The bedroom light was turned back on, enveloping Tang Song in a warm yellow glow.

He didn’t immediately check the newly triggered task but reopened that video with a rough texture, full of nostalgia.

Quietly watching the familiar yet unfamiliar self in the video.

Eighteen-year-old him, high-spirited, with eyes full of undisguised longing for the future.

Beside him, were classmates who were noisily and kindly teasing;

Outside the window, was the bright and dazzling summer sunlight;

In his heart, he fantasized about the wonderful life at university.

At that time, he firmly believed he would get better and better, believed that one day, he would meet his first love at the agreed peak meeting.

And it was precisely because those memories were so beautiful that, later, when he left the Imperial City, bid farewell to his first love, and his life plunged into the abyss, seeing Deng Yazi’s graduation photo in her social media would cause such piercing pain.

That sense of helplessness when dreams are utterly crushed by reality almost swallowed him whole.

Fortunately, dreams came true, and game assets materialized in reality.

Now... 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

The once unreachable first love has returned to his side.

Those seemingly unrealistic youthful boasts are gradually becoming reality.

He has even far exceeded the boldest expectations of his younger self.

Tang Song exhaled a long breath, a surge of immense and nearly boiling emotion and pride rising within him.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

[Deng Yazi: "I’ve always wanted to see those old friends again and see how they’re doing. But everyone is busy, and being far apart, meeting isn’t easy. Seeing you now today, I’m truly full of emotions; the little Song from back then has unknowingly become so outstanding. I’m really happy for you! You truly are someone I believed in!"]

Tang Song looked at her straightforward and candid words, a warm smile appearing on his face.

He typed and replied: "Thank you, Yazi, it was a delightful surprise to see you today, and I appreciate you keeping those precious photos and videos."

[Deng Yazi: "I often take them out to look at what we had back then, really nostalgic, really nostalgic. Oh dear, I must finish now, our editor is urging for submissions again, got to rush my work. You should rest early, see you tomorrow."]

Tang Song: "See you tomorrow."

Putting down the phone, Tang Song leaned on the headboard, lost in thought.

After a long time, his eyes regained calmness and profoundness.

He opened the system interface to view the task details.

This branch task was not as simple as it appeared.

The task description used "implement a strategic investment intention" and "shaking the local industry pattern."

This is not something that can be accomplished by merely signing an investment contract or donating a teaching building.

Quan City, after all, is an independent economic entity with millions of people.

To truly "shake" its industrial pattern, what is needed is not just a massive amount of funds but also top-level strategic design, vast resource integration capabilities, and political wisdom to engage deeply with local government.

Every part of this is full of challenges and uncertainties.

But precisely because of this is why it enhances one’s abilities and perspective.

He now stands on the key threshold of "Charm 90" transformation.

Indeed, such a true, heavyweight "business and politics practice" is needed to improve his capability and perspective.

Moreover, "returning to hometown," is probably the ultimate romance fantasized by every ambitious man.

The enormous sense of achievement from personally changing the homeland’s appearance is undoubtedly unparalleled.

This isn’t just completing a task; it’s also fulfilling a past dream.

Tang Song’s lips slightly curled, his eyes brimming with youthful vigor.

Picking up the phone again, he directly dialed Shen Yuyan’s number.

"Doo doo doo—" The phone rang a few times and was soon answered.

From the receiver, Shen Yuyan’s deliberately lowered sweet voice quickly came through: "Hello... President Tang, calling me so late, do you need me to handle some ’special’ private matters for you?"

Tang Song chuckled lightly, not responding to her tease, directly saying: "Shirley, notify Rongliu Investment’s Chen Weitian to organize an investment team of about five people, focusing on semiconductor materials and new energy hardware. Team members are required to have relevant industry backgrounds and experience in connecting with government guidance funds, have them report to me face-to-face in Quan City tomorrow afternoon."

On the other end of the phone, Shen Yuyan was clearly taken aback, her voice instantly becoming professional and crisp: "Okay, President Tang! I’ve noted that!"

"Hmm." Tang Song paused for a moment, continuing: "Also, about tomorrow’s meeting with Mayor Li, I plan to lead efforts in setting up an industrial fund in Quan City. Shirley, prepare for this, the project will be entrusted to you for preliminary docking work in the future."

"...Thank you, President Tang, for your trust, I won’t let you down."

Tang Song could clearly hear Shen Yuyan’s rapid and chaotic breathing.

...

Zhende Hotel, Room 706.

The room was brightly lit, the air filled with the unique mix of coffee and instant noodles, a scent belonging to "working dogs."

Deng Yazi rubbed her tired eyes, fingers flying across the keyboard of her laptop.

On the screen was the news draft for tomorrow’s First Middle School anniversary celebration.

She was carefully considering the wording on the "outstanding alumni returning home" paragraph.

"Yazi, I can’t take it anymore!" Beside her, a girl with a bun hairstyle let out a wail, "How many revisions has this been? What more does he want to change!"