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Chapter 1298 - 896 Dance Troupe

Chapter 1298: 896 Dance Troupe

As people age, they gradually mature, shedding certain flaws originally part of them.

For example, restlessness.

And materialism.

Having gone through the first three tasks, Jiang Chen now faced the fourth strategy task with a kind of calm, carrying an air of "going with the flow."

Being a bootlicker is similar to handling tasks.

It’s all about letting things happen naturally.

And sure enough,

Even without exerting himself to exhaustion, the favorability rating had climbed to 83 points. The target success threshold of 90 seemed not far away now.

In fact,

After many tasks, for the first time, he found himself wanting the favorability rating to increase more slowly.

It might sound like he deserved a beating, but it was indeed the truest reflection of Boss Jiang’s inner thoughts at the moment. After all, he had a series of major tasks to implement.

Governing a great nation is like cooking a small fish.

He suddenly realized that being a bootlicker also had a lot in common with that.

Both required mastering the right timing and heat.

It had to be admitted.

With each challenge he endured and overcame, Boss Jiang had reached new heights in the art of bootlicking, attaining the pinnacle of mastery. Honestly, under the heavens, it was probably safe to say no one could surpass him now.

Just as Boss Jiang was engaged in his daily introspection, summarizing and analyzing, the sound of the office door interrupted him.

Jiang Chen glanced at the Taoist nun sister, who was sitting on the sofa reading a book.

This former Daoist priest, no longer dressed in a Daoist robe, had become a unique presence within Great Wall Group.

She was the only person who could enter and exit the offices of major CEOs without prior notification.

Typically, she would either stay here with Jiang Chen reading books, as she was now, or visit Lan Peizhi to fill the void of siblingly warmth between fellow disciples. Occasionally, if Cao Jinse visited Great Wall, she might call her over to discuss the philosophy of natural Taoism.

"Come in."

Not disturbing the Taoist nun sister, Jiang Chen issued the command, and the office door opened.

A man in a suit, followed by an elegant and stunning woman, walked in.

Both appeared to be in their thirties. From their gestures and demeanor as they entered, it was apparent they were unlike ordinary people.

"General Jiang, hello, I’ve long admired your reputation. I’m Geng Zhida."

Although clearly older than Jiang Chen, this man, exuding wealth and refinement, behaved with great respect—one might even say humility.

Upon hearing his name, Jiang Chen recalled their appointment today. He rose without giving anything away, avoiding airs, and walked out from behind the desk with a smile.

"General Geng, welcome."

The Taoist nun sister seemed as though she had blocked out all five senses. She had always been like this—immune to external distractions—as if the entire world boiled down to just her book. She didn’t even glance up.

Jiang Chen, at times, deeply admired that degree of focus.

If he’d had that kind of discipline back then, getting into Kyoto University would likely have been no problem.

"Whew."

A slightly uneasy Geng Zhida visibly relaxed because of Jiang Chen’s gentle attitude. Naturally, he noticed the quiet woman reading on the sofa, but as a guest, he said nothing, offering only an apologetic look.

"Sorry for imposing on you, General Jiang."

Jiang Chen’s smile remained unchanged. "General Geng, what are you apologizing for? It’s not like I bought a property from Hengsheng."

Geng Zhida’s expression froze momentarily but, having mentally prepared beforehand, he maintained an awkward yet polite smile and quickly diverted the topic.

"General Jiang, this is Bai Jie, Miss Bai."

Following his lead, Jiang Chen looked at the tall, curvaceous woman. With her classic oval face, her beauty matched her name. Her fair complexion resembled the flawless surface of a freshly peeled boiled egg. The length of her legs, accentuated by high heels, made her even more striking.

They say a woman’s prime is in her early twenties, but evidently, that wasn’t always true. Young girls paled in comparison to her. This Miss Bai Jie must have undergone professional training in poise—her simple posture exuded an elegant air that made her pleasing to the eye. The charm she emanated, Jiang Chen thought, could easily render accomplished business moguls powerless before her.

"General Jiang, hello. I didn’t expect you to be so young."

Bai Jie, her skin flawless and luminous despite being past thirty, extended her hand proactively, her melodious voice just as captivating as her looks.

As a gentleman, Jiang Chen smiled and shook hands with her briefly, immediately retracting his hand, even though her hand—no doubt meticulously cared for—must have felt great to touch.

Why did I say ’must have’?

Because he didn’t bother to notice it.

Not due to the Taoist nun sister’s presence.

The Taoist nun sister neither understood nor cared about such matters.

It was purely a matter of personal upbringing.

"What line of work are you in, Miss Bai?"

In Geng Zhida’s presence, Bai Jie clearly had a subordinate role. Before she could answer, he obliged, "Miss Bai is the leader of our Hengsheng Song and Dance Troupe."

The Hengsheng Song and Dance Troupe.

Jiang Chen couldn’t help raising an eyebrow. Upon learning her precise position, he gave Bai Jie a more deliberate evaluation.

She neither acted shy nor avoided his gaze. Composed and dignified, she met his eyes with a smile that revealed a small charming dimple, making it clear why General Geng was so fond of her.

The news of Hengsheng Group’s trillion-yuan debt scandal had rocked society.

Under the nationwide spotlight, many of Hengsheng Group’s hidden secrets began to surface.

The Hengsheng Song and Dance Troupe was one such revelation, becoming a hot topic among netizens due to widespread speculation and gossip.

As someone who was already preparing to take over Hengsheng’s mess, Jiang Chen naturally had some awareness of this news.

Of course,

Netizens love exaggeration.

Entrepreneurs having an interest in arts and performances—isn’t that perfectly legitimate?

And when hosting guests or entertaining business partners, companies need to present decent performances, don’t they?

In fact, many companies have internal performance groups similar to this.

It’s just that before its downfall, Hengsheng Group, with its deep pockets, could afford to maintain a large troupe with dozens of performers. Most companies couldn’t do the same, so they often pooled resources instead.

But General Geng of Hengsheng was different.

If you weren’t a VIP, there was no way his meticulously chosen troupe would entertain you. He even set aside an exclusive floor for the troupe, strictly barring even internal staff from stepping onto it unless they met a certain rank.

Perhaps it was due to this exclusivity that the Hengsheng Song and Dance Troupe became so shrouded in mystery. As a result, after Hengsheng Group’s downfall, online speculation about the troupe never ceased.

"So, you’re the famous Troupe Leader Bai."

Jiang Chen feigned an expression of sudden realization. "I’ve heard your name many times before. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you."

Bai Jie’s oval face blushed faintly with a mix of red and white. "General Jiang, everything people say online is utter nonsense. Our troupe only conducts professional performances within the group."

Next to her, Hengsheng’s second son Geng Zhida vigorously nodded his agreement.

After Hengsheng’s collapse, Hengsheng’s central figure, General Geng, and his eldest son were both taken away. That the second son would step up to take charge was no surprise. But why bring the leader of a song and dance troupe to meet him?

Jiang Chen was not someone who liked to project ill intent onto others. He was willing to believe that Leader Bai and her entire troupe’s engagements at Hengsheng Group were legitimate and honorable.

But.

For the second son to bring along the leader of a song and dance troupe to a meeting with him...

The purpose...

Was probably not entirely innocent, was it?