A life of financial freedom

Chu Fang wanted to look at the document, but then he gave up the idea. After thinking for a while, he said softly, "Sorry, I can't invest."

"I am a businessman. I am looking for a return on investment. Ateng Yige did not show me the value of investment.

And as the legal person of Ateng Yige, the leader of the company, responsible for the general direction of the company, you are very naive in front of investors. Maybe it is really because of Mr. Ming's care that you can climb to the position of manager."

Ma Junjie lowered his head: "Sorry."

"No." Chu Fang said, "I'll give you a suggestion. If you want to seek investment, try not to tell the truth. The truth is sometimes not very pleasant."

"... ..., is this the secret of your success?"

"No."

Brother, I have a 'plug-in'.

"..."

The two put aside the topic of investment and talked about life, entertainment, war, games... .... Men can always talk together. No matter how big the age gap is or how far-fetched their ideas are, as long as they chat, they can talk together. After all, men always have a young heart.

Until late at night, Ma Junjie drank too much and finally passed out.

Maybe it was not because he was drunk, but because he was tired these days, running around for Mr. Ming and Yateng Yige.

Seeing Ma Junjie lying on the table, Chu Fang shook his head helplessly, paid the bill, called the waiter to help Ma Junjie get in the car with him, fastened his seat belt and said: "Master, Zhonghai Mingyuan, thank you."

At this moment, he was too lazy to go back to the Epiphyllum Community because he was close to Zhonghai Mingyuan.

Considering that Ma Junjie was drunk, it would not be good to book a room in the hotel.

After a while, he arrived outside Zhonghai Mingyuan, while supporting Ma Junjie, he shouted: "Brother Liu, come quickly, I will continue to help."

Brother Liu and several security guards ran over quickly, supported Ma Junjie, and Chu Fang could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

When people are drunk, they always feel dead heavy.

Several security guards helped him into the community. Brother Liu smiled and said, "Mr. Chu, long time no see. Where did you go to make money recently?"

"I'm so poor that I almost have to sell my pants. Tonight I met someone who asked me for money." Chu Fang nodded to Ma Junjie, "That's the guy."

"Who is he?"

"A man who is unsuccessful in love and career."

The two chatted and returned home. After the security guards left, Chu Fang laid Ma Junjie on the sofa on his side. He felt relieved when he saw him fall asleep.

He went to the bathroom to wash up and felt much fresher. He turned Ma Junjie over, took a photo, and sent it to Zhong Tingyue.

[Love Solo Player: Picture.JPG]

[Love Solo Player: I'm not going home tonight. ]

[Wangshu: You two... ...squinting.JPG]

[Love Solo Player: You have a dirty mind. I'm a man and I like women. ]

[Wangshu: You're thinking wrong. ]

I thought wrong? Bullshit! You are 100% mistaken.

Zhong Tingyue said that when she was in junior high and high school, she liked to watch novels and TV dramas that were a bit ‘gay’, and her mind was definitely not that of a normal person.

Chu Fang immediately told Zhong Tingyue what happened tonight.

[Love Solo Player: Ms. Zhong, do you think I want to invest? ]

[Wangshu: That’s your money, don’t ask me, I’m not a professional investor, I don’t know the ins and outs. You decide whether to invest or not. ]

[Love Solo Player: You have been in Yateng Yige for a few years, you have some understanding of the industry, give me some professional advice. ]

[Wangshu: No! ]

[Love Solo Player: Speechless.JPG]

The two chatted for a few sentences and then interrupted.

Zhong Tingyue stood in front of the window, looking at the sky.

She didn’t give her own thoughts and opinions because she knew that her thoughts would dominate Chu Fang’s choice.

... ...

After several days of rain, the sun finally came out in Shanghai. The golden sunlight poured into the room through the French windows, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Ma Junjie slowly opened his eyes and tapped his head gently. He felt a pain like a needle prick. Then he heard a gentle voice: "It's almost noon. You finally woke up. Have a glass of milk first."

Ma Junjie took the milk handed over by Chu Fang, drank it slowly, and looked around: "Where is this?"

Chu Fang shrugged: "You were drunk last night, so I took you back to my house. Don't worry, we definitely didn't have any relationship."

After that, he went to the kitchen.

After drinking the milk, Ma Junjie stood up slowly and walked to the French window. What came into view was the Bund, a famous attraction in Shanghai. People with status and status live here, and the riverside is full of high-end luxury stores... ...

After a while, Ma Junjie slowly withdrewHe turned his head and looked back at Chu Fang: "Money is really a good thing, even the scenery is exceptionally beautiful."

"Not bad."

"The word 'not bad' is full of the temperament of rich people."

Chu Fang tied an apron, carried the dishes out of the kitchen, and said to Ma Junjie: "It is a very low thing to measure a person's temperament with money, as if there is nothing to praise about rich people except money."

Ma Junjie smiled and did not answer.

After a while, lunch was ready. A few simple home-cooked dishes were fried, including stir-fried meat, beef stew with potatoes, and double egg and shredded radish soup.

The two sat at the table, and Chu Fang said: "Stir-fried meat is made in Hunan Province. It is very spicy. Don't eat it if you can't eat it."

Ma Junjie said: "I'm from Pingxiang, Gan Province."

Hearing this, Chu Fang suddenly understood: "Oh, that's okay."

If the spicy level of Shudu is one, then the level of Hunan Province is ten, and the spicy level of Gan Province, especially Pingxiang, is one hundred.

It can't be compared.

Ma Junjie picked up a piece of beef, put it in his mouth, chewed it carefully, raised his eyebrows, and said in surprise: "It's delicious."

"Of course!" Chu Fang paused slightly and straightened his back, "My cooking skills are praised by everyone."

"I'm sorry for what I said just now."

"What did you say?"

"In addition to money, you have many advantages. I am short-sighted. Those advantages even surpass wealth."

Hearing this, Chu Fang was overjoyed and gave the other party a thumbs up: "You have good vision."

He was tired of hearing others say that he was rich, and it didn't cause any emotional fluctuations, but if others praised him from other aspects, he would be particularly happy.