Chapter 29: Wang Yunping: A Chill Down His Spine

"Ding-dong——"

"[China Merchants Bank] Your account ending in 6800 received RMB 400.00 on April 18 at 06:01."

The 1% critical hit reward failed to trigger, leaving Tang Song feeling a slight sense of regret.

However, looking at the fresh 400 yuan in his account, he quickly beamed with joy, feeling incredibly refreshed.

From today onward, even without working, he would have a net monthly income of 12,000 yuan. It was truly blissful.

Using the restroom, fasted cardio, stretching, skincare, fat-loss meals, and reading.

At 8:30 AM, Tang Song took a thorough shower and changed into a relatively formal outfit.

A gray shirt, a casual jacket, trousers, and leather shoes.

He groomed himself carefully in front of the mirror.

After tidying his hair, he grabbed his car keys and headed downstairs.

He climbed into his beloved Wuling Hongguang, humming a tune, and slowly drove out of the Qingxin Jiayuan residential community toward the warm morning sun.

The sky was clear today, with south winds at levels 1–2 and a high of 25°C—perfect weather for inspecting a property!

...

Yunxi Mansion was a steel-structure complex, standing approximately 185 meters tall with 40 floors above ground and 3 floors below. It was a well-known super high-rise building in the province.

As Tang Song drove into East Street, he could see the towering building shimmering in the sunlight from a distance.

He drove into the above-ground paid parking lot, picked a shaded spot, and carefully reversed into the space.

Tang Song grabbed his document folder, locked the car, and turned to walk toward the main entrance of the building.

It was exactly rush hour.

A continuous stream of men and women walked by, well-dressed and fashionable.

Since the weather had turned completely warm, many women were dressed lightly; their smooth, long legs paired with various styles of stockings and skirts made them look exceptionally striking.

Tang Song straightened his jacket and stepped through the transparent glass doors.

The lobby featured a ceiling height of over 10 meters, with various grand ornaments and fashionable decorations working in harmony. Looking around, one could only feel a sense of magnificence and high style.

Arriving at the lobby reception, Tang Song asked politely, "Hello, excuse me, which floor is the Property Service Department on?"

The female receptionist, dressed in a black uniform, smiled and said, "Hello, sir. The property office is on the 4th floor. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Tang Song weighed his words and said, "I purchased an office here, and the handling of the relevant procedures was entrusted to your company. I am here for the inspection."

Hearing this, the receptionist froze for a moment before replying politely, "Sir, would you mind leaving your name? I will contact my supervisor to confirm."

As employees of the property management company, they were very familiar with the building's situation.

Yunxi Mansion had been completed for over six years, and there weren't many floors available for sale. Furthermore, the buyers were almost always well-known enterprises; individual buyers were extremely rare.

"Tang Song."

"Alright, please wait a moment!"

The receptionist picked up the landline and made a call, briefly reporting the situation.

She then said repeatedly into the phone, "Okay, Manager Ma! I understand!"

After hanging up, her expression immediately became lively and enthusiastic. "Mr. Tang, please wait a moment. Our manager will come down to meet you immediately! There are seats here; if you are tired, please feel free to come in and rest."

"No need, thank you," Tang Song said, waving his hand quickly.

"Then please contact me anytime if you need anything."

"Okay, thank you." After Tang Song spoke, he pretended to look around nonchalantly, feeling quite embarrassed by the woman's sudden enthusiasm.

Outside the transparent glass curtain wall, a black Buick business van pulled up to the drop-off zone.

Immediately after, a familiar figure stepped out.

Tang Song was slightly stunned. Wang Yunping?

It was exactly the Senior Manager from Yunjing Consulting whom he had bumped into at Yanbin Restaurant last time.

With side-parted hair, a well-tailored suit, and a briefcase in hand, he possessed a steady temperament and the air of a successful professional.

As he entered the lobby, Wang Yunping seemed to notice Tang Song standing by the reception and paused his steps.

His gaze swept over him, and he said indifferently, "Mr. Tang, were you invited here by President Xie? I don't recall seeing you on the guest list for today's briefing."

There had been an unpleasant incident that day, but Xie Shuyu had personally explained it to him afterward, so he knew the situation.

A standard tech geek, merely a part-time freelancer for Weiguang Coffee.

Tang Song was taken aback and asked, "Sister Shuyu? Is she coming here for a meeting?"

"Haha, sorry, that is a commercial secret. It is inconvenient to disclose," Wang Yunping said with a light chuckle, shaking his head.

Although he didn't say anything offensive, the mockery in his eyes was undisguised.

Tang Song met his gaze directly and smiled. "Manager Wang truly lives up to his profession in consulting; every word out of your mouth is a 'commercial secret'."

Wang Yunping raised an eyebrow and checked his watch. "My time is very expensive, so I won't waste it here. Goodbye."

Just as he was about to turn away, he saw a group of seven or eight people walking from the direction of the elevators.

Leading them was a stern-looking middle-aged man in a property management uniform, walking briskly toward them.

Wang Yunping took a deep breath, put on a professional and kind smile, and took the initiative to greet him, "Manager Ma, long time no see."

He knew the property manager of Yunxi Mansion; after all, many enterprises here were important clients of theirs, and he visited from time to time.

Manager Ma smiled at him but did not linger, walking straight past with his group.

The group arrived at the reception. Manager Ma gave Tang Song a serious look and solemnly extended his hand, "President Tang, good morning! I am Ma Zijian, the manager of Yunxi Property Management Company."

Tang Song pursed his lips and reached out to give him a firm handshake. "Good morning, Manager Ma."

Ma Zijian bowed slightly and said enthusiastically, "President Tang, I will take you for the inspection now! These gentlemen are the heads of various departments in our property company: Lin Shengfei from the Maintenance Department, Wu Junqiang from the Security Department, Sun Jiajie from the Investment and Development Department... If you have any questions in the future, you can contact us at any time. We guarantee to handle them for you."

"Thank you," Tang Song said, feeling somewhat awkward.

Watching Tang Song being surrounded by a group of people as they walked into the private elevator, Wang Yunping's expression shifted through various stages, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

Aside from Yunxi Mansion, Yunxi Property also managed many other projects developed by Yunxi Real Estate. As the manager of the property headquarters, Ma Zijian's status was quite high, yet he was being this polite to him.

Was this some kind of joke?!

Wasn't he supposed to be a programmer for Jinxiu Trading?

Wasn't he just a part-time freelancer for Weiguang Coffee?

To be treated so solemnly by Ma Zijian, with high-level executives personally coming to welcome him, he had to be at least the head of a well-known enterprise.

Just what was Tang Song's background?

Could it be that he was playing some disgusting game of "playing the pig to eat the tiger" to get close to Xie Shuyu?

As his mind raced with turbulent thoughts, Wang Yunping felt a thick cloud of gloom descending over his head.

He was merely a Senior Manager at Yunjing Consulting; at the end of the day, he was just an employee. Above him were general managers, partners, and senior partners.

If he truly offended someone powerful, he could be fired in a heartbeat.

(End of Chapter)