Chapter 2276 - 729: Prose Poem_3

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei focused all their attention on Zhang Yan’s love story.

As they ate, they transformed into curious babies, asking all sorts of details.

Zhang Yan gradually opened up, mostly talking about stories from middle school.

A shy young girl, awkward situations, steaming hot walnut milk, and the boy who stood up for her when she was bullied...

On the back seat of the bike, the boy’s wind-filled school uniform wrapped around her grandest secret of youth.

The snow outside the window was falling heavier.

The atmosphere in the attic also became increasingly warm and expectant because of the mysterious male lead about to arrive.

...

Cloud Stream Building, 30th floor.

[Songmei Clothing] was brightly lit, the atmosphere as lively as fire.

The huge open office area had now turned into a temporary command center.

On the large LED data screen at the center.

The GMV (Gross Merchandise Volume) numbers were jumping at a heart-racing speed.

"President Tang."

Operations Director Zhang Wen walked over with two cups of coffee, handing him one.

"The numbers are great. At this rate, we shouldn’t have a problem breaking thirty million in total sales tonight."

"Hmm." Tang Song sipped his coffee, "After Double Twelve, organize a special team in your operations, follow President Gao, and deeply engage in the AI integration project. From user data modeling, intelligent selection, to personalized recommendation, and then to AIGC content production... I hope to see AI infiltrating every aspect of our operations by the end of the year."

Zhang Wen listened, feeling very enthusiastic, nodding vigorously: "Understood! President Tang! I’ll ensure the task is completed!"

Just then, product selection director Li Yueran hurried over in high heels, a hint of urgency on her face: "President Tang, Director Zhang, there’s a small issue."

"What happened?"

"Our main ’Warm Velvet Series’ has several SKUs that are running low in stock." Li Yueran handed over the tablet in her hand.

Tang Song took the tablet, glanced over it briefly, his eyes flickering.

From "Double Eleven" to the current "Double Twelve," with the unexpected blow-up of down jackets, He Yiyi going viral, and the flood of traffic from "Su Yu’s matching style"...

Songmei Clothing had firmly positioned itself at the forefront of the domestic niche fashion e-commerce.

But to advance further and completely shed the "traffic-driven" model to evolve into a truly modern fashion group.

The supply chain was the first hurdle that had to be crossed.

The first challenge was the optimization and diversification of the supply chain.

In this regard, he indeed needed to make adjustments, as described in the [Phase Four Growth Plan Task], to fully integrate CRM, ERP, SCM, and BI into a unified brand platform.

After discussing with the two about a temporary inventory allocation solution, Tang Song quietly stood in front of the data screen, lost in thought.

Just then.

"Ring ring——" A phone ring sounded.

[Xue]

Tang Song raised an eyebrow, walked to a quiet meeting room, and answered the call.

"Good evening, President Tang." Lin Muxue’s laughter-filled voice came from the other end of the line.

"What’s up, Xue?"

"Nothing, just wanted to check if you’re tired from work. It’s Double Twelve today, I watched Yiyi’s live broadcast, the numbers were impressive."

"Hmm." Tang Song smiled, "Is everything over at Chang’an done?"

"Yes, all sorted. I’m returning to Yan City tomorrow. The private jet trip to France Manor has also been fully arranged."

"Thanks for the hard work."

"No worries, it’s a pleasure to serve President Tang." Lin Muxue playfully replied, then paused, her voice suddenly becoming light and serious: "President Tang, I love you."

Tang Song paused, his voice softening too: "Mm, I love you too."

"Then that’s all." Lin Muxue on the other end seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief, her voice returning to a cheerful tone, "Bye-bye President Tang, won’t disturb you any longer!"

"Bye-bye."

Hanging up the phone, Tang Song faintly sensed something seemed off with Xue’s mood tonight.

But he wasn’t sure if it was because she had returned to her hometown, making her emotional, or if there was another issue on her mind.

Perhaps it’s better to talk face-to-face when she returns.

Just as he was about to put away his phone, he noticed two unread messages.

[Shen Yuyan: "BOSS, I’ve got a good grasp of the situation over here at the Xuanji Light Realm, the summary document has been sent to your email. I’m heading back to Yan City tomorrow, looking forward to an in-depth discussion with you again (#kiss)"]

[Lele: "Brother! I’m back in Yan City! Sister Xiao Jing personally picked me up from the station. We’re now having dinner at Teacher Jiang’s house, don’t worry, starting tomorrow, I’ll seriously supervise Teacher Jiang’s weight loss! (#fight)"]

Seeing these messages, all about "returning to Yan City," a gentle smile appeared on Tang Song’s face.

To this city that carried so many of his memories and emotions, he too had a deep attachment.

He replied to both messages.

His gaze unconsciously drifted to the window.

Fine, white snowflakes were gently falling from the pitch-black night sky.

The snow was getting heavier...

Zhang Yan must be very happy now, she has always wanted to see the northern snow.

Tang Song chuckled, turned, and walked back to his office, putting on the coat hanging on the rack.

Dialing Liu Jiayi’s phone, he walked toward the elevator.

...

On the attic terrace, the charcoal fire had long gone out, only leaving a bit of dim red embers flickering.

The three girls nestled in the warm attic, wrapped in the woolen blanket Lin Feifei had found from somewhere.