Chapter 1080: Chapter 1066: Playing Tai Chi “Hello, hello!” Song Yun quickly extended his hand first, shaking hands with Liu Changfeng. “Haha, your girlfriend, why didn’t she come with you this time?” Liu Changfeng asked. “She had something to do. I figured Mr. Liu would definitely have important instructions for me, so I didn’t bring her along,” Song Yun said. “Oh! Is that so? Song Yun, please have a seat.” Liu Changfeng pointed to the sofa. After Song Yun sat down, Liu Changfeng said, “Song Yun, how is Mr. Song doing lately?” “My Second Grandpa is doing well,” Song Yun replied with a smile. “That’s good to hear. The folks down south here care about him deeply. If you ever head into Beijing, remember to bring our regards from the people of Guangdong!” Liu Changfeng said. “Certainly!” Song Yun agreed, “My Second Grandpa misses everyone too. He said he’ll definitely visit you all when he has the chance.” “Well, it’s settled then. If Mr. Song comes, I’ll be more than happy to assist,” Liu Changfeng said. “Haha, we’ll talk about that later.” “Oh, I almost forgot the main point of your visit this time.” Liu Changfeng said, “A few days ago, I got some top-grade Dahongpao from a friend. I’ve tried it once, and the taste was far superior to any other tea. Let me brew some for you.” As he spoke, Liu Changfeng walked to a bookshelf nearby. Next to it was a mini refrigerator from which he took out a small vacuum-sealed bag. With practiced ease, Liu Changfeng boiled water and set up the tea set, saying, “I don’t have many hobbies, but I do enjoy brewing and drinking tea!” “I like it too!” Song Yun said, “The art of tea is ancient and profound. When drinking tea, one can often reflect on life’s philosophies amidst its soothing effects.” “Haha, it seems we really have a connection!” Liu Changfeng held the kettle of boiling water in his hand, personally preparing a pot of Dahongpao for Song Yun. Seeing Mr. Liu personally making the tea, Song Yun felt a bit honored and quickly lent a hand to help. The tea was ready shortly, and Song Yun took a small Yixing clay teacup, sipping it lightly. It had a slight bitterness at first but quickly turned sweet, and the sweetness lingered, spreading throughout the mouth, making one feel thoroughly comfortable. “Great tea,” Song Yun remarked. “Haha, if you’d like, I can give you half a pound,” Liu Changfeng said. “No need. I usually don’t have the time to sit quietly. This kind of tea is best enjoyed in peace,” Song Yun replied. “Ah, I don’t have much time to drink tea either,” Liu Changfeng said. “But I reckon in two or three years, I’ll be able to drink it all day long!” Song Yun raised an eyebrow but said nothing, while Liu Changfeng continued, “Sigh, in this life, I’ve experienced many ups and downs. I’ve finally reached a point where I can do something meaningful for the people, but time waits for no one.” “Haha, there’s still a few good years to go,” Song Yun said with a smile. “You look quite young. No need to rush. Even if you step down to the second line, you can still do meaningful work for the people.” “Haha, but being on the second line and the first line are entirely different,” Liu Changfeng lamented. “You haven’t been in the system, so you might not know. Here, it’s all about who is in power. Look at me now; I’m considered a big shot here, with people fawning over me, following my every word. But the day I step down, within three days, I’ll be completely forgotten. Sigh.” “Not necessarily,” Song Yun said casually. He understood Liu Changfeng’s intentions. Liu Changfeng had said so much just to see if Song Yun was willing to help him. However, Song Yun wasn’t foolish; he didn’t follow along with Liu Changfeng’s words but instead talked about irrelevant and innocuous topics. Liu Changfeng was patient. Despite Song Yun playing Tai Chi with him, Liu Changfeng remained calm and unhurried, engaging in casual banter while drinking tea. Follow current novels on novel·fiɾe·net Time gradually passed, and an hour flew by without them discussing anything significant, sticking to idle chat. Although it was just small talk, Song Yun’s evaluation of the man increased significantly, giving him some insight into Liu Changfeng’s depth. In the end, a person’s depth isn’t that mysterious. It boils down to patience and the art of playing the game, and in terms of patience, Liu Changfeng was excellent. Leaving the courtyard, Song Yun was thinking about Liu Changfeng’s intentions all the way back, realizing that he could only surmise that Liu Changfeng might be looking to use him as a stepping stone. Beyond that, he had no clue. Back at the hotel, it was already eleven at night. Song Yun watched a bit of TV on the sofa, and by the time the clock hit twelve, Qingluan still hadn’t returned. Feeling sleepy, Song Yun called Qingluan. The phone connected shortly after. “It’s already midnight, darling. Want to come back and sleep?” Song Yun playfully said into the phone. Qingluan smiled faintly and said, “I’m catching up with a few friends. I might not come back tonight. You go ahead and sleep.” “Guys or girls?” Song Yun asked. “You guess,” Qingluan teasingly responded. “Not guessing, boring. Going to sleep now. Good night,” Song Yun said. After hanging up, Song Yun stretched and returned to his room. Not a word was spoken the rest of the night. The next morning, upon waking, Song Yun noticed Qingluan hadn’t returned to sleep. However, he wasn’t worried, considering Qingluan’s skills and her loyalty was unquestionable to Song Yun. Would Qingluan betray Song Yun or do anything against him? Absolutely impossible. It’s as indisputable as the Earth being round and Song Yun being male. Song Yun yawned and, after a simple wash, received a call from Liu Ruoxi. On the call, Liu Ruoxi and Song Yun discussed whether to visit the High-tech Industrial Zone that morning. Song Yun, thinking it over, agreed since he was here not just to expand in the Pearl River Delta but also carried tasks assigned by the Song Family. This High-tech Industrial Zone was indeed a key investment for the Song Family moving forward. With two billion involved, the Song Family had to invest at least one billion, with many intricacies involved. Song Yun had to do well in handling this project; otherwise, he’d likely face his father’s wrath.