Chapter 11: I dreamt of something from a long time ago. ...
In recent years, the state has vigorously supported the development of the science and technology industry in the Beijing-North Hebei economic circle.
The Song family has been transforming from traditional real estate to technology and energy industries. Song Zhixu has been stationed at the Beijing branch to expand new businesses and rarely returns to Jiangcheng.
In her previous life, Song Zhixu missed her engagement banquet with Song Wuqi because he was on a business trip abroad.
Tang Ran never imagined that the girl living next door would be Song Zhixu.
Shengming Mansion is indeed a high-end apartment building, but the one she lives in is a small building with two elevators serving two households.
Even if he lives in Shengming Mansion, shouldn't a big shot like Song Zhixu have a large flat in the next building to enjoy all to himself?
However, remembering that the apartment was a gift from Grandpa Song, Tang Ran felt that it was somewhat acceptable.
In the early days of the Song family business, it was almost bankrupted by competitors. Old Master Song asked many people for help, but only Tang Ran's maternal grandfather was willing to lend a hand.
The Song family is now vastly different from what it used to be; its group size far exceeds that of the Tang family by several times.
The main reason why the Song family has maintained cooperation with the Tang family is that Old Master Song cherishes old friendships.
In addition to Shengming Apartments, the Song family's 18th birthday gift also included 5% of Song's shares.
In his previous life, this 5% stake became Tang Ran's death warrant.
In this life, Tang Ran will turn her five percent stake into a sharp sword to cut off Song Wuqi's path forward.
The overflowing water splashed all over my hand.
Tang Ran put the water bottle she was holding on the bar and hurriedly turned to look for napkins.
A stack of clean white tissues was handed to her.
Song Zhixu's fingers were long and slender with well-proportioned joints. His fair skin was translucent, and you could vaguely see the blue veins.
Very beautiful hands.
"Thanks."
Tang Ran's face felt a little hot. She took the tissue and lowered her head to wipe her hands, trying to hide her blush.
Even after being reborn, I still haven't gotten rid of the habit of blushing when I'm nervous.
The music on the terrace switched to languid jazz, with a deep saxophone trailing off long notes that lingered in the air.
Tang Ran was so surprised by her encounter with Song Zhixu that she didn't know how to get along with her.
She displayed impeccable ladylike manners, slowly and meticulously wiping every drop of water from her hands.
I pondered how to find a reasonable yet polite excuse to leave.
Tang Ran's delaying actions were so deliberate that it was as if the words "trying to cover up the truth" were written all over her forehead.
Song Zhixu's lips curved slightly.
He waited for her very patiently.
'The sun comes out…'
Miao Tiantian's timely call saved Tang Ran's brain cells from the brink of death as she tried to come up with an excuse.
"Sweet."
In less than a second, Tang Ran answered the phone.
"There's a detective-themed party upstairs, wanna come along?"
'Crane' has three floors. The first floor is a bar, the second floor has private rooms, and the third floor hosts different themed parties every night.
"You have fun, I'm not going."
Tang Ran is past the age of partying all night.
"Never mind then, I won't go. Where are you? I'll come find you."
"No need, you do your thing, I'm going back."
"Okay, I'll call a designated driver for you."
"No need for that trouble, I'll have my driver pick me up."
"Okay then, text me when you get home."
"Okay, be careful yourself, don't drink too much."
"Don't worry, I'm a master at drinking, I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk."
While Tang Ran was on the phone, Song Zhixu did not leave.
With Miao Tiantian's phone call as a prelude, Tang Ran's farewell was delivered with a sense of righteous indignation.
She hung up the phone, smiled at Song Zhixu, and said, "It's getting late, I need to go home."
"I'm also getting ready to go back," Song Zhixu said with a slight smile. "Let's go together. You can ride in my car; it's on the way."
Tang Ran was taken aback.
I remembered that they lived next door.
It was really on the way; it led right to my home.
The prepared 'goodbye' has no chance of an exit.
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Sister Song."
Unable to think of a reason to refuse, Tang Ran could only nod in agreement.
As I came out of the bar, Lao Zhang was already waiting for me in his car at the entrance.
Seeing Song Zhixu and Tang Ran come out together, Lao Zhang carefully examined them and realized that Tang Ran was the person Song Zhixu had carried out of the bar that day.
Having learned from his previous experience, Lao Zhang adjusted the atomization mode before the two got into the car.
The car started moving slowly.
The opaque glass partition separates the back seat into a closed space for only two people.
The rear seats of the luxury business sedan were not cramped at all, but Tang Ran still felt that the cabin was a bit cramped.
With her hands involuntarily resting on her knees, Tang Ran was trying to think of a topic to ease the tension when Song Zhixu's phone rang.
"Assistant Jiang."
Song Zhixu answered the phone and picked up the tablet next to him. "I'll handle it now."
The work phone call didn't stop even after it reached Shengming Mansion.
We arrived at the nineteenth floor.
Tang Ran quietly thanked Song Zhixu, who nodded and smiled.
The two turned and parted ways, each going home.
Perhaps it was because meeting Song Zhixu at the bar was too unexpected, but Tang Ran had a dream that night, a dream about something that happened a long time ago.
The Spring Festival after Tang Ran got engaged to Song Wuqi, she went to the Song family to pay her respects.
Grandpa Song only had one son and one daughter, but he had many brothers and sisters. Every year during the Spring Festival, Song's relatives would bring their families to Song's house to celebrate the New Year.
On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, some child accidentally set off firecrackers and set fire to a tree in the Song family's yard.
The tree was right next to Song Zhixu's room, and the fire spread rapidly, soon reaching Song Zhixu's room.
Song Zhixu happened to have a bad cold that day, and after taking medicine, he slept in his room.
Tang Ran was in the audio-visual room not far away at the time.
Upon discovering black smoke billowing from Song Zhixu's room, he didn't hesitate and rushed in, using all his strength to carry the unconscious Song Zhixu out of his arms.
Song Zhixu's life was not in danger, but the excessive inhalation of smoke caused damage to her respiratory tract and lungs. She later went abroad to recuperate for more than half a year before slowly recovering.
Before leaving the country, Song Zhixu sought out Tang Ran to express her gratitude, but Tang Ran was called away by Song Wuqi at that time, and left without saying a few words to her.
The brief meeting was too rushed and was quickly forgotten by Tang Ran.
When Tang Ran woke up, she was quite surprised that she could dream about this so clearly.
Tang family.
The assistant handed the newly received package to Tang Ran.
"Mr. Tang, this is an invitation letter from the municipal government to the annual Young Entrepreneurs Exchange Conference."
"Thanks."
Tang Ran opened the invitation, glanced at it, and then casually put it aside.
The Young Entrepreneurs Exchange Conference includes interviews with entrepreneurs, exchange seminars, and the presentation of several annual awards, such as Young Entrepreneur Leader Awards.
Those nominated at the annual Young Entrepreneurs Awards are all young talents in innovative technology industries, or those who have made special contributions to society in fields such as agriculture and healthcare. If a light industry company like theirs goes there, it's just for show.
In her previous life, she wasn't interested and didn't attend, but this time Tang Ran planned to go, as such forum events were a good opportunity to expand her network.
A note from the author:
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I'll be shortening the word count before the "V" part, please forgive me. [Heart][Heart][Heart]
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