"Him?" The beautiful woman frowned slightly, then knowingly said, "Sister Qingluan, is he your... boyfriend?" "He’s my man," Qingluan stood up and said, "and he’s also the one you’ll be serving in the future." "The one we’ll be serving in the future? Sister Qingluan, aren’t we just serving you?" The beautiful woman asked in confusion. "Haha, what’s mine is his, and naturally, you are his as well," Qingluan said with a smile. The beautiful woman was surprised and didn’t speak, she somewhat knew Qingluan had a man named Song Yun, and Song Yun’s identity was quite extraordinary. However, Qingluan’s status wasn’t any lower than that man’s, especially since this female organization she had built single-handedly, although not the strongest in the world, could easily conquer one or two cities. She couldn’t understand why Qingluan would willingly hand over this powerful force she created to her man, because in her view, this organization was one of Qingluan’s biggest trump cards. But since she couldn’t figure it out, she didn’t bother thinking about it anymore. Anyway, ever since this team was formed by Qingluan five years ago, they had completely followed Qingluan’s orders. Since Qingluan intended to hand them over to her man, they’d simply obey. Meanwhile, on Song Yun’s end, he was lying in bed, asleep, not knowing that during this short time he was sleeping, Qingluan had already decided to hand over this organization to him. He also didn’t know how formidable this organization Qingluan had built single-handedly was. So sometimes, it’s really believed that Song Yun is a guy with impossibly good luck. So many people are helping him with so many things, but as the saying goes, "The virtuous get much help, the unvirtuous get little help." Song Yun was probably that deity who got all the help. After waking up, Song Yun was spirited, with seemingly endless energy, even Little Song Yun beneath him was exuberant. Song Yun circulated his internal energy to calm Little Song Yun down, then dressed neatly, and received a call from Liu Ruoxi. Liu Ruoxi was quite reliable in her work. After choosing a place to eat, she was afraid Song Yun wouldn’t find it, so she drove herself to pick him up. Having Mr. Liu as a driver is not a privilege just anyone can enjoy. Song Yun directly sat in the co-pilot seat, looked at Liu Ruoxi, who had changed into casual wear, and decisively laughed, "Mr. Liu, this is my first time getting a ride from you and I’m truly excited." "Haha, I haven’t really given anyone a ride before," Liu Ruoxi expertly turned the steering wheel, then pressed the gas pedal, and the car slowly started moving. The place they were going to eat was a Chinese restaurant of quite high caliber. When Song Yun and Liu Ruoxi arrived, a waiter first asked if they had a reservation, and after confirming they did, led them into the restaurant. Liu Ruoxi wore sunglasses, hiding her eyes from view. Song Yun guessed Liu Ruoxi was afraid of being recognized. After all, Liu Ruoxi, although not a celebrity, was a prominent figure in Guangzhou City, and many people knew her. Moreover, as a woman famed for her outstanding appearance throughout the system in Guangzhou, Liu Ruoxi received more attention than even the top leaders. The simplest example, the person one level above her, hasn’t even been named, while Liu Ruoxi occupies a significant portion of the narrative. Who gets more attention is quite clear. Updates are released by novelꞁire.net Liu Ruoxi had reserved a semi-open private booth for two. Simply put, the booth could seat only two people, but it was quite large inside with well-equipped facilities. The booth door couldn’t be closed, thus it was semi-open. "What would you like to eat?" Liu Ruoxi placed her bag to the side and then asked. "Anything, really. I eat all kinds of Chinese food. You did well by booking this restaurant; I love Chinese cuisine," Song Yun said with a smile. Liu Ruoxi politely smiled and then picked up the menu to order dishes. After ordering, she handed the menu back to the waiter, and once the waiter left, she took off her sunglasses and pulled a folder from her bag, saying, "Since the food hasn’t arrived yet, why don’t we take a look at the contract first?" "No rush," Song Yun smiled, placing his hand on the folder, and said, "When eating, one should focus on eating. Best not to do anything else beforehand. We should regard eating as a solemn matter. Simply put, if we prepare well beforehand, we’ll enjoy our meal even more." As a woman who climbed the ranks within the system, Liu Ruoxi had heard countless dirty jokes when she was a young cadre because nowadays, public and governmental organizations often spend their free time chit-chatting and exchanging dirty jokes. After hearing so many dirty jokes, Liu Ruoxi easily recognized Song Yun’s ambiguous yet undeniably lascivious words, leaving her a bit at a loss. This Song Yun, how could he be so shameless? Song Yun’s shamelessness left Liu Ruoxi unsure of what to say. However, Song Yun was secretly pleased. This investment trip wasn’t just about putting money in but also about securing greater benefits, such as policy support or other advantages. And these need to be addressed through negotiation, where if you can unsettle your opponent, you take the lead. Song Yun’s so-called teasing was aimed at throwing Liu Ruoxi off-balance, and, of course, part of it was also his wicked sense of humor. Seeing Liu Ruoxi didn’t say much, Song Yun said directly, "And a foodie doesn’t just eat; they savor! Simply putting food into your mouth, chewing and swallowing it, and then jesting, that’s just basic eating. A true foodie values anticipation, the main act, and the denouement. Now, let’s create some anticipation." Liu Ruoxi forced a smile and said, "This... What exactly do you mean by anticipation for eating?" "It’s actually quite simple," Song Yun replied with a grin. "Let’s chat about all the delicious things we’ve eaten, and why they were so good. As we talk more, we’ll awaken our cravings and look forward to the main act that follows!"