"I have to go to work." Rong Zhen whispered, "If you don't want to go back, then wait for me here."
Seventeen shook his head, "Where are you going?"
"There will be a symposium in the afternoon." Rong Zhen chuckled, "I have to show up for the last symposium."
"Then go ahead." Shiqi said loosely.
When Rong Zhen was going out, his father happened to come out. Rong Zhen took a breath, stood at the door, and said hello softly, "Dad."
Rong Hancheng nodded and walked in front of him indifferently. There was a burst of footsteps in Rong Zhen's room, the door suddenly opened, and Shi Qi ran out.
"Rongzhen, you will be back in the evening, right?"
Rong Zhen turned around and Qi Qi grabbed his sleeves with both hands, "Will you suddenly disappear? Like my brother?"
"No." Rong Zhen said seriously.
Rong Hancheng had a stern look on his face and glanced sideways at the woman who appeared in his son's room. He felt that his son was ridiculous and had fun regardless of the occasion, which was a disgrace to the Rong family.
Rong Hanchen strode away in front of him, and Rong Zhen followed behind without any explanation.
Rong Zhen only had to attend in the afternoon, but he was only a small officer of the Chamber of Commerce, so he was just a soy saucer. The two rows around the big conference table were the core members of the Chamber of Commerce. Rong Zhen sat beside him.
Among those who go to the periphery are small and medium-sized young entrepreneurs with potential.
Rong Zhen sat for a while and then walked out from the back door. There was someone waiting outside. When Rong Zhen saw that it was someone who had been working at Baihuazhou, he went over to chat.
"How long has the eldest lady of the Tang family lived here?" Rong Zhen asked casually.
The person waiting was the manager of the customer service department. He glanced at Rong Zhen strangely, thinking that this person was quite strange. How could he ask for information so straightforwardly?
But it seems that he came out of the conference hall, at least he is not an unknown person. He may have met the eldest lady by chance, so I would like to ask a few questions out of curiosity.
The account manager's face flickered, but he replied politely, "It's been a while."
"By the way, I want to ask about the adopted son of the Tang family..."
"Sir, I can't talk about this matter. The general manager has told me that we'd better not mention the Tang family's affairs as much as there are many rules in a wealthy family. I think you know a thing or two about it, sir." The customer service manager avoided it with a smile.
"Ms. Tang seems to rarely go out and about. Does she live here alone?" Rong Zhen asked again.
The manager paused for a moment, why is this person so interested in the eldest lady?
"Yes, the eldest lady is resting here. She is not in good health. Everyone in the Tang family has a lot of things to worry about. Only the third wife, the eldest lady's mother, comes over occasionally, but she always leaves at night..." What the manager knows
, in fact, I heard that Miss Tang has lived in the villa for so long, and he has never seen anyone once.
But I occasionally heard her singing at night. When she first sang outside at night in the Baiyuan Garden, everyone in the villa was startled and frightened. Now it's been a long time, and everyone is used to it.
In fact, you can guess that if you are a normal person, you can leave the person alone in that secluded place?
"Well..." Rong Zhen responded thoughtfully.
The manager glanced at Rong Zhen and hesitated to speak. Seeing that there was no one around him, he simply tried to persuade him, "Sir, I see that your appearance and temperament don't look like the kind of person who wants to take shortcuts. He comes from a wealthy family.
There are many daughters. In this capital city, there is a half chance that every ten people on the street will be a rich lady. The Tang family is a powerful family, but you have to keep your eyes open. The eldest lady of the Tang family may be a lunatic.
Mental illness..."
Rong Zhen looked ugly and said with a straight face, "I wonder what your general manager will do to you if you talk behind people's backs like this."
"Sir, I'm doing this for your own good. It's better to look further and look at other families. Mr. Tang's daughter is a lunatic..." Before the manager could finish his words, Rong Zhen punched him.
The man wailed and backed away, only to bump into the decorative porcelain placed on the corridor. The bottle was not small, and the valuable thing was not the big one, but the antique placed above the bottle. It was said to be a cultural relic from the Han Dynasty, made of tempered glass.
It is covered with spotlights that shine upward from the inside of the large piece of porcelain below.
But when the man fell down like this, the whole display shook and hit the ground with a bang, and the pieces scattered all over the floor. The displayed Han Dynasty pottery was also broken into pieces.
The manager wailed in pain, and soon many people gathered around him. There were built-in alarm sensors inside and at the bottom of the cultural relics. Anyone who touched or moved the cultural relics would automatically sound the alarm. So at this moment, the entire villa rang.
The piercing siren sounded, one after another, noisy and harsh.
Rong Zhen wiped his face, took a step back, and looked at the grieving people on the ground.
"I'm sorry." Rong Zhen said in a deep voice, "Miss Tang is not a madman, she is just very simple. Be careful with what you say in the future. If President Tang hears this, he probably won't let you off lightly."
The beaten manager had already sat up, holding antique fragments in both hands, "This is a cultural relic, this is a cultural relic..."
It was sold at a charity auction. It was bought by a businessman who didn't understand its value. He just used it as an ordinary decoration and put it in any house. He didn't buy it because he really liked it, but to make a donation.
, this is a way to collect funds for charity. It is common for businessmen to spend tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands to buy a broken jar that can do nothing in the name of business.
Rong Zhen let out a long sigh. The alarm sounded loudly and could not stop for a while. The meeting in the conference hall could only be temporarily suspended, and people inside came out one after another.
Dozens of well-known entrepreneurs from Beijing and Qinghai gathered here, and Rong Zhen stood in front of them with a calm expression.
Rong Hancheng stepped forward, and everyone in front gave way. Father Rong asked angrily, "What's going on?"
"Sorry, father, President Tang, I was impulsive..."
Rong Hancheng slapped Rong Zhen hard, "It's so disappointing! Get back here!"
Rong Zhen stood still, and Tang Jinteng was silent for a moment and said, "President Rong does not need to be angry about small things." He turned to Rong Zhen and patted him on the shoulder, "Young man, don't be impetuous. Only by being calmer can you achieve great things.
"
"Yes." Rong Zhen responded without mentioning why.
The manager was so frightened that he didn't dare to say a word. He thought that Rong Zhen would blame him for the incident. After all, he was the one who broke the cultural relic after he bumped into it.
Tang Jinteng asked everyone to disperse and not gather together. It was no big deal. The meeting happened to be tense, so he asked everyone to take a break. He comforted Rong Hancheng for a few words, and then left first, letting the father and son talk.
Rong Hancheng looked at his son coldly and sent him away immediately.
"Don't be embarrassed here, go back to Qingcheng!"
