PFC Chapter 1382 Replacement
Chapter 1382 Replacement
"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's a symposium this afternoon." Rong Zhen chuckled. "I have to attend the last symposium."
"Then go ahead." Seventeen said.
When Rong Zhen was leaving, his father came out. Rong Zhen took a deep breath, stood at the door, and greeted him softly, "Dad."
Rong Hancheng nodded and walked in front indifferently. There was a sound of footsteps in Rong Zhen's room, the door suddenly opened, and Seventeen ran out.
"Rong Zhen, you will be back in the evening, right?"
Rong Zhen turned around and Seventeen grabbed his sleeves with both hands. "Will you suddenly disappear? Like my brother?"
"No." Rong Zhen said seriously.
Rong Hancheng frowned and glanced sideways at the woman who appeared in his son's room. He thought his son was ridiculous. He was seeking pleasure regardless of the occasion and was bringing shame to the Rong family.
Rong Hancheng strode away in front, and Rong Zhen followed him without much explanation.
Rong Zhen had to attend the meeting that afternoon, but he was only a minor official at the Chamber of Commerce, so he was essentially just a bystander. The two rows of people sitting around the large conference table were all the Chamber of Commerce's core members. Rong Zhen sat on the periphery, among the people who were all promising young small and medium-sized entrepreneurs.
Rong Zhen sat for a while and walked out from the back door. There was someone waiting outside. Rong Zhen saw that it was someone who had been working in Baihuazhou, so he went over to chat with him.
"How long has Miss Zhuang lived here?" Rong Zhen asked casually.
The person waiting was the manager of the customer service department. He looked at Rong Zhen strangely and thought that this person was quite strange. Why would he ask for information so directly right from the start?
But it seemed that he came out of the conference hall, so at least he was not an unknown person. Maybe he saw the young lady by chance, so he asked a few questions out of curiosity.
The account manager's expression flickered, but he politely replied, "It's been a while."
"By the way, I want to ask about the Zhuang family's adopted son..."
"Sir, I can't talk about this. The general manager has told us that we should not talk about the banker's affairs. There are many rules in wealthy families, and I think you know a thing or two about them." The customer service manager avoided the question with a smile.
"Miss Zhuang seems to seldom go out. Does she live here alone?" Rong Zhen asked again.
The manager paused for a moment. Why was this guy so interested in the eldest lady's affairs?
"Yes, the eldest lady is recuperating here. She is not in good health. Everyone in the Zhuang family has a lot of things to do. Only the third wife, the eldest lady's mother, comes here occasionally, but she leaves at night..." What the manager knew was actually heard from others. Miss Zhuang had lived in the villa for so long, but he had never seen her once.
But I could occasionally hear her singing at night. At first, when she sang outside in the Hundred Flowers Garden, everyone in the villa was startled and scared. But now, after a long time, I guess we've gotten used to it.
In fact, we can guess that if it is a normal person, would he leave someone alone in such a secluded place?
"Hmm..." Rong Zhen responded thoughtfully.
The manager glanced at Rong Zhen, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Seeing that there was no one around, he simply spoke out in persuasion, "Sir, from your looks and temperament, you don't look like someone who would seek shortcuts. There are many daughters of wealthy families. In Beijing alone, there's a 50% chance that every daughter you see on the street is a daughter of a wealthy family. The Zhuang family is a powerful family, but you have to keep your eyes open. The eldest daughter of the Zhuang family might be a lunatic, mentally ill..."
Rong Zhen's face turned ugly, and he said with a sullen face, "I wonder how your general manager will deal with you for talking behind people's backs like this."
"Sir, I'm doing this for your own good. You should look further ahead and look at other families. Mr. Zhuang Sanye's daughter is a lunatic..." Before the manager could finish his words, he was punched by Rong Zhen.
The man wailed and backed away, bumping into a decorative porcelain piece placed in the corridor. The bottle was not small, but the valuable thing was not the large piece, but the antique placed above the bottle, which was said to be a cultural relic from the Han Dynasty. It was covered with tempered glass and was illuminated by a spotlight from inside the large piece of porcelain below.
But when that person fell, the whole exhibit shook and fell to the ground with a bang. The fragments were scattered all over the ground, and the Han Dynasty pottery on display was also broken into pieces.
The manager howled in pain, and soon a crowd gathered around. The artifact had built-in alarm sensors inside and on its base; anyone touching or moving it would automatically sound the alarm. So, for a moment, the entire villa was filled with shrill alarms, one after another, a cacophony of piercing sirens.
Rong Zhen wiped his face, took a step back, and looked at the grieving person on the ground.
"I'm sorry." Rong Zhen said in a deep voice, "Miss Zhuang is not crazy, she is just very simple. Be careful with your words in the future. If President Zhuang hears this, he probably won't let you off easily."
The manager who had been beaten had already sat up, holding the antique fragments in his hands, "This is a cultural relic, this is a cultural relic..."
Sold at a charity auction, these items were bought by merchants who didn't understand their value and simply placed them in their homes as decorative objects. They didn't buy them out of genuine love, but as donations, a way to raise funds for charities. It's not uncommon for merchants to spend tens or even hundreds of thousands of yuan on a broken, useless jar in the name of something.
Rong Zhen sighed deeply. The alarm was deafening and would not stop for a while. The meeting in the conference hall had to be temporarily interrupted and people inside came out one after another.
Dozens of prominent entrepreneurs from Beijing and Qingdao gathered here, and Rong Zhen stood in front of them with a calm expression.
Rong Hancheng stepped forward, and everyone in front of him gave way. Rong's father asked angrily, "What's going on?"
"I'm sorry, Father, President Zhuang, I was impulsive..."
Rong Hancheng immediately slapped Rong Zhen hard, "How disappointing! Get back here!"
Rong Zhen stood still. Zhuang Zhoucheng was silent for a moment and said, "It's a small matter. President Rong, there's no need to be angry." He turned to Rong Zhen and patted him on the shoulder. "Young man, don't be impatient. Only by being calm can you achieve great things."
"Yes." Rong Zhen responded without saying why.
The manager was so frightened that he didn't dare to make a sound. He thought Rong Zhen would put the blame on him, after all, it was he who bumped into the cultural relics and broke them.
Zhuang Zhoucheng asked everyone to disperse and not gather together. He said it was nothing serious and the meeting was tense, so he asked everyone to take a break. He comforted Rong Hancheng a few more times and then left to let the father and son talk.
Rong Hancheng looked at his son coldly and sent him away immediately.
"Stop embarrassing yourself here and go back to Kyoto!"