Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets-Chapter 1572 - 554: Charm 80

Secretary Jin slowly walked into the room, her long hair slightly curled, her gaze clear and profound.

Her eyes landed on him, a complex emotion flickering in them, "President Tang, long time no see."

[Tang Song] lifted his head, a slight smile on his lips, his tone gentle yet devoid of unnecessary emotion: "It seems it hasn’t been long at all."

"22 days, it seems President Tang has been enjoying himself during this time."

"You should know, I’m in my senior year, there are many things I need to handle well." [Tang Song] withdrew his gaze from her legs.

"So, during those days you went to the Imperial City, I didn’t disturb your time alone with your childhood friend."

Secretary Jin walked over to face him, her slender legs crossed, the skin beneath her stockings appearing more clearly.

The air was filled with a fresh and natural scent, understated yet sophisticated, making one feel pleasantly uplifted.

Tang Song showed no sign of change, merely sat calmly on the sofa and said slowly, "For the next 3 years, I’ll be staying at Meigou, and you’ll be the chairman."

Secretary Jin was startled, her expression visibly becoming more animated.

"3 years?"

She softly repeated, a strange light flashing in her eyes.

"Yes, I hope you won’t find me annoying." [Tang Song] rarely jokes.

"I’ll arrange everything for you, what about housing? Where do you plan to stay?"

"You don’t need to worry about that, I already have a place."

Secretary Jin raised her eyebrows slightly, "Oh? Where?"

"Tiantong Garden West District 1, a small 13-square-meter secondary bedroom, very cozy."

[Tang Song] chuckled softly at this point,

Secretary Jin’s eyes twinkled, immediately understanding his meaning, her head slightly bowed, her red lips gently pursed, "President Tang really has a carefree spirit."

She then returned to normal, looked up at him, "Meditation Capital has completed the acquisition of Wisdomech AI, the next step is deep integration with Qingning Technology. The Tang Jin Family Office has also been officially established, I hope President Tang will pay attention to it; it’s our most important asset pool for the future."

"Hmm, very good, the progress is faster than expected." [Tang Song] nodded slightly, "Qingning Technology has already completed preliminary integration, the next focus is on advancing the commercialization of large models.

Smile Holding here, initiated a new fund - AI Computing Power Special Support Program, mainly investing in GPU chip development, data center construction, and AI startup incubation.

Notify Cloud Stream Real Estate to simultaneously build AI industrial parks in major first-tier cities.

... 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

The industry is just beginning, what we need to do is not just invest in AI, but build a complete AI ecosystem.

In 3 years, I want Qingning Technology to become a core power in the global AI field.

Not only Qingning Technology, TY Precision also needs to follow up on basic computing power construction.

GPU chips, data centers, large model training... all these need to be accelerated.

I’ve talked with Ouyang; TY Precision will invest heavily in developing self-researched AI chips.

..."

[Tang Song] spoke calmly and naturally about his plans for the next 3 years.

In summary, his focus for the coming years will be on Qingning Technology and TY Precision.

Financial investment matters will gradually be handed over to Wu Kezhi and Secretary Jin.

Secretary Jin listened to his words, her eyes gradually dimming.

When Tang Song finally stopped, she spoke, "I think your plan is too ambitious. I don’t deny AI’s potential, but the problem is—technology routes are not mature, and market perception is not unified. What if... we bet wrongly?"

Tang Song looked into her fresh and spirited eyes, without saying a word.

Their gazes met, and Secretary Jin seemed unchanged, but her long legs couldn’t help but tilt slightly.

Obviously, her heart wasn’t calm.

After a long while.

Tang Song suddenly stood up, walked behind the desk.

Casually picked up a pen, drew a curve on an A4 paper.

He looked up at her, smiling, "Then let’s make a bet, Secretary Jin."

"What kind of bet?"

Tang Song gripped the pen tightly, his tone gentle yet indisputable: "Bet whether my prediction is wrong."

"What’s the stake?"

"A ’personal directive’." He paused, adding: "If you win, you can give me a ’personal directive’ at any time, no matter what you ask me to do, I won’t refuse."

"Personal directive..." Secretary Jin looked at him, a strange emotion flashing in her eyes, "Anything? Are you sure?"

"Of course, even..." Tang Song paused, meaningfully saying: "Taking the stage together with you, making an announcement, I won’t refuse, but it’s limited to me."

Secretary Jin’s fingers clenched slightly, intense ripples appearing deep in her eyes.

She retorted, "What if I lose?"

"If you lose, you must also accept a personal directive from me." Tang Song gently pushed the paper in front of her.

Leaning forward, his breath subtly close to her ear, full of pressure: "So, Smile, will you accept it?"

Secretary Jin looked at the paper in her hand, several names flashed in her mind.

"Alright, President Tang, I accept."

She took the pen from his hand, "shushed" signing her name with a smooth and decisive gesture.

Then, she looked at Tang Song, her long, beautiful legs crossed over each other, "If you win, I will also comply with your personal directive, able to do anything for you."

"This pen is yours, I’ll take it back when I need it later."

...

October 20, 2023, Friday, sunny, 7~20℃.

Shortly after 6 a.m., Tang Song slowly woke up from his sleep.

"Ding! [Secretary Jin’s plot easter egg] has ended, you have gained the call permission for [Secretary Jin], please confirm the time to enable it within 5 hours."