"Of course, Master Rong is really sensible. Rourou hopes you will take more care of him in the future." Yao Zhi was polite to Rong Jincheng.

"My family doesn't speak two languages, and I'm not a very good person. Maybe Mrs. Han has heard from others that I used to be quite playful. I just hope it's not too late to meet Rourou now."

"Young people, who hasn't loved playing yet?" Yao Zhi said, "I heard from my husband that Master Rong has a good temper and a good personality, which is rare."

"That's a lot of praise." Rong Jincheng said modestly, "I'm embarrassed to praise you so much. I'll go buy something later and see Mr. Han."

"There's no need to spend money, just come. I heard that Yurou is on a business trip, but I don't know if she's back."

"She's back. I arranged a place for her. It's good. You don't have to worry about her. I will take good care of her. Mrs. Han, just take good care of Mr. Han."

"Yes Yes."

Rong Jincheng chatted with Yao Zhi for a while.

Rong Jincheng always had a sweet mouth, and he was very good at making people, so he made Yao Zhi like him very much.

After hanging up the phone, Rong Jincheng clicked his tongue twice.

He knows that he has good looks and can easily make people happy.

But after hanging up the phone, a layer of frost-like indifference brewed in his eyes and condensed into ice.

I don't know how long it took, but a servant ran in.

"Master, a guest is coming."

"Take him to the collection room and sit for a while. I'll be right back."

"good."

Rong Jincheng stood up, knowing that Meng Chen was here.

After he straightened his clothes and hair and made sure he looked handsome, he walked out confidently.

The collection room in Jinyuan is simple and elegant, with many ancient books and artifacts on display, and the walls are covered with calligraphy and paintings by famous artists.

There was a bouquet of flowers flown from the Netherlands on the table, which became the only life in the collection room.

Rong Jincheng doesn't know much about literary works, so buying these is just for show.

After all, he discovered that this is what rich people do.

I don’t have many collections at home, and I’m embarrassed to say that I have money.

Also, it feels good to buy things, especially when you spend a lot of money.

Anyway, it was his father's money that was spent. If it was not wasted, it would not be spent. He couldn't take it with him when he died.

For example, the painting by Shen Zhou in the collection room, although he couldn't figure out why, but he spent 30 million to steal it from someone else at the auction.

30 million hanging on the wall, it looks really good.

Rong Jincheng is quite satisfied with his collection room.

After thinking about it, Rong Jincheng walked to the collection room.

The servant is inviting Meng Chen to drink tea.

Meng Chen had met Rong Jincheng at some wine parties before, so he was not a stranger to him.

In his impression, Rong Jincheng was the center of attention wherever he went, attracting bees and butterflies.

However, Meng Chen has never been interested in these second-generation ancestors and has never paid attention to them.

Unexpectedly, one day, he would deal with a second-generation ancestor.

"Hello, Mr. Meng." Rong Jincheng stretched out his hand.

Meng Chen shook his hand politely: "Okay."

"What do you think of my collection room, Mr. Meng? I will give it to Mr. Meng if you like it."

"I'm not very interested in these." Meng Chen said bluntly.

"That's a pity. Mr. Meng holds a high position in the Qiao family. It stands to reason that he should be corrupt. No, he has made a lot of money. Buying some collections can show his unique taste."
Chapter completed!