Super Rich by Doing as You Please

Chapter 342 - 172: Young People Are Meant to Fall in Love

"That’s right."

"I don’t think that’s right."

The man’s tone was heavy with meaning. "How come I heard you won two items? There should have been a jade pendant as well, right? Trying to keep it for yourself?"

"I gave that jade pendant to someone."

"Gave it away?"

The man was stunned for a moment. "Who did you give it to?"

Even though the family wasn’t short on money, it was still an item worth over a million. It was better to ask, just in case she’d been tricked.

His daughter could be so naive sometimes.

Xino replied, "A friend I just met recently."

"You just met him, and you dared to give him a gift worth over a million?"

Hearing this, the man was convinced she had been tricked again.

He was momentarily speechless. "So you have no problem spending my money since it’s not yours, is that it?"

"So stingy. He wouldn’t even care about your little bit of money."

Xino then took an exquisite tea box out of her bag. "Here," she said. "This is the tea he asked me to give you. See for yourself how much it’s worth."

"Tea for me?"

The man picked it up doubtfully, opened it, and looked inside. His face showed his surprise. "Is this the Mother Tree Da Hong Pao from the auction?"

"What else?"

Xino smiled smugly. "He spent 18 million on it. The only reason you’re getting 20 grams is because of me."

The man was speechless.

How could a tea lover not recognize Da Hong Pao?

He still had a canister of top-grade Da Hong Pao at home that he couldn’t even bear to drink.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t afford it; the tea was just incredibly hard to buy and highly sought-after.

As for Mother Tree Da Hong Pao, it had become a priceless treasure after 2006!

It was a once-in-a-lifetime find.

The whole reason he’d sent his daughter to the auction was because he’d heard Mother Tree Da Hong Pao would be there.

But he had assumed it was fake news his good friend had spread just to lure him in, so he hadn’t gone himself.

However, based on the news reports and trending topics that had blown up over the past two days, there really had been 100 grams of Mother Tree Da Hong Pao at the event.

Unfortunately, it had been bought by a mysterious young man for an astronomical price.

He had even called his old friend about it, but the man had been extremely tight-lipped, refusing to reveal a single thing.

He’d only said that his daughter knew more about it than he did.

Now, it seemed that "he" was his daughter’s new friend.

"This new friend of yours is not bad. A man of taste."

The man carefully put away the 20 grams of precious tea, then said with a smile, "Thank your friend for me. Ask him to come over for a meal sometime when he’s free."

"We’ll see."

Xino pouted. "After all, we don’t even know if he’s willing to come."

The man fell silent.

’Normally, people would be begging for an invitation to my home. Now, I’m the one extending an invitation, and I still have to wait and see what he thinks.’

"Alright, go ahead and ask him."

The man smiled. "You worked hard on this trip. What do you want to eat tonight? I’ll have your mom make it for you."

"I’m not eating at home tonight."

"You just got back. Where are you going now?"

Xino beamed. "To go shopping with my friend, of course! And while I’m at it, I’ll ask him for you if he’s willing to have a meal with you."

The man was at a loss for words.

’Some friend!’

How could a man seasoned in the ways of the world and a titan of business not see through his daughter’s little crush?

’Sigh, she’s probably fallen for him.’

As a father, it wasn’t his place to bring something like this up.

Besides, judging by the fact that the young man had bought the tea for an astronomical price and casually given away a gift worth millions...

The news reports were right; his background was definitely not ordinary.

His daughter was grown up now. She had finally met someone she liked, so he shouldn’t interfere.

’Young people are supposed to fall in love!’

’Then again, it would be great if I could also buy the rest of the tea he has left...’