Corporate slave? Pshaw, I'm the richest woman now!

"I never expected Miss Tang to have such beautiful handwriting. It is rare to see someone who practices the Slender Gold style. Although it is slender, it does not lose its flesh. Every large character can show a graceful and elegant bone structure. It can be described as a secluded orchid and bamboo forest, where cranes sing together."

Naturally, one can also see the writer's firm hand and their rather aloof inner world.

"You are ridiculous."

Tang Tang took another sip of tea. "They're just some shady stuff."

This is indeed an unconventional approach.

Calligraphy exhibitions often have entry barriers and hierarchical distinctions.

The Slender Gold style has never been valued, and was even regarded by orthodox calligraphy as heresy and a strange and ingenious technique.

But Tang Tang just happens to like the Slender Gold style of calligraphy.

Part of it came from my teenage years, influenced by a small business owner who ran an antique shop in West Lake and later became an underground worker.

The rest is because she genuinely likes the Slender Gold style of calligraphy.

However, she also likes to speak frankly and openly.

Tang Tang slightly raised her eyes and met the gaze of the middle-aged man in front of her, whose eyes were filled with fine lines. Those eyes were solemn yet gentle, as if they had been through many hardships and experiences.

She said, "I am willing to donate all the antiques I have previously purchased to the country."

Song Chengshu's hand holding the teacup trembled, spilling some tea that soaked his hand, but he didn't care.

"Miss Tang, are you serious?"

He stared intently at Tang Tang, at the girl whose face still held a hint of childishness, and said incredulously, "That's an antique worth nearly 200 billion US dollars."

That's equivalent to 1400 billion RMB.

That's hundreds of billions of RMB!

Even his weathered heart couldn't help but tremble.

“It is indeed a lot,” Tang Tang nodded in agreement, her hair swaying playfully with his movements, “but I have no use for keeping these.”

"What would be useful to Miss Tang?"

Song Chengshu immediately understood the implied meaning, leaned forward slightly, and looked at Tang Tang, "Miss Tang, within certain limits, I can make a promise to you."

Seeing her usually serious boss suddenly become so anxious, Tang Tang couldn't help but chuckle.

"I don't have any special requirements."

She shook her head and whispered, "I am Chinese, I am everywhere, it's just that my current identity..."

She looked at Song Chengshu, the fifty-something-year-old second-in-command of the National Security Bureau, and said, "I know that China does not allow dual citizenship, but my current status cannot be changed, and at the same time, I do not want to lose my roots."

Her name is Tang Tang, with black hair and black eyes, and that has remained unchanged from beginning to end.

She is now caught in the trap; although she is the one who set it up, she is also a participant in it.

Given her current contributions, obtaining Chinese citizenship would be very easy.

But her ambitions now extend far beyond this; in the days to come, she will embark on another path toward honor.

That path will make countless enemies and be extremely sensitive.

If she had still held Chinese citizenship at that time, her actions might one day become a weapon used by certain countries to attack China.

Therefore, she can no longer openly possess Chinese citizenship, nor will she ever do so in the future.

If Tang Tang were to establish a new regime someday, her family tree would have to be separated.

However, in private...

Tang Tang looked at the middle-aged man with bright eyes, her voice filled with anticipation, "Am I fortunate enough to be this special case?"

Song Chengshu was now in a bit of a predicament.

If Tang Tang wanted some convenience, whether in business or in her personal life, he could make the decision.

However, when it comes to nationality, that's a different issue altogether.

His case concerns the ownership of a person and also involves relevant jurisdiction, which is outside the scope of national security, so he can't intervene immediately.

So he frowned and looked at the girl opposite him.

The girl's black hair was easily tied up with a sandalwood hairpin, and she wore a soft, moon-white cheongsam. On her snow-white wrist was a jade bracelet in a clear water color, full of Chinese style.

Apart from his purple eyes, he looks completely Chinese no matter how you look at it.

And that's 1400 billion RMB!

So he gritted his teeth and said, "I will do my best to help Miss Tang communicate. Even if the principle cannot be changed, I will definitely meet Miss Tang's requirements in other aspects."

Tang Tang chuckled, "In that case, I do have a few things to do."

Song Chengshu breathed a sigh of relief, "Miss Tang, please speak freely!"

While it's impossible to completely compensate Ms. Tang for her financial loss, it can be made up for in other ways!

“I also have several businesses in China,” Tang Tang said casually, “but I’m unfamiliar with the place and people there, and I’m worried about encountering policies I don’t understand.”

Director Song understood Tang Tang's meaning and immediately clapped his hands, saying, "That's easy. I wonder what businesses Miss Tang owns? I can notify the relevant departments, and they will definitely give Miss Tang the green light."

Tang Tang nodded, then added with a hint of assurance, "You can rest assured, I'm not short of money, so I will definitely stay online and won't make things difficult for anyone."

That's a good feeling.

Come to think of it, they really don't lack money; that's 1400 billion!

Having lived most of his life, Song Chengshu had never seen anyone donate more than 1000 billion yuan at a time.

There was really no way around it; he now viewed this mysterious yet youthful girl through a special, god-like lens.

“Since we’re on the topic,” Tang Tang suddenly touched her chin and tilted her head slightly, “I’m going back to China soon, and I’ll be going to A University for the new semester.”

Song Chengshu, who hadn't finished reading the documents because Tang Tang's appearance was too fast and too coincidental, almost lit up his serious eyes.

"It is an honor for us to have Miss Tang come to A University, but we are wondering if the National Security Bureau needs to take responsibility for Miss Tang's safety?"

Although it is called national security, it is not just about maintaining national security.

They also have the responsibility of protecting important figures in other areas.

Tang Tang is now this important person.

They could even arrange for a few more people to go to university together in order to protect Tang Tang.

“No need,” Tang Tang shook her head and smiled slightly. “Just treat me like an ordinary person. I just want to enjoy a few years of university life.”

"Given Miss Tang's life experience and family background, it would be difficult for her to become an ordinary student."

Song Chengshu shook his head and sighed, and his conversation with Tang Tang gradually relaxed.

Having discussed Tang Tang's requirements and gained a general understanding of her needs, Song Chengshu finally felt relieved.

"Miss Tang, in that case, I, Song, would like to take this opportunity to wish you a pleasant campus life."

Although Tang Tang said she didn't need national security protection, Song Chengshu couldn't possibly not send special personnel to accompany her; the only difference was whether it was overt or covert.

Tang Tang was aware of this situation, but with Tang Rou and Tang Xiao by her side, she didn't need to worry about her safety at all.

Moreover, by now, she's practically on the side of the nation.

She's in the country, what is she afraid of?