The music on the dance floor was still drifting.

Zhou Qiming, Zhang Chunjie, and the others exchanged a few polite words with Tang Song and then left, using the excuse, "Not to disturb Chairman Tang and his friends’ enjoyment."

Wu Siqi and Li Jingrong stood there dumbfounded, with their minds still in a muddle.

They could clearly feel countless curious, probing, and even somewhat reverent gazes intentionally or unintentionally casting towards them.

Especially Wu Siqi, who caught sight of her usually austere new media supervisor with the corner of her eye.

He was standing not far away, looking at her with an extremely complex and somewhat ingratiating expression.

Wu Siqi gulped, swallowing hard.

She finally realized, albeit belatedly, that she had stumbled into immense luck!

Just the fact that she had been drinking and chatting with Tang Song in the same booth practically guaranteed her a smooth transition to full-time status, and her work would become much smoother.

Feeling the nearly frozen atmosphere around them, Tang Song pursed his lips.

He picked up his glass and smilingly said, "Come on, now that everyone’s left, let’s have a toast together."

"Oh, oh,"

The others raised their glasses one after another.

The clinking sounded, and the liquor went down smoothly.

Wu Siqi took a deep breath and nervously asked, "Brother Tang Song... oh no, Chairman Tang, are you... our company’s boss? This is..."

"Xie Yue from Handing Group is a friend of mine," Tang Song explained candidly. "Previously, to support the business development here at Mortals and seeing the short drama market’s potential, I acquired some of the shares in the Film and Television Base from him. So, technically, a major shareholder, though I don’t come to the base here often."

Their speculations were fully confirmed.

Wu Siqi’s eyelid twitched uncontrollably.

Li Jingrong gasped and instinctively covered her mouth.

They instinctively glanced at the silent Zhang Minghua beside them.

They still vividly remembered the "inside information" Zhang Minghua had talked about in the cafeteria before.

A mysterious elite tycoon who spent over a billion to acquire 80% of Handing Group’s equity in the Film and Television Base.

Unexpectedly, the "legendary tycoon" they used to admire and talk about was actually Tang Song! 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

And he had appeared in such an incredible way in front of them!

It was like... you were discussing with friends what the celestial beings looked like, and when you turned around, you found the deity sitting right next to you, having just danced, drank, and chatted with you.

Noticing the looks his girlfriend and Wu Siqi gave, Zhang Minghua’s already pale face turned beet red.

He was, of course, aware of Handing Group, a well-known real estate giant in the province.

Moreover, due to work reasons, he had some business interactions with a subsidiary of Handing.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t know so much about Yan Nan Short Film and Television Base.

The Xie Yue mentioned by Tang Song was the only son of Handing Group’s chairman and the group’s youngest vice president.

Anyone who could befriend Xie Yue and casually come up with billions to acquire equity...

Tang Song was on a level so high that even looking up to it was beyond Zhang Minghua’s ability.

For him to appear within his "circle of friends" was indeed incredible and utterly unimaginable.

Recalling how he had been talking about the "crisis of being 35" and advising someone to "find a stable job in a state-owned enterprise" from an experienced perspective...

Zhang Minghua felt his face burning with embarrassment.

It was like being slapped repeatedly by a shoe dipped in chili water.

He didn’t have any ill intentions, it was just his nature, and he liked to boast about his "experience" and "connections" in front of a few ladies to show off a bit.

Little did he expect to crash right into Mount Everest this time.

However, having navigated through the state-owned enterprise environment, he was very adaptable.

In a flash, he gritted his teeth and stood up abruptly.

To everyone’s surprise, he grabbed an entire bottle of chilled beer in front of him.

A truly sincere, even somewhat "naive" smile appeared on his face.

"Chairman Tang!" he shouted in a clear, genuine tone, instantly attracting everyone’s attention, "I... I really failed to recognize Mount Tai just now, and after drinking a bit, I started rambling nonsense. Please don’t take it to heart! I’m just a chatterbox who loves to brag! So, I’ll first drink three cups as a self-punishment!"

After speaking, he didn’t wait for Tang Song to respond and drank the entire bottle of chilled beer in one go.

Then he quickly picked up the second and third bottles.

Although the beer bottles weren’t large, drinking down three bottles in such a short time was still quite impressive.

He set down the empty bottles, face flushed from the alcohol and lack of breath, sweat beading on his forehead.

Wu Siqi and Li Jingrong were at a loss, not knowing what to say. They could only instinctively look at Tang Song.

Tang Song maintained his usual calm and gentle demeanor, with no change apparent behind his framed glasses.

He nodded at Zhang Minghua, "It’s alright, we’re here to have fun. Drinking and chatting are very normal—no need to make such a fuss."

These understated words swept away the frozen, awkward atmosphere like a breath of spring breeze.

Zhang Minghua heard this and immediately showed a naive smile, "Ah yes! You’re right, haha, I overreacted."