Rong Jincheng wanted to hear this sentence, so he immediately closed the document: "Continue in the afternoon."

"Okay, have a meal at Qiao's restaurant at noon today?" Qiao Sinian's tone was still a host-like gentleman, without much emotional fluctuation.

"Yes, I heard that Qiao's top restaurant tastes comparable to a state banquet." Rong Jincheng smiled.

"Then let's go, I can take you to try some of the special dishes of Joe."

Qiao Sinian stood up, with straight and slender legs under his black suit pants. He buttoned up the suit buttons and took Rong Jincheng to the restaurant.

Rong Jincheng followed Qiao Sinian.

He had to admire this man, who was calm in the face of danger, had no look of panic on his face, and even took him to a restaurant for dinner.

"Mr. Qiao, I have a few bottles of red wine in my house. It is from the Brondon Manor in France. It has some vintages and has a very mellow taste. If I don't dislike it, I will ask my assistant to pick it up." Rong Jincheng put away his little personality.

"Then I'm happy to try it." Qiao Sinian said.

The two walked side by side towards the elevator entrance, followed by the Qiao and Rong's upper-level buildings.

Rong Jincheng immediately ordered his assistant to go back and pick it up.

However, just as the elevator came down, Rong Jincheng's cell phone rang and Jinyuan called.

"Sorry, Mr. Qiao, I'll answer the phone." Rong Jincheng answered the phone.

"Mr. Rong, Miss Han is going to go out."

"It's raining so heavily, where is she going?"

"Saying it was a good friend's birthday, she was going to congratulate her."

"Good friend?" Rong Jincheng narrowed his eyes, "Which good friend is his name?"

"I, I didn't dare to ask."

Rong Jincheng thought for a while, his eyes were filled with a dark and cold light: "Don't stop her, let her go and send someone to follow."

"Okay, understand."

The people in Jinyuan hung up the phone, and a sinister flashed in Rong Jincheng's eyes.

I want to play tricks with him again.

A friend's birthday?

The elevator stopped on the top floor of Qiao's family, and Qiao Sinian took Rong Jincheng to the restaurant.

The air is filled with fragrance, and the ground is covered with top-quality velvet carpets, which are low-key and luxurious champagne colors.

Rong Jincheng looked around and found that it was indeed the most prosperous group in the capital, and it was many times higher than the Rong family.

"Does Mr. Qiao often eat in the restaurant?" Rong Jincheng asked casually.

“Not quite.”

"I don't like eating in the company very much. No matter how comfortable the company is, I am not as comfortable and comfortable as the home. At my own home, no one will care about what I want to eat or what I want to eat." Of course, he was not referring to his father's home, but his own villa.

He rarely returns to Rong Jianguo's home, where his eldest wife is there, and it doesn't matter if he has gone there.

However, as the Qingming Festival is approaching, Rong Jianguo will still call him back to worship his ancestors.

Face skills must be done, otherwise his expenses for food, drink and entertainment will have no way to come.

When he gets the company done well and has capital in his hands, he doesn't have to look at Rong Jianguo's face and speaks. He will take Rong back at that time.

He also wants to take back what Rong Jianguo owes him.

"It may not be a bad thing if someone cares about it." Qiao Sinian said lightly.

Rong Jincheng looked at Qiao Sinian incredibly. Is it a good thing if someone cares about it? He can't stand it.

He is used to being lazy by nature.

Qiao Sinian didn't plan to talk to him too much, and while walking, he asked the waiter to prepare tableware.

In his mind, it is indeed not a bad thing to be in charge of someone.

For example, Ye Jiaqi would remind him from time to time to time, "drink less and smoke less."
Chapter completed!