing"

sound.

Song Zuying tilted her head back, her heart filled with intoxication as she kissed Tang Ziliang's rough face and chin. She moaned softly, "Young Master Tang...give it to me...I...ah...oh...I can't take it anymore...oh...ah ah..."

Tang Ziliang lowered his head, kissing Song Zuying's luscious red lips with a touch of wildness, panting as if in a dream

, "This humble monk...is also feeling sore and uncomfortable...Bodhisattva...oh oh...please save me..."

His strong arms tightly embraced Song Zuying's smooth and soft body, one hand wantonly kneading her

snow-white, soft, full, and round breasts. His waist moved faster, and his thick, hard penis quickly

entered and exited Song Zuying's wet and hot vagina. Tang Ziliang felt a surge of fluid rush from his lower body to his penis, causing

an involuntary tingling and trembling in his waist. The fluid

then gushed from the head of his penis. Song Zuying, too, had reached the peak of her desire. She felt the thick penis

trembling wildly inside her, knowing that Tang Ziliang was about to ejaculate. She tightly embraced Tang Ziliang's back with her arms, her legs

wrapped around his rapidly moving hips, her slender waist thrusting upwards to meet his movements.

She felt a sudden gush of hot, sticky fluid erupt from the tip of Tang Ziliang's trembling penis, pouring onto her

tender uterus. The heat washed over Song Zuying, making her lower limbs go limp and numb, and the depths of her vagina trembled and

contracted.

Tang Ziliang's pent-up yang fluids, accumulated over many years, finally surged forth. He thrust his penis deep into

Song Zuying's vagina, his large glans grinding against her delicate, bud-like uterus,

hot semen continuously gushing from its tip.

Song Zuying's uterus trembled from the surge of Tang Ziliang's semen, and she too gushed forth a torrent of vaginal fluid. She could no longer restrain herself,

moaning loudly, "Oh... ah... oh oh..."

Tang Ziliang, too, experienced unparalleled pleasure, feeling a comfort he had never known before. His tense body relaxed.

He relaxed, lying prone on Song Zuying's soft body, panting heavily.

Song Zuying finally snapped out of her intoxicating reverie. With a soft moan, her soft, white hands gently caressed Tang Ziliang's sweat-drenched face as she whispered, "Young Master Tang, are you satisfied with how I served you?"

Tang Ziliang, still savoring the sweet afterglow, felt a surge of excitement upon hearing Song Zuying's words: he hadn't expected the elegant and beautiful Song Zuying on stage to be so seductive in bed.

It was 1993; Song Zuying was twenty-eight, the prime of her life. Perhaps soon she would be involved with Jiang Zemin. Tang Ziliang was filled with remorse, but seeing Song Zuying's almond-shaped eyes brimming with spring-like passion and her alluring, seductive appearance, his previous rationality crumbled again. He involuntarily pressed his thick lips to Song Zuying's charming face, kissing her. His fingers couldn't help but cup and knead her full, round, soft breasts.

Song Zuying whispered sweetly, "Young Master Tang...were you...feeling really good just now...?"

Hearing these passionate words, Tang Ziliang's lust was aroused again. His

penis, which had softened after soaking in Song Zuying's overflowing juices, gradually became engorged and hard again.

His wet tongue licked the corners of Song Zuying's smiling lips, murmuring, "Comfortable, so comfortable, you're really good." He murmured, but his newly hardened penis began to twitch uncontrollably.

Song Zuying giggled and said, "Young Master Tang, you're really strong! You're hard again. I've let you fuck me, so you'll have to take care of me from now on."

Tang Ziliang blushed at her words, wrapping his arms around Song Zuying's smooth back and slender waist. He stepped

off the soft couch, and Song Zuying crossed her arms around Tang Ziliang's neck, her long, fair legs tightly gripping his

broad waist and hips. His thick, erect penis was still inserted straight into her soft, fleshy opening.

Following Song Zuying's directions, Tang Ziliang arrived at a smaller bathroom. Large candles were lit on the walls. He saw a thick carpet under his feet and a bathtub about ten feet square in front of him. A light mist hung over the surface, and the gentle sound of flowing water was quite pleasant.

Tang Ziliang then realized that the sound of water he had heard earlier came from here. The two soaked in the comfortably warm

water, which only reached their chests. Song Zuying broke free from Tang Ziliang's embrace, and as his extremely thick

penis withdrew, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

The thick semen that had just flowed from their passionate embrace gushed from her vagina. Tang Ziliang scooped up the water and poured it over

his bald head, instantly feeling refreshed. He looked at Song Zuying, and in the wisps of white steam,

Princess Song Zuying appeared as beautiful as a lotus flower in the water, her long, dark hair glistening with water droplets.

Her already fair and pretty face was flushed red from the steam, and her rounded, slender shoulders

appeared whiter and shinier. Her full, rounded breasts trembled slightly on the surface of the water. Seeing

the beauty in such a state, Tang Ziliang's lust flared up, and his already large penis became even more erect.

Song Zuying had always been poised and elegant. She was also considered an excellent student, but now, bathing together with Tang Ziliang and seeing his burning gaze, she couldn't help but blush and say in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Young Master Tang...would you help me wash?"

Tang Ziliang found the mature beauty before him breathtakingly alluring. He began to move, his fingers underwater, teasing Song Zuying's pubic hair and rubbing her labia.

Song Zuying softly moaned, her slender arm extending underwater, one hand grasping Tang Ziliang's thick, erect penis, slowly rubbing it, her words sweet and intoxicating: "Young Master Tang...would you...want me...to give you...a blowjob?"

Tang Ziliang felt Song Zuying's soft, jade-like fingers caressing his penis, and hearing such fragrant, highly provocative words, he could no longer resist.

Tang Ziliang reached out and embraced Song Zuying's slender, fair waist. With a light step, the two

leaped , landing gracefully on the thick velvet carpet. Tang Ziliang gently laid Song Zuying down on the carpet, then knelt and

lay prostrate on her pure, fiery, and tender body.

His thick lips greedily kissed her smooth, tender skin, while his rough hands roamed freely over her

soft abdomen and smooth, long thighs. His lips slid

down her high breasts, eventually reaching the center of her secret garden.

Song Zuying was also aroused. She turned her upper body, stretched out her fair arms,

and grasped Tang Ziliang's large, erect penis with her smooth, white hands. She leaned forward, opened her thin lips, and took the large, round, purplish-brown glans into her mouth,

her cheeks contracting as she carefully sucked.

Tang Ziliang parted Song Zuying's smooth, slender legs, revealing her slightly protruding, full vulva

. As if thirsting, he pressed his thick lips against hers,

sucking on her soft, moist labia.

Song Zuying gasped at Tang Ziliang's actions, then climbed on top of him, burying her face

between his legs, quickly and powerfully swallowing his thick, erect penis. Most of its shaft

moved in and out of her hot mouth.

Tang Ziliang felt a tingling numbness in his lower back and abdomen from her intense sucking. He couldn't help but tightly embrace the full, round, white buttocks pressing against

his face, his mouth wide open, completely covering Song Zuying's wet

, tender vulva, sucking greedily. Sticky fluid seeped from the cleft of her vulva, flowing directly into

his mouth.

But he swallowed it as if it were sweet spring water, his rough, thick tongue rubbing against her tender labia,

occasionally licking the rice-grain-like buds at the junction of her labia. Song Zuying

trembled from his actions, and her vulva was already overflowing with fluids.

"I...my darling...ah...I can't take it...oh...oh...give it to me..." she moaned

softly , her delicate body turning over, lying on her back on the velvet blanket, her pair of fair and tender legs stretched

out to the sides, her breath coming in gasps, "Give it to me...my darling..."

Hearing the beautiful woman's cry, Tang Ziliang could not delay. He knelt between Song Zuying's legs,

his arms holding her round and snow-white legs, his magnificent and thick penis already positioned

between her parted and tender lips. Song Zuying's fair fingers pinched the large, round glans, pressing against

the entrance of her overflowing vulva.

Before she could even beckon, Tang Ziliang thrust forward, and with a "plop," his entire penis plunged deep

inside without any resistance.

"Ah...oh...ah..." Song Zuying trembled as the massive object plunged into her, moaning softly. Tang Ziliang's penis, already swollen as if about to burst, was suddenly enveloped and squeezed by the wet, hot flesh, which felt incredibly pleasurable. He then used his waist to thrust his penis in and out, each time penetrating deeply until his entire penis was submerged in that peach blossom cave.

Song Zuying felt that Tang Ziliang's huge, thick penis went all the way in each time it entered, the round, thick

glans relentlessly squeezing her uterus. After dozens of thrusts, her vaginal muscles

contracted strongly, and her cervix trembled as it spurted out a sticky fluid. She bit her cherry lips tightly with her snow-white teeth,

panting heavily through her high, delicate nose.

Tang Ziliang hoisted Song Zuying's soft legs onto his shoulders, his hands gripping her slender waist, his hips continuing to thrust. His head pressed against Song Zuying's full, soft breasts, and he took one of her white, tender breasts into his mouth, sucking on the bud-like nipple.

"Ah...oh...uh..." Song Zuying's climax hadn't subsided when Tang Ziliang's penis began to thrust and pound into her vagina. The thick, strong shaft of his penis crushed and rubbed against the tender flesh of her vaginal walls, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Her delicate, fair hands clung tightly to Tang Ziliang's thighs, her slender waist arching upwards in response.

Their lower bodies collided violently, each impact producing a crisp "slap, slap..." sound.

With each thrust of Tang Ziliang's straight, powerful penis, a wet, sticky liquid was released—all of it Song Zuying's bodily fluids of excitement. The fluid slowly trickled down from her vulva, dripping onto the scarlet carpet. Tang Ziliang held Song Zuying's soft, smooth shoulder with one hand, while the other roughly kneaded her round, high breasts. His thick tongue licked Song Zuying's upturned face.

Song Zuying's soft hands slid across Tang Ziliang's strong back, her fair legs wrapped around his waist, her slender waist swaying to meet his intense and rhythmic thrusts. In less than a hundred thrusts, Song Zuying's vagina surged with heat again, a tremor of pleasure escaping as even more viscous fluid gushed from its depths. This orgasm was far more intense and fierce than the previous one.

Song Zuying couldn't help but moan, "Ah... oh..."

Tang Ziliang, too, was experiencing a volcanic eruption of passion. He gripped Song Zuying's slender

, rounded shoulders tightly, his thick, hard penis thrusting wildly and fiercely.

The fluid made his penis glisten, and the tender flesh within her vagina contracted even tighter, relentlessly

rubbing and stimulating his entire penis.

A surge of heat coursed through his lower abdomen, threatening to erupt. With a deep groan, his hips

twisted violently, and thick, hot semen gushed from his large, thick glans, fiercely pouring into

the depths of Song Zuying's trembling, contracting vagina.

Song Zuying trembled violently from the sudden surge of heat; her heart pounded, and she

nearly fainted from the overwhelming passion.

With a soft moan, she embraced Tang Ziliang's head and neck, opening her fragrant lips to kiss his still-breathing

mouth. Both were deeply immersed in this intense passion. Tang Ziliang's tongue explored Song Zuying's soft,

fragrant mouth, while her delicate, smooth tongue followed suit, their tongues intertwining in a passionate, sucking exchange.

After an unknown amount of time, their passion gradually subsided. Song Zuying curled up languidly against Tang Ziliang's broad chest

, moaning softly, asking him to sponsor her next concert. Tang Ziliang readily agreed; problems that could be solved with money weren't really problems.

Chapter 110 Drugging and Raping Yang Gongru [Part 1]

Jiangcheng Hotel was a long-established hotel in the provincial capital. A sixteen-story building, it was still state-owned at the time, and central leaders had stayed there during inspections. Although it had only received a three-star rating in recent hotel evaluations, it didn't diminish its long-standing reputation. Compared to the five-star Vienna Hotel, Jiangcheng Hotel had a higher occupancy rate, and its restaurants were very popular. This was partly due to their reasonable prices, and partly because people still trusted state-owned, long-established brands.

Tang Ziliang treated his subordinates to dinner. The group booked a private suite in the second-floor restaurant and began ordering. Naturally, these men were a little embarrassed to eat with their leader, so they opted for the cheaper dishes. Tang Ziliang quickly said, "Wait, wait, wait." He glanced at the menu; there were no luxurious set menus that would later become popular, just individual dishes. However, Tang Ziliang was very particular about his choices. The waitress, hearing the reasonable selection of dishes, couldn't help but smile sweetly and say, "You're clearly a distinguished guest."

The younger cadres, of course, didn't hold back and clapped and chimed in, "Of course! Our bureau chief is dining in Jiangcheng; it's an honor for you!"

When it came time to order drinks, Tang Ziliang asked, "Can we bring our own?" The waitress, of course, smiled and nodded. Judging from their demeanor, they weren't reluctant to spend money; many distinguished guests liked to bring their own treasured wines. In fact, there was no rule against bringing your own drinks in the luxurious suite.

Tang Ziliang prepared to go downstairs to get the drinks—why should he be the one to run errands? The youngest male colleague, Xiao Wang, quickly stood up: "Director, I'll get it."

Tang Ziliang tossed him the car keys. The Wuliangye liquor prepared for the secretary-general in the trunk was untouched; Tang Ziliang had bought the most expensive kind at the liquor store, supposedly aged for over twenty years. On this festive day, of course, good liquor was essential.

The drinks arrived, and Xiao Wang and the other junior colleagues took charge of pouring them. Several female colleagues, encouraged by their peers, each poured a small glass and took turns toasting Tang Ziliang with the appetizers, offering auspicious words—it was quite lively.

One dish after another was served by the waiters: the light flavors of Cantonese cuisine, the spiciness of Sichuan cuisine, the richness of Hunan cuisine, the boldness of Shaanxi cuisine, and the soups of Shandong cuisine. Tang Ziliang had perfectly balanced them, and everyone nodded in approval.

Finally, the hotel's specialty, Jiangcheng-style dog meat, was served. Tang Ziliang picked up his chopsticks and urged everyone, "Come on, let's try it. I heard this dish is made with great care; the mushrooms are picked from the mountains, and the dog meat is

prepared using a unique technique. It's incredibly delicious, and it's very nourishing in late autumn!" Shangguan Xiaofang giggled, "Director, you're already so strong, why would you need nourishment?" Everyone laughed. Tang Ziliang and Shangguan Xiaofang had recently become very close, having had several trysts, and their relationship was incredibly sweet. Her husband was still completely unaware.

Deputy Director Wang Qi suddenly exclaimed, pointing with his chopsticks at the small porcelain bowl containing the stew, "What's that?"

Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a small black object floating in the dark brown stew. Shangguan Xiaofang picked it up with her chopsticks and immediately cried out, "A fly!" Then she threw her chopsticks onto the table.

Wang Qi frowned, "This is a bad omen!"

Tang Ziliang glanced at him but didn't say anything. Several young cadres were already loudly calling for waiters, and the pretty waitresses standing outside the private room hurriedly came in. Xiao Wang, a deputy section-level inspector from the First Inspection Division, pointed at the fly on the table and loudly questioned, "What's going on with your hotel? Finding flies in your food? Even a roadside stall wouldn't have this!"

The waitress was startled and hesitated, "No way, that's impossible. It definitely wasn't from our hotel!" Employees of state-owned enterprises, no matter how much training they receive, still have a sense of self-interest; their first reaction to something going wrong is to shirk responsibility, not to solve the problem.

Xiao Wang became even angrier; "What? If it wasn't from your hotel, did we hire it? Did we raise it ourselves? Go, call your manager, let's have a serious talk!"

The waitress, fearing her bonus would be docked and having never experienced anything like this before, didn't realize the seriousness of the situation and pleaded, "Can't you not call the manager? I'll try to get the kitchen to make you another dish!" Xiao Wang angrily retorted, "What are you talking about? Do you think we're here for a dish? I think you should lose your three-star rating!" This happened at the leader's celebratory banquet, so of course he wanted to share the burden. Even if the leader is not good at getting angry, he, the youngest, has to do it on his behalf.

The commotion alerted other guests, as the door was open. Two guests happened to be passing by; one was a chubby man with glasses and a camera slung across his chest—his attire made it seem as if the word "reporter" was etched on his forehead. The other was a well-dressed, sophisticated middle-aged man. Hearing the commotion, they stopped, whispered a few words, and then entered. The chubby man with glasses took out his camera and snapped a picture; the flash went off, and the hall fell into a brief silence. Xiao Wang stared at them in surprise and asked, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man pulled out a business card and handed it to Xiao Wang: "I am Nie Haifeng, a lawyer from Haifeng Law Firm. I apologize for disturbing you all. I overheard some of you finding flies in your food. I am not very capable, but I am willing to help you with your concerns. You can entrust your claims to me; I guarantee I will get you justice."

Xiao Wang took the business card, glanced at it, and then looked at Tang Ziliang for a signal.

Tang Ziliang frowned, pointed at the fat man still taking pictures, and said, "Stop taking pictures."

Lawyer Nie explained with a smile, "He's a friend of mine, a reporter from the Jiangcheng Evening News. We just happened to be having dinner together. Letting him take a few pictures is fine; they can serve as evidence in legal proceedings."

At that moment, a beautiful woman in her early twenties hurried in, wearing a purplish-red suit from the Jiangcheng Hotel, with a fair complexion and delicate eyebrows. She exuded charm. A waitress greeted her, "Manager Jiang."

The woman nodded to her, then turned to Tang Ziliang's table and said sincerely, "I am the public relations manager of the Jiangcheng Hotel. I'm so sorry, everyone. It's all due to our hotel's negligence that you've experienced this inconvenience. A meal at the Jiangcheng Hotel should have been pleasant, but because of our mistake, it has turned into a frustrating and unpleasant experience. I apologize to everyone." She then bowed slightly.

The flashes were still going off. Tang Ziliang frowned, glancing at the constantly flashing camera with disgust. He gave Xiao Wang a wink, and Xiao Wang, quick-witted as ever, immediately said to the reporter, "I told you not to take pictures anymore?" and snatched the camera from the reporter's hand.

The reporter was taken aback and said, "What are you doing? I have a press pass and the right to expose things."

Xiao Wang, unaware of Tang Ziliang's meaning, turned around to look. Tang Ziliang said calmly, "We also have the right not to be photographed. Xiao Wang, discard the film."

Xiao Wang responded and pulled the film out of the camera. The reporter's face turned green, and he shouted, "How can you be so barbaric?"

Xiao Wang chuckled, threw the camera at him, and said, "Don't blame me for not warning you. If you take any more pictures, I'll sue you for violating our privacy."

The reporter wanted to speak again, but was pulled back by Attorney Nie. Attorney Nie had already realized that Tang Ziliang was the leader of this group, so he smiled and asked Tang Ziliang, "Sir, what do you think of my suggestion? I will protect your best interests."

Jiang Lin, unaware of the situation, heard a waitress whisper something in her ear, and her expression immediately changed. She said to Tang Ziliang, "Sir, we can resolve this privately. I guarantee you will all be satisfied."

Tang Ziliang sized up Attorney Nie and the reporter. The timing of these two arrivals was too perfect—a reporter and a lawyer—and the restaurant just had to run into trouble at that moment. It all seemed rather unusual. Tang Ziliang wasn't worried about suing the hotel, but he didn't want to be used as a pawn.

Tang Ziliang stood up and extended his hand to Attorney Nie. Attorney Nie's face lit up with joy, and he quickly shook hands with Tang Ziliang. However, Tang Ziliang said, "Thank you for your kindness. We'll accept your business card. If we can't reach an agreement with the hotel, we'll ask you for help."

Attorney Nie was taken aback, and quickly used his silver tongue to persuade Tang Ziliang to change his mind: "Sir, with me here, things will be much easier for you. Moreover, I've handled many cases like this, and it will be more advantageous for me than if you negotiate with the hotel alone. Tell me your terms, and I guarantee I can get double the compensation for you."

Tang Ziliang shook his head: "No need, please go ahead."

Shangguan Xiaofang jokingly said, "We want two hundred million, can you negotiate four hundred million?" Everyone laughed. Government officials generally didn't have a good impression of lawyers, especially since lawyers' status had recently risen, and it was said that they could earn in a year what these government officials earned in ten years. This made everyone present dislike Attorney Nie.

Helpless, Attorney Nie and the reporter left the private room, looking back every few steps. Xiao Wang immediately went over and closed the door.

As the lawyer and reporter left, Jiang Lin visibly relaxed, turning back to Tang Ziliang with a charming smile: "Sir, may I know your workplace? I don't mean anything by it, it's just for convenience, isn't it?" Seeing the large table full of people of all ages, dressed and exuding the air of department heads, yet the main character was such a young man, Jiang Lin was a little curious.

Tang Ziliang said, "Just call me Xiao Tang. You...you're Jiang Lin? I'm Tang Ziliang! Your high school deskmate."

Hearing this, Jiang Lin recognized Tang Ziliang; they really were high school classmates, and there had even been a little something between them back then. Now things were much easier. However, Jiang Lin always kept her personal and professional life separate, so she said, "Alright, Liangzi, to express our restaurant's apology, this meal is on the house. Do you have any other requests for compensation?" She was waiting for Tang Ziliang to name his price.

Tang Ziliang said nonchalantly, "Then let's leave it at that. We're old classmates. I think someone must be jealous of your business."

Tang Ziliang wouldn't bother to claim compensation from her, but finding a fly in his food was certainly disgusting. Whatever the reason behind it, it was none of his business as a diner, and he should accept the hotel's free hospitality.

Jiang Lin, however, was stunned. After a moment of surprise, she giggled and said, "Good, Liangzi, you haven't changed at all. You're still as generous as ever. You're a magnanimous person, and you're definitely destined for great things."

Xiao Wang was a little indignant and muttered under his breath, "It's supposed to be a birthday celebration for our director's wife, but finding a fly in her food is really bad luck." Jiang Lin heard this and smiled, "So it's Director Tang's birthday. In my opinion, finding a fly is a good omen. Why? Flies fly high in the sky, don't they? And they're quite annoying, yet they drowned in Mr. Tang's soup. This foreshadows that when Mr. Tang spreads his wings and soars high, those petty people who hinder his future are insignificant; they're just food on Mr. Tang's plate!"

Tang Ziliang smiled and said, "Then I'll take your good wishes." Although Jiang Lin's explanation was somewhat far-fetched, it was still meaningful and pleasant to hear. Tang Ziliang admired her quick wit.

Taking advantage of the situation, a few young men, including Xiao Wang, raised their glasses in a toast: "Wishing you, Director, a bright future! We, your humble servants, would rather shun you."

Tang Ziliang smiled, picked up his glass, moistened his lips, and took a small sip.

Jiang Lin then said, "Since it's Mr. Tang's promotion, our restaurant will present you with a plate of stir-fried beef with bamboo shoots, wishing you continued success."

Tang Ziliang smiled and thanked her.

Jiang Lin then instructed the waitress to prepare the wine quickly, and poured three more glasses of wine. The first was a self-punishment, an apology to the restaurant; the second was a toast to Tang Ziliang; and the third was a toast to everyone at the table. Only then did she offer another sincere apology before leaving.

The atmosphere became lively again, and the conversation flowed more freely. Several people discussed Jiang Lin, saying that this woman was capable.

Shangguan Xiaofang leaned close to Tang Ziliang and whispered, "Director, it's fortunate you didn't offend this woman. I heard she has a very good relationship with Governor Zhang."

Tang Ziliang was taken aback, then said, "Don't talk nonsense." He understood what Shangguan Xiaofang meant by "a very good relationship." Shangguan Xiaofang pursed her lips: "I'm not making this up. It seems everyone knows. When Governor Zhang was sick, he stayed at Jiangcheng Hospital for a month, and Jiang Lin took care of him. Back then, Jiang Lin was just a junior nurse. In just one year, she became the public relations manager. Could it be anything but because of Governor Zhang's connections?"

Tang Ziliang glanced helplessly at Shangguan Xiaofang. Even if you've heard rumors at home, do you really think you can just say things like that? This woman is too naive.

He never expected his high school classmate to become the governor's mistress. No wonder Jiang Lin went to the municipal health school and became a junior nurse after graduation. He never imagined that in just a few years, she would become the general manager of a big hotel.

Tang Ziliang said sternly to Shangguan Xiaofang in a low voice, "I don't care where you heard that, just don't talk nonsense again, understand?"

Shangguan Xiaofang stuck out her tongue and said nothing more.

When the banquet ended, Jiang Lin appeared again, apologizing to Tang Ziliang and the others, giving each of them a VIP card with discounts, and seeing them off at the restaurant. Her sincerity was so great that no one could find fault with her.

On Saturday, Tang Ziliang took some time to go to Shanghai. He invested in and opened a company called Xuanting Entertainment with Zhao Baogang. More than a month had passed, and Zhao Baogang invited him to inspect it.

Yang Gongru was overjoyed when she received the news of an interview at Xuanting Entertainment. Indeed, for her, who was only nineteen years old this year, having such an opportunity to enter Xuanting Entertainment was extremely difficult. Xuanting's management team was full of big names in the entertainment industry.

Yang Gongru thought to herself that she must seize this opportunity. So she dressed up carefully, changing into a black silk halter-neck dress, wearing black sheer stockings underneath, and black strappy high heels. She looked elegant, dignified, mature, and sexy.

Rushing to Shanghai Xuanting Entertainment Company, Yang Gongru knocked on the general manager's office door. Tang Ziliang opened the door and was immediately struck by a stunning woman in a black dress, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.

"You're Yang Gongru, please come in!" Tang Ziliang hadn't expected Yang Gongru to be interested in joining Xuanting. Then he remembered that Yang Gongru, like Ruby Lin, was from Shanghai, and he'd heard they'd gone to Hong Kong because they couldn't make it in Shanghai.

Now, with Tang Ziliang partnering with big names like Zhao Baogang to open Xuanting Entertainment Company, it was natural to attract many new talents.

Tang Ziliang hurriedly ushered Yang Gongru into the manager's office. Yang Gongru handed him her resume, which Tang Ziliang took without even looking at it, but quickly brought her a cup of tea.

"Don't rush, come on! Have a cup of tea to quench your thirst first," Tang Ziliang said with a smile. Having walked this far, Yang Gongru was indeed quite thirsty. She took a sip, found it quite delicious, and drank it all. A strange, almost imperceptible smile flickered across Tang Ziliang's face. Seeing how beautiful and sexy Yang Gongru was, he slipped a drug into the tea.

After being questioned by Tang Ziliang for a few moments, Yang Gongru suddenly felt dizzy and her heart raced. She tried to stand up, but then felt the world spinning around her and collapsed onto the sofa.

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