Zheng Qiudong’s eyes flickered for a moment, and he chuckled lightly, "Personally, I think DJRH and Tian Jing are a perfect match. After all, we are both deeply entrenched in the human resources field. My intentions are quite simple, just to help President Tang alleviate some worries and provide some assistance for his girlfriend’s future career."

"Heh, then you should prepare yourself for Chairman Jin’s possible retaliation."

Zheng Qiudong’s hand holding the teacup shook slightly, "It shouldn’t come to that, right? From what I’ve learned, Tian Jing is a very well-behaved and smart girl, who studied psychology, so she’s sure to know how to build a good relationship with Chairman Jin, like... Wen Ruan."

"That’s different." Mo Xiangwan said pointedly, "Wen Ruan is smart but has no ambition, and she happened to appear at the perfect time. One person like that is enough.

Do you think Tian Jing is that kind of person? No matter who she ultimately sides with, it’s not necessarily a good thing for you or me."

The smile on Zheng Qiudong’s face gradually faded, replaced by a daring sharpness.

"Then let’s take a gamble. Anyway, DJRH is at a point where change is inevitable."

He is a person full of ambition.

Watching the rapid expansion of the Tang Jin System, everyone on this great ship is striving forward, sharing in the fruits of victory.

And he refuses to be just a "logistics officer" providing fuel.

He wants to stand on the bridge and enter the most central cockpit.

Mo Xiangwan saw his determination and knew that persuading him further was pointless, so she said nothing more.

She stood up and said, "I’ll make a call and rearrange tomorrow’s ’activities’."

With that, she turned and left.

As she walked, she was already dialing the number of the person in charge of Shengtang Security.

Originally, she thought this was just an interesting birthday party.

At most, various forces would tacitly send gifts, make a gesture, and form good relations.

Now, however, a bunch of people have personally stepped into the arena.

This is no longer a simple birthday party, but an informal, small "internal gathering" of the "Tang Jin Family Office."

If word gets out, it could have unpredictable consequences.

Especially regarding Tang Song’s information; Chairman Jin and Miss Ouyang have always been extremely sensitive and cautious.

The last time Tang Song made a high-profile appearance at the "Night of Investors," combined with Rongliu Capital’s subsequent hundred-billion-dollar injection, should have caused a sensation in the media and financial circles.

It would have completely exposed some of Tang Song’s information.

It was only because Chairman Jin, Miss Ouyang, and Tangzong Entertainment used vast resources behind the scenes that all potentially leaked information was forcibly suppressed.

Tang Song’s photo didn’t appear in any headline news that could take the Asia-Pacific by storm.

But even so, in industry circles, some information about Tang Song has already spread privately.

To prevent any accidents and big troubles, it’s crucial to be prudent.

Fortunately, this flash mob by the Echo girl group can also serve as a cover, minimizing the impact as much as possible.

...

Lanfeng International Hotel, 23rd floor, private banquet hall.

Uniformly dressed hotel staff shuttled around, some meticulously adjusting the lighting and sound system, others placing exquisite decorations on the dining tables.

The whole banquet hall featured a soft champagne gold and elegant off-white color scheme, looking both romantic and luxurious.

The hotel’s banquet manager was accompanying Jing, occasionally whispering to her about the setup details, and asking if any adjustments were needed.

"Adjust the lighting to be softer; I don’t like it too bright."

"Also, on the dessert table over there, have the kitchen prepare some extra low-calorie mousses and fruit tarts. Some of my friends are dieting recently."

At this moment, a familiar voice called from behind, "Jingjing—"

Jing turned around and saw her mother, Chen Man, leading a few stylishly dressed ladies over.

Besides them, there was also her best friend, Qin Hua.

"Mom, Aunt Wang, Aunt Li..."

Jing immediately put on a sweet and well-behaved smile and went to greet them.

"Oh, our Jingjing is as beautiful as a little fairy today."

"It’s been a few months, and Jing is even more beautiful."

The aunts held her arms, looking her up and down, and praised her with smiles.

Chen Man looked at her precious daughter, her eyes full of pride and affection.

Jing chatted with them for a while, making the aunts laugh with joy.

Casually, she said, "Mom, why don’t you take the aunts around and suggest any improvements. Hua and I will discuss some details for tomorrow’s event."

"Alright, go ahead." Chen Man replied with a smile, leading the group inside.

Jing gave the banquet manager a look, and he immediately understood, respectfully stepping forward.

He began acting as a guide for Chen Man and her group.

The noise faded away.

Jing looked intently at her best friend and directly asked, "Hua, have you got any results from the investigation I asked you about?"

Qin Hua replied unhurriedly, "That Ding Furong, I’ve checked. He’s a college classmate of an assistant in the president’s office and got in through a regular internal referral. The assistant thought his resume looked good, and coincidentally there was a job vacancy, so he casually arranged for him to be brought in. It’s just a coincidence, nothing special."

"Oh? Which assistant?"

"Heh, even if I told you, you wouldn’t know them. By the way, Jing, is your evening dress ready? I want to try it on; if it’s pretty, I’ll order one too." Qin Hua tried to change the subject.