Chapter 163: Chapter 163

He took over Rong Zhi’s notebook.

He paused slightly when he saw the name of the proposal displayed on it.

Isn’t this the research project Qi Ruiqin mentioned to him a while ago?

After all, it’s a thermal weapon that will be deployed to various armies in the future, and both the country and the military are very concerned.

Rong Zhi leaned lazily against the sofa back and looked at him with a raspy voice, "Can you do it?"

Bai Su casually typed on the keyboard, adding some details to the proposal, "For the kid, I can."

Rong Zhi turned her head towards the kitchen, where Jiang Gujun and Rong Jiazze were preparing dinner. She watched for a while, then sleepiness swept over her, and she fell asleep soon after.

Bai Su’s typing gradually slowed down, his eyes slowly narrowing as he thoughtfully regarded the quietly sleeping youth. After a while, he raised his eyebrows.

The Diberia Hotel was requisitioned as a bidding venue, and Rong Xian’an had already attended the pre-bid Q&A session, so Rong Zhi only needed to complete the final bidding process.

She met up with Rong Jin at the hotel entrance.

Bai Tingxun handed the revised proposal to Rong Zhi, and after confirming it was issue-free, the two documents were integrated, and Rong Jin submitted the proposal to the bidding committee.

Rong Zhi and Bai Tingxun took the elevator, ready to press the close button when suddenly a hand blocked in the middle of the elevator. Due to inertia, the elevator door reopened, and Rong Zhi looked up to see Shen Junze, in a sharp black suit, appearing at the door.

Shen Junze clearly didn’t expect Rong Zhi to be in the elevator, hesitated a bit, then lightly smiled, "Third Young Master, what a coincidence."

"President Shen." Rong Zhi nodded.

Shen Junze entered the elevator, intending to press the elevator button, but found that his intended floor was already selected and turned his eyes to Rong Zhi, asking, "Are you going to the 28th floor too?"

The Huajing Group’s bidding meeting is on the 28th floor, and Shen Junze, hearing her response, spoke with surprise, "Going to attend the bidding meeting? Why are you here? I thought it would be President Rong or Rong Qichuo."

The Rong Family isn’t lacking in people, and Shen Junze slightly furrowed his brows, feeling something off.

Rong Zhi tilted her head, her cold, white finger tapping at the corner of her lips, forming an ambiguous smile, and counterinquiring, "Does President Shen think the Rong Family will win the bid this time?"

Her stray hairs flipped up a bit, wild and unruly, the bite mark on her left cheek suggested the biter used quite a force, leaving a faint imprint that stands out on her presently pale face.

Shen Junze was momentarily taken aback.

Who bit her? Playing this wild?

Returning to consciousness, he carefully considered Rong Zhi’s question and seriously shook his head, "No, although the truth is harsh, it’s evident that Jinghua wants a perfect partner, and the Rong Family’s current situation doesn’t meet their inner standards."

Not to mention there are so many companies participating in the bidding besides the Rong Family, let alone the Rong Family trailing behind the Shen Family and Ying Family; even if the Shen Family fails, it’s not the Rong Family’s turn.

Shen Junze suddenly understood.

He should have thought of it earlier, Rong Zhi just returned to the Rong Family, her personal abilities are not prominent, yet she’s uniquely tasked with attending a bidding doomed not to succeed, clearly wanting to shift the hot potato, leaving Rong Zhi to handle it herself.

But the Shen and Rong families are competitors; despite the inner thoughts, he patted Rong Zhi on the shoulder with encouraging words, "Good luck."

Rong Zhi faintly smiled.

Before leaving, Shen Junze hesitated, his gaze scanning the youth’s refined eyebrows and eyes and softly commented, "You... are still young, it’s actually better to have some restraint."

Bai Tingxun couldn’t hold back, "Pfft."

Before the bidding meeting started, Rong Jin hurriedly brought over a mask, and Rong Zhi put it on expressionlessly. Only then did Rong Jin tentatively ask, "Third Nephew, who bit this imprint on your cheek? The mark is so deep it hasn’t faded yet."

Rong Zhi lowered her eyes, slowly, "Bitten by a dog."

Did he just mishear it?? Is Third Nephew calling someone a dog?!

If Ying Hengyu were here, he wouldn’t be surprised; his Third Brother always curses people as dogs, with a beating naturally following, only showing mercy if the person isn’t beaten into cripples.

The seating at the bidding venue was divided according to each company’s strength, and the Rong Family’s position was in the front row. The usher led Rong Zhi to her seat before leaving.

Rong Zhi hadn’t been seated for long when a man with a strong build in a dark brown tailored suit entered the venue, his leather shoes confidently trodding the floor.

He was naturally shrouded in an aura of prominence, his gaze suddenly fixed, he went to the center of the front row, lightly swept a glance at the people beside him, and sat leisurely.

Subsequently, Shen Junze sat next to him on his left, politely smiling and greeting him.