A life of financial freedom

Dong, dong, dong...

In the early morning, a dull sound pulled Chu Fang out of his sleep. He almost squinted his eyes and opened the door.

He closed one eye and opened the other. Seeing Zhong Tingyue standing at the door, he said in a grumpy tone: "What are you doing so early in the morning?"

"Mr. Chu, the sun is shining on your butt." Zhong Tingyue looked her boyfriend up and down, pursed her lips, smiled like a flower, and said softly: "Mr. Chu, you have a lot of capital."

At this moment, Chu Fangzhi was wearing a pair of underwear, and the rest was exposed. His whole figure was exposed at once. He was tall and slender, with almost perfect height and proportion, and smooth and powerful lines.

I didn't see Chu Fang exercising normally. When he got home, he was like a dead dog lying on the sofa, motionless, but at this moment, looking at the clear muscle lines in front of him, as if he had been trained and polished, his figure was well-proportioned, healthy and powerful.

Chu Fang noticed the burning gaze, and instead of being shy, he put his hands on his hips and straightened his body: "Ms. Zhong, you are such a hooligan!"

"Don't be so conceited, change your clothes quickly, we are going to attend the exhibition."

Chu Fang scratched his head and went into the house. Zhong Tingyue also entered the house. The former said while putting on clothes: "Hey, Zhong Tingyue, I'm going to put on clothes."

"I almost saw you naked, and you put on a coat on top of that. Can I not look at it?"

"That makes sense!"

Zhong Tingyue watched her boyfriend get dressed. He wore a clean white T-shirt and denim shorts. He was dressed simply and generously, without too much affectation, but full of unique charm, making people feel comfortable and at ease.

He is the kind of person who can be recognized at a glance in the crowd.

"Hey, hey, come back to your senses. I'll take a look at yours sometime."

Zhong Tingyue retracted her gaze: "Read the newspaper!"

"Bullshit! You've been reading it so much that your eyes are straight."

The two walked out of the room, went down to the hotel for a simple breakfast, and then took a taxi to the design exhibition.

The weather in Guangzhou was as bright as ever, and the sun was shining all over the world.

On the way, Zhong Tingyue opened her red lips lightly: "You don't usually wake up so early, why did you get up late today?"

"Ah!" Hearing this, Chu Fang sighed, "It's all because of your father. After adding him on WeChat, he asked me to chat last night, from astronomy to geography, the Big Bang theory, dance halls and discos in the 1990s..."

Zhong Tingyue's father Zhong Ping is a very good chat partner. He can pick up any topic and even has his own theory. Chu Fang is also good at chatting with others.

When the two sides meet, it's like a bolt from the blue, and they are at loggerheads.

"Your father? He even learned the dialect."

"That's right!" Chu Fang straightened his back, "My father!"

Zhong Tingyue's white teeth spit out a word: "Get lost!"

After a while, the two came to the exhibition center, surrounded by a crowd of people, crowded with participants from all over the world.

Seeing this, Chu Fang sighed: "No wonder I can't make money now. It turns out that there are so many so-called interior designers. They are all designers when a brick is thrown down. It's flooded."

"In the past 10 or 20 years, the real estate industry has been booming, and naturally there have been many interior designers." Zhong Tingyue lined up, "By the way, why did you choose interior design?"

"My dad filled in the application." Chu Fang said, "When I was a child, I wanted to be a great scientist. In junior high school, I wanted to be an entrepreneur with money and power. In high school, I just wanted to find a stable job. When I went to college, I hoped to open a major for living a life of idleness and teach students how to spend a good life in boring time..."

Like most ordinary people, Chu Fang's thoughts change with time and environment.

"You..." Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes.

Entering the exhibition, noisy sounds came from all around and reached Chu Fang's ears, conversations, noise, cheers...

"Oh, Mr. Li, long time no see."

"Mr. Liu, you are getting richer and richer."

"..."

When everyone met, everyone called each other "Mr.", after all, when you are away from home, your identity is given by yourself.

From Chu Fang's point of view, the so-called design exhibition is another form of platform and channel for exhibition customers, so many "Mr." come here to make more friends and get to know customers.

Zhong Tingyue had the idea of ​​getting to know customers, but she didn't rush to act, but first surrounded the exhibition and appreciated other people's works.

After walking for a while, Zhong Tingyue glanced at Chu Fang, who was fiddling with his mobile phone, and said softly: "I said this trip was boring, but you insisted on coming."

"What do you care about me?"

"..., go and have fun by yourself, so as not to disturb me.""Okay, Zhong Tingyue, I spent thousands of yuan to accompany you, and you actually despised me. Goodbye!"

Zhong Tingyue watched her boyfriend leave in anger, with a faint smile on her face.

Chu Fang walked to a corner with a good view, enough to see Zhong Tingyue's walking path, moved a small stool and sat down, looking at the big stage at the front of the exhibition, where several beautiful young ladies were dancing with youthful energy.

He sighed, "How beautiful art is!"

Just then, a familiar voice came into Chu Fang's ears: "Which decent person is here to watch the performance? I'm afraid there is no one else except you. Aren't you afraid that Zhong Tingyue will be angry if you do this?"

Looking at the figure of his former rival, Ma Junjie, the design manager of Yateng Yige, appearing in front of him, wearing a black suit, he raised his eyebrows and asked slowly, "Why is she angry?"

Chu Fang made way for a small part of the seat and motioned Ma Junjie to sit down. After the latter sat down, he said, "People can't help but look at beautiful things a few more times. This is human nature, but that is not a colored vision, but an appreciation angle. It's like walking on the street and passing by a black beauty, you must appreciate it."

Ma Junjie smiled: "Do you dare to say it in front of Zhong Tingyue?"

"Dare, why not?" Chu Fang tilted his head and looked at Ma Junjie, "Are you chasing Zhong Tingyue with this idea or thought? Well... This behavior is too... ...”

He got stuck here, and there was no further comment. Ma Junjie asked, "Too what?"

Hearing this, Chu Fang made a direct judgment: "Too diaosi!"

"You deliberately suppressed the pursuit of beautiful things in human nature. You looked straight at beautiful women and didn't drool at black stockings. You were unwilling to look at other women except your only sweetheart. You pretended to be a gentleman, hoping to establish a glorious image in the other's mind and expect to win the other's heart."

"This behavior is simply wrong. It just pleases yourself, but does not achieve the desired effect. If..."

Seeing that Chu Fang was about to continue, Ma Junjie interrupted: "Don't say it, I understand."

The words just now tortured Ma Junjie's mood. He repeatedly thought about whether he had done something wrong before and failed to pursue Zhong Tingyue. He was thinking about it in his mind. It was too late to regret. He suppressed his regret with great willpower and interrupted what Chu Fang was going to say next.

Chu Fang smiled.

Ma Junjie exhaled, slowly regained his composure, and asked: "How far have you two developed?"

"You want to know?"

"I just want to know how big the difference between you and me is."

"I think you'd better not ask."

"That's fine."

"..."