"Zi Chen, you go first."
Since Rong Ye was the elder brother, he let Rong Zi Chen speak first.
Rong Zi Chen didn't show any concession: "Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm the only one who is capable of inheriting Rong's. I can lead Rong's to glory."
As soon as he finished speaking, there were quite a few people below humming in puffery. Even at this point, Young Master Rong Er was still daydreaming.
Rong Ye laughed. Unfortunately, Rong Zi Chen was still lacking insight and even at this moment he did not know how to sweet-talk but continued saying unrealistic nonsense, truly beyond redemption.
Rong Zhenye's eyebrows knitted together, saying nothing. His eyes looked towards Rong Ye. His expectations for this son, a son full of hope, had always been higher than for Rong Zi Chen.