Chapter 37 The boss is indeed the boss

Jiang Chen's useless look made Su Ti unable to help but pinch his waist hard.

The second generation doesn't care.

He would rather not have this broken waist today, but he must shake hands with Rong Shaoting.

Su Ti chuckled and whispered to the man, "My cousin, Jiang Chen."

Rong Shaoting did not put on airs and shook hands with him in a casual manner, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Chen was so excited that he almost fell to his knees.

Rong Shaoting actually said to him, "Nice to meet you." The second-generation rich man felt that he could walk around Hong Kong city with ease for the rest of his life.

The second half of the auction.

Su Ti had no intention of watching, her mind was basically absorbed by the man beside her.

If you look into it carefully, you still have no idea what he is thinking. He just can't concentrate.

There are less than twenty minutes left until the evening shoot ends.

A warm breath suddenly brushed against my ear.

A deep voice sounded, "Are there any works you like?"

Su Ti turned sideways, and the two breaths suddenly entangled with each other.

Because they leaned towards each other at the same time, they inadvertently broke the normal social distance.

Su Ti swallowed her throat and moved back without revealing any expression, "Not yet, what about Mr. Rong?"

"Same." The man tapped his knees with his fingers and answered calmly.

Rong Shaoting, who has a hobby of collecting, did not find any of the works he liked.

Suti believed that her feelings were not groundless.

To put it objectively, "the prices of several works far exceed their collection value, and it is a sheer waste of money to bid them at high prices."

A light chuckle escaped from the man's throat, so faint that it seemed like an illusion.

Su Ti stared at him, unable to make sense of what he was saying, and concluded that she had misheard.

Rong Shaoting took in her expression and said four words in an ambiguous tone, "It's more valuable to like her."

Suti understood.

She has a narrow mind and measures value by price.

All the wealthy businessmen and nobles present today have a lot of money.

Not to mention tens of millions, even hundreds of millions are spent without blinking an eye.

Su Ti thought about the balance on her card which was not even enough to cover the starting price, and she really wanted to compete with these rich people.

The evening shoot is over.

It was already 9:15 when I walked out of the convention center.

Su Ti and Jiang Chen consciously walked behind Rong Shaoting.

While keeping a proper distance, a thought flashed through the minds of both of them: The boss is indeed the boss.

Looking back on the past, Su Ti had dealt with Rong Shaoting a lot during her time in Hong Kong.

But each scene mostly consists of just the two of them.

Su Ti never felt what the name Rong Shaoting represented in Hong Kong.

Until tonight, until this moment.

From the moment they left the auction room.

In Su Ti's eyes, Rong Shaoting's prominent status and position had a clear and three-dimensional concept.

The voice of "Mr. Rong" came one after another.

Among them are many well-known Hong Kong celebrities.

Everyone was in awe of Rong Shaoting.

This also resulted in a path that could be walked in two minutes taking ten minutes to walk.

The man's cool figure strolled leisurely in the aisle formed by the chatterers.

A gentle, noble and polite appearance is what those in power do with ease.

Outside the exhibition hall.

Three cars were lined up at the door.

The two cars in front and back are MPVs, and the one in the middle is a Maybach 62s worth tens of millions.

The driver wearing white gloves stood by the back door, and the word "Mr. Rong" was full of courtesy and respect.

Many people stopped and saluted.

The sound of farewells was heard everywhere.

"Mr. Rong, have some tea at your leisure."

"Mr. Rong, take care."

"Mr. Rong..."

This scene made Su Ti dizzy.

At this time, Rong Shaoting walked to the side of the car, paused and turned sideways, his sharp eyes locked onto Su Ti across the figures, "Why don't you come over?"

Su Ti was stunned. She didn't expect the man to invite her in public.

Countless eyes were instantly directed at her, some confused, some suspicious, some scrutinizing.

Su Ti's cheeks were suddenly hot, "Mr. Rong, let's just..."

Before she could finish her words, a sudden force from behind pushed her out.

Jiang Chen, you are out of stock.

Su Ti was caught off guard.

Forced to dive two steps forward.

The place where she finally stabilized her body was the man's raised arms.

Rong Shaoting shifted his gaze slightly to where Jiang Chen was, and frowned slightly.

Jiang Chen felt guilty, so he bent his knees and hid himself.

The man gently clasped Suti's shoulders with his strong arms and whispered, "Be careful."

In full view of everyone, he took her in his arms and walked to the car door, motioning for her to get in.

That position is clearly the owner's seat exclusively for Maybach.

Suti bent down and crawled in, like a puppet.

The driver and bystanders couldn't help but be surprised.

Secretly guessing the girl's background.

Even after the three cars left, the discussion in front of the door did not stop and even intensified.

"Whose daughter is that?"

"He looked unfamiliar, and he spoke Mandarin."

"Mainland girl?"

The word "mainland girl" seemed to press the pause button on the surrounding discussions.

Jiang Chen, who was hiding in the crowd, snorted with disdain and contempt.

What's wrong with mainland girls? My mainland girl can ride in Mr. Rong's private car, can you?

……

Inside the Maybach.

The pine-sounding car fragrance adds a touch of light and elegant fragrance to the luxurious interior.

Su Ti's brain has been in a state of shutdown since she got on the car.

Beneath her body was the boss seat reserved for men, and at the tip of her nose was an elegant fragrance.

The treatment she received was beyond her imagination, so she did not dare to act recklessly.

Especially tonight, I intuitively felt Rong Shaoting's status in the Hong Kong circle.

It is inevitable to feel a little nervous and helpless for a while.

"Relax, there are no outsiders."

A man's deep, mellow voice sounded from the side.

Obviously he noticed Su Ti's embarrassment.

The little girl gathered her non-existent bangs in front of her forehead.

He glanced away, then lowered his head and rubbed his fingers, "I'm not nervous."

Rong Shaoting raised his thin lips and said, "If you're not nervous, just sit back a little. You're not afraid of falling down by taking up that little space, right?"

Only after the man reminded her did Su Ti notice how funny her sitting posture was.

Not only was he sitting timidly, his buttocks were just pressed against the front edge of the leather chair, with most of his body hanging outside.

If you brake suddenly, you will definitely fall to your knees.

Suti calmed down and moved her stiff limbs.

He slowly moved back, his expression still showing a little restrained.

Tonight’s Rong Shaoting is him, but not entirely.

He was no longer accompanied by Chen Bai, but instead by a well-trained driver and a convoy of bodyguards.

Each call of "Mr. Rong" gave him the highest respect and honor.

At the same time, it amplifies the dignity and authority of those in higher positions.

After seeing this scene, Suti must need time to digest and adapt.

At this moment, the man lowered his eyes to look at her cautious appearance, and felt a little amused for no reason.

He grabbed the girl's wrist and pulled her to the center armrest.

The warm fingertips gently rubbed her engorged fingertips, "You've been rubbing for so long, aren't you afraid that your fingers will get broken?"

The delicate fingerprints were rubbed by the man's rough fingertips, which stimulated an electric current like an electric shock.

Suti instinctively retracted her hand.

Unexpectedly, the man turned his wrist and pressed hard, and the two hands, one big and one small, instantly overlapped.

Rong Shaoting placed his hot palm against the back of the girl's hand, and asked in a steady tone, neither hurried nor slow, "Does it hurt?"

Su Ti's whole arm felt numb. She stared at the man blankly, moving the corners of her lips: "You..."

(End of this chapter)