Qin Hao smiled and said, "Mr. Zheng is adept at socializing, seemingly carefree but in reality, he's astute and competent with his own ideas. Mr. Zheng, you flatter me too much."
Upon hearing the praise for his son, Zheng Wenshan's face was full of smiles: "Mr. Qin is only nineteen and already worth billions; Jianming has much to learn."
No sooner had he spoken than Zheng Jianming's voice came, somewhat excitedly: "Dad, come over here and take a look."
Dark lines formed on Zheng Wenshan's forehead. He had just complimented him, and there he was, making a commotion.
Zheng Jianming continued to shout: "Dad, hurry over here and look at this painting."
Li Xutian felt curious as well and a smile appeared on his face: "Let's go have a look together, Mr. Zheng. It seems Jianming has something important."
"Let's go and see," Qian Ruisheng also said.
A few people got up and went over. Li Moying and others were looking at a painting on the table.