180: Chapter 181 Yacht Sailing Plan

At the same time, inside the hotel, Jiang Jing had just finished messaging Tong Liya and finalized the important matters for the evening.

He lay on the bed, feeling quite good, but he always felt like something was missing.

Suddenly, he remembered the luxury yacht he had won in the lottery today—the "heart of the ocean".

His heart itched with anticipation; a sudden urge to board the yacht and experience a life of luxury at sea surged within him.

No sooner said than done! He took out his phone and dialed Wang Congcong's number directly.

The call connected quickly, and Wang Congcong's slightly lazy voice came through on the other end: "Hello, Brother Jing? Any instructions?"

"Cong, where are you having fun?" Jiang Jing asked with a smile.

"Heh, where else? At the hotel. Brother Jing, are you guys back from playing?"

"Yeah. Let me ask you something. Do you want to go out to sea?"

"Go out to sea?" Wang Congcong's voice raised instantly, and he became interested. "Of course I do! Brother Jing, do you have a way? Are we renting a yacht?"

"Rent? Why rent?" Jiang Jing said casually. "I happen to have a small boat docked at XX Port. I was thinking of taking it out for a spin, but it's boring with few people. If you want to come, feel free to call some friends along to make it more lively."

Wang Congcong almost jumped up on the other end of the line!

Jiang Jing had a private yacht?

And he was inviting him to go, with the option to bring friends?!

This was like pie falling from the sky!

When it came to playing with these things, he, Wang Congcong, was the best!

Moreover, this was clearly a perfect opportunity for him to get closer to Jiang Jing and do him a favor!

"Come, come, I'm definitely coming!" Wang Congcong agreed excitedly, again and again. "Brother Jing, don't worry, I guarantee I'll arrange everything clearly and make it lively. So... can I really bring some friends?"

"Of course. It's for fun, so the more people, the livelier it is. Just handle it as you see fit," Jiang Jing said readily.

"Got it, leave it to me. I'll definitely make it look impressive for you!" Wang Congcong patted his chest and promised, his voice full of excitement.

After hanging up, Wang Congcong rubbed his hands in excitement. He didn't even look at the resentful little internet celebrity next to him, his mind already racing to calculate who he should call.

The more he thought about it, the more significant he felt this was. He couldn't even wait to call his old man directly, needing to report this news and this opportunity to the old man immediately!

This was a great opportunity to expand his network and consolidate relationships!

On the other end of the line, Old Wang listened to his son, Wang Congcong, excitedly relaying the news that Jiang Jing had invited him to go to sea and allowed him to bring friends. His originally somewhat tired eyes narrowed slowly, and a shrewd light flickered in the depths of his eyes.

This was a very good signal!

First, it showed that Jiang Jing did not reject interacting with his son and was even willing to take the initiative to invite him; this was a form of recognition.

Second, allowing Wang Congcong to bring friends was equivalent to giving the Wang family a favor, a platform to expand their network and consolidate relationships.

This "face" was given just right, and it also showed Jiang Jing's worldly wisdom.

Old Wang's brain started working at high speed, thinking of things far more profound than Wang Congcong's simple desire to play.

He lowered his voice into the phone and muttered a long list of instructions.

It was no longer a simple matter of "who to call to play," but involved which people were worth winning over and which relationships could be deepened through this opportunity.

He even hinted that they could invite one or two "big shots" from the younger generation who had special status and deep cooperation intentions with the Wanda Group, using this to show Jiang Jing the strength and network of the Wang family.

Listening to his father's instructions, Wang Congcong was stunned for a moment and hesitated: "Dad, should I also call Brother XX? This... wouldn't it be a bit too formal? After all, Brother Jing said it was just for fun. Would doing this make him think we have too strong of an agenda? That wouldn't be good, right?"

Old Wang chuckled on the other end of the line, his tone resolute: "Don't worry. What kind of scene hasn't a person of Jiang Jing's level seen? Since he opened his mouth to let you call people, he anticipated all kinds of possibilities."

"This is called leveraging influence. It's beneficial to him, to us, and to the people invited. It's a win-win-win situation. Just do as I say, be natural, and keep a sense of proportion."

Although Wang Congcong didn't necessarily fully understand the deeper meaning behind his father's words, he trusted Old Wang's vision and methods, so he agreed readily: "Okay! I know, Dad. I guarantee I'll handle it beautifully!"

After hanging up the phone, Wang Congcong immediately took action.

He first called a few of his good buddies, such as Lin Gengxin, with whom he had a very close relationship, and Chen He, the life of the party who was particularly good at livening up the atmosphere.

As for women, he didn't call many this time, only carefully selecting a few internet celebrities he favored, known in the circle for high emotional intelligence, being sensible, and keeping their mouths shut, instructing them to seize the opportunity.

With everything arranged properly, Wang Congcong threw his phone aside with satisfaction, happily going back to continue cuddling with his little internet celebrity to catch up on sleep, looking forward to tomorrow's yacht party.

...

At the same time, inside the hotel, Jiang Jing was experiencing a different kind of "battle."

He lay on the bed, holding his phone, fully immersed in an intense battle in the game.

"Damn! Is this jungler an idiot? Does he know how to gank?"

"Support, where are your eyes? Did you plant them on the enemy's high ground?"

"Marksman, output! Are you just standing there waiting to die?"

Jiang Jing operated his hero, swearing, his brows locked in a frown. The situation was clearly intense, or rather, his teammates were terrible.

He would never admit that it was his own positioning error or misjudgment; in any case, it was all the "pig teammates'" fault!

Although everyone's skill might be about the same, online trash-talking is all about momentum!

Whoever is louder has the right of way!

Under his "leadership," the team channel was soon filled with all kinds of "friendly" greetings and voices cursing that "worst jungler."

Just as the battle reached its most intense and chaotic moment, a "ding-dong" sound came from the phone.

It was a message from Tong Liya: "Open the door, I'm here."

Jiang Jing swiped his finger and quit the game directly.

Game? How could a game be more important than the beauty at the door!

He did a kip-up from the bed, walked quickly to the door, and opened it.

Outside the door, Tong Liya stood prettily, her face carrying a hint of freshness after bathing and a faint blush, her eyes moist, containing a certain impatient affection.

She didn't even say a word. The moment she saw Jiang Jing, she reached out to hook her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him passionately!

Her red lips were soft and eager, carrying an irresistible temptation.

Having experienced it once before, she had long been deeply obsessed with the feeling of being completely conquered by Jiang Jing.

Jiang Jing was taken aback by her sudden initiative, then reacted immediately, chuckling low. He immediately took the lead, one hand wrapping around her slender yet elastic waist, the other supporting the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

Between their lips and tongues, the ambiguous atmosphere heated up rapidly.

Jiang Jing picked Tong Liya up horizontally, kicked the door shut with his heel, and strode toward the bedroom.

Tong Liya nestled in his arms, her eyes unfocused, her breathing rapid.

Soon, the subtle sounds of clothing being thrown randomly onto the floor came from the bedroom, followed by even wilder panting and the sound of the mattress struggling under the weight...

The intense "battle" started again, only this time, there were no "pig teammates," only the satisfaction of meeting an equal match.