Tea ceremony is an elegant art, skilled tea art masters fiddling with exquisite tea sets, and after a series of processes, they serve a cup of fragrant frozen oolong.
Fiona took a sip and did not comment on the quality of the tea, but instead made a straightforward approach.
"Mr. Rong, do you want to buy the building in the city center?"
In recent days, she has been dealing with the family's domestic business in Kyoto. He Si once contacted her about this matter. She was too busy at that time, so she agreed to discuss it and wait until she returns to Ningcheng today to have a detailed discussion.
Rong Li held the edge of the table with both hands, "Yes."
"Why?" The delicate jade fingers clasped the small teacup with white jade, which complemented each other and was very pleasing to the eye.
Rong Li said bluntly, "Give it to my fiancée."
He gave summer warmth, and together, the company's foothold should not be hanging.
Fiona's blue eyes were filled with interest, "You are so nice to your fiancée."
Rong Li didn't follow her words and continued, he would not talk about his relationship with warmth in front of outsiders.
"Ms. Chen may have heard of it. I originally planned to withdraw summer from Huanyu, but the new office building temporarily had a temporary problem, which affected the relocation plan." This is his purpose today, "the building in the city center has been around for the past year. It has been completed, but has not been put into use so far. As far as I know, it is because your father denied the original plan and did not propose a new plan later. So I think, instead of letting it be wasted, it is better to choose a good opportunity and let it go It plays its maximum effect. What does Miss Chen think?"
The Roschild family is rich, but who would think it’s too much money?
Fiona leaned against the table with both hands, "Mr. Rong, if you rent it, I can promise you now, but what you mean is to buy it and become your property. This may be difficult, and that building is in the middle of the building. The bustling city center, the excellent location, its value-added space... I believe that no need for me to say, Rong Shao can understand."
Since its completion to today, its value has increased. Nowadays, housing prices are rising rapidly. If Rong Li is allowed to buy out completely, he will indeed be able to make a large amount of money now. In addition to the investment cost, the profit will be quite considerable, but in the future As the rise is rising, the Roschild family can only watch.
Businessmen are all very careful.
In her words, she had already revealed the intention of refusing to buy and sell.
Rong Li did not see any hurricane, and maintained a calm and gentle atmosphere. "Ms. Chen made sense, but Rosseld's focus was in Europe. At first, the building was built, because your father wanted to set up a branch in China, but later In fact, he put it aside because he thought it was unnecessary."
After a brief pause, Rong Li added: "As for the value-added space, it seems considerable at the moment, but the rise and fall of housing prices have always been impermanent. Moreover, there are not many companies in Ningcheng that can afford to rent... Miss Chen, I am willing to pay double the price to buy it.”
Double, that's a sky-high price!
Rosseld made a lot of money!
Fiona suddenly squeezed the teacup tightly, her expression mixed with a hint of complexity.
"Mr. Rong, I am frank, you are no longer the President of Huanyu. Is it worth it to just use 20% of your shares and summer to buy an office building and give it to your fiancée?"
She made a more tactful statement. To put it bluntly, do you have that much money?
Rong Li crossed his fingers, "This is my promise to her."
Give her the best.
Anyway, he has this ability!
This man is so domineering!
A promise made Fiona's face slightly change. She lowered her eyes, and the clear yellow and transparent tea reflected her beautiful eyes.
"I really envy your fiancée for meeting such a good man."
She held the teacup and toasted, "I will contact my father later. As long as he agrees, I will be fine."
Rong Li gently pursed his graceful thin lips, raised his glass, and replaced wine with tea.
"Miss Chen is working hard."
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When Rong Li met Fiona, Wen Xin was too idle, so she decided to find something to do. After thinking for a while, she simply cleaned it up.
Every day, the housekeeping company staff came to clean the villa, and it was clean everywhere. She was just holding a rag and symbolically plastering dust.
After cleaning the bedroom, she continued to go to the study.
The computer has a power-on password. He told her a long time ago that Wenxin turned on the computer first and prepared to clean it while listening to music.
She held the rag, hummed in her mouth, and carefully wiped the desk.
Men don’t like to place too many things on their desks. Basically, they are computers, telephones, and a series of electronic products necessary for office work. The only thing that has something to do with the interest of life is her photo.
It was her shameless place here, and it was called "He could see her as soon as he raised his eyes, and he would always think of her, and the man would accommodate her.
In the photo, she stood in a sea of blue flowers, with blue sky and white clouds, and beautiful artistic conception. It is the photo published in a travel magazine.
She told Rong Li at that time that they would be together again because of this photo, so it was particularly memorable.
I carefully wiped everything on my desk spotlessly and clapped my hands warmly and satisfiedly.
The study room is very large, and I feel that it is fine to change it slightly and be a small conference room.
There were a few pieces of information on the coffee table, which she placed there, about opening a studio.
Wenxin packed it up one by one, opened the drawer of the coffee table, and put the information in it for the time being.
She saw a remote control in the drawer, and was curious and took it out.
"What is this to control?" she looked over and over again and said to herself.
There are many automated control things at home. Wenxin sat on the sofa and looked at the remote control for a while. She suddenly remembered what it was for.
Pressing the power button, she looked at the wall opposite, slowly opening a gap in the center, and then spreading to both sides, revealing the oversized LCD screen inside.
Rong Li sometimes uses it to hold video conferences, but she has watched movies with it before, with clear picture quality and excellent effect.
Thinking that the study was almost cleaned up, Wen Xin decided to spend time watching a movie.
There is only one video in the local folder, with the date as the name, and she took a look at it, it was January two years ago.
Wenxin didn't remember it for a moment. It was a video he took her to Tahiti for vacation. Until she was curious, she saw the picture, heard her own voice, and those memories became vivid in an instant.
Wenxin was stunned.
She had never expected that Rong Li would store the video here.
The girl in the camera smiled happily and was written on her face.
Warm heartbeats a little fast.
"It's warm, come and try how this pudding tastes." Aunt Qiao came in with the fruit milk pudding she made on a tray.
She knew that Wenxin liked desserts and had learned to make several things recently.
Wen Xin put down the remote control, "Is it already done?"
Aunt Qiao put the pudding on the coffee table. When she saw Wen Xin watching the video, she couldn't help but ask: "Why do you think of this?"
Wenxin took a spoon and scooped a small piece of pudding, "Have you seen it?"
Will Rong Li show their videos to Aunt Qiao?
"I've seen the young master." Aunt Qiao sat next to her and sighed softly, "And more than once."
"Hmm?" Wen Xin swallowed the things in her mouth, "More than once?"
Judging from her confused appearance, Aunt Qiao knew that she should not know how crazy Rongli has been in the past two years.
"Yes, Wenxin, after you disappeared, the young master will watch this video every day, and often watch it repeatedly within a day." When talking about the past, Aunt Qiao's eyes were slightly warm.
Wen Xin's hands stiffened and the pudding in the spoon fell back into the bowl.
"he……"
She never asked how he came here in the past two years!
Aunt Qiao said softly: "In the first two or three months, Mr. Jian was afraid that something would happen to the young master, so he followed him every day. The young master was in the study and he accompanied him... Once, Mr. Jian told me that he could already do this video.
He recited every word you said, but the young master..." Aunt Qiao paused and choked slightly, "Young master has been insisting on... Warm, you have never seen the young master at that time, just like there is no soul
...If you don't come back, the young master may just live like this for the rest of his life..."
Aunt Qiao wiped her eyes and looked at Wen Xin who was silent, but found that tears had wet her beautiful little face, and crystal tears fell into the bowl one by one, splashing a circle of water stains on the coffee table.
Aunt Qiao was panicked and hurriedly advised her: "Don't cry, Wen Xin, did I say something wrong? Don't cry..."
Wen Xin was pampered by Rong Li in his heart. He was reluctant to say anything heavy on weekdays. Suddenly, she was crying by a few words, and Aunt Qiao was in a hurry.
Wenxin let go of the spoon in her hand and didn't see a tissue, so she wiped her tears with the back of her hand.
"I...I'm fine...It's fine..." She choked up so hard that she couldn't make a sentence.
She wanted to hold back, but tears didn't listen to her greetings and rushed out desperately.
Just think about it, when he watched the video alone every day, her heart felt ache and suffocated.
When Rong Li came back, Aunt Qiao took the initiative to explain to her "disaster".
Rong Li didn't blame Aunt Qiao for being too talkative, so he went upstairs to the study to find Wen Xin.
Pushing open the door, a familiar voice came into his ears, and he looked in the direction of the screen, and he was already familiar with the content played inside.
The silly girl was sitting on the sofa, curled up in a small ball. Since she was facing her back, she didn't know what expression she had on her face.
However, after hearing from Aunt Qiao, she cried so hard that her eyes and noses should be all red.
With his backhand lightly closed the door, he let go of his tie and walked towards her.
"Warm." He called her softly.
She shook, as if she was frightened, and then turned her head.
Sure enough, tears were covered with faces.
The man's eyes were covered with a sweet look, warm eyes were sour and his voice was dumb, "Rong Li."
As he approached, he saw her huddled barefoot on the sofa, her white pants, and a trace of water was stained.
How long has she cried?
As soon as he sat down, he climbed onto him warmly and dependently into his arms, his wet little face pressed against his neck, regardless of whether the man had a cleanliness.
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Updated today, and there will be two updates tomorrow