A life of financial freedom

"Wang Fa." Zhong Tingyue touched the gift.

"Thank you."

"Thank you for coming."

Chu Fang's wealthy high school classmate Wang Fa happened to be resting in the town, and he also came and gave a gift. Zhong Tingyue took a small gift and handed it to him.

He stood in the yard, looking around, feeling quite emotional.

Although the surroundings were ordinary, this funeral would cost at least millions. Looking at the small gift in his hand, it was a piece of jewelry with a faint golden light. It should be mixed with some gold. Just this point, its price was very high.

Although Wang Fa was rich, he would not spend so much money on a funeral.

It can be seen that Chu Fang was really rich, beyond his imagination.

In fact, Chu Fang had never thought of making such a big deal. In his opinion, it was enough to invite relatives, friends, and neighbors to have a simple meal when his grandfather passed away. There was no need to make a "show of respect in front of people", but he couldn't resist Chu's mother.

Chu's mother wanted her father to die in glory.

It must be said that Chu Ma's social skills are "awesome and lightning", and many guests came for Chu Ma.

My mother also invited the most famous funeral team in the area, and then a sad sound echoed in the air and spread to the surroundings.

Chu Fang heard Chu Ma's voice: "My father, don't go..."

"Ah!" Chu Fang sighed, "She's crying again."

He was very worried about his mother's mood changes.

... ...

At night, the mist was thick, and the "funeral team" was still working hard, with suona, trumpets, and chanting spreading everywhere.

"Are you tired?" Chu Fang took a piece of white cloth and wrapped it around his head.

"Fortunately, it's much easier than work." Zhong Tingyue shook her head. Seeing that Chu Fang's white cloth could not be wrapped around her, she took the white cloth, raised her feet slightly, wrapped it tightly around her head, and tied a bow, and asked: "Why are you wrapping the white cloth now?"

"There will be an event later." Chu Fang replied, "In order to bid farewell to grandpa, we have to kneel and kowtow with the 'funeral team'. This is our local custom and direct relatives must participate."

"I'll join you."

"No need." Chu Fang said, "Look, Chu Yi and the others didn't participate."

Zhong Tingyue said: "But I'm your girlfriend."

"Let me make it clear first, it's very tiring, and the activity will take at least half an hour."

Zhong Tingyue's eyes were a little contemptuous: "I still have to endure more hardships than you."

Chu Fang took a piece of white cloth from the side, wrapped it around Zhong Tingyue's head, looked at her carefully, and couldn't help but say: "Beautiful girl!"

A beautiful girl is beautiful no matter what, and nothing can cover up her beauty.

Zhong Tingyue wore a white T-shirt and classic blue jeans, which were well-cut and showed her slender legs. She had a piece of white cloth wrapped around her head, and one end of the cloth hung on her shoulder, gently swaying with her movements, adding a touch of dynamics to her overall look.

After a while, the event began. Chu Fang, Chu's father, Chu's mother, grandmother and Zhong Tingyue knelt down and kowtowed under the command of the "funeral team".

Chu's mother's eyes were always red, which looked bright under the night. She looked back slightly and saw Zhong Tingyue kneeling down and kowtowed with her, and hummed softly.

Chu's father shook his head, and grandmother pulled Chu's mother's sleeve. The latter immediately puffed up her mouth with a look of dissatisfaction. A person in her forties actually had a childlike facial expression.

... ...

Half an hour later, the event ended. Zhong Tingyue felt that her legs were almost numb from kneeling, and Chu Fang noticed her difficulty and walked to her side and gently pounded her well-proportioned legs to relieve the pain.

Mother Chu said loudly: "Chu Fang, I have raised you for more than ten years, and you don't even massage my legs."

"My father is not massaging your legs, I can't take his job."

Mother Chu snorted, and became even more angry with Zhong Tingyue.

Not only did she harm her father, but she also took her son away.

This future daughter-in-law is too bad.

The event ended, and the banquet ended with it. Some guests who stayed moved a few mahjong machines from the next room and placed them in the middle of the yard. They immediately called their friends. In a few seconds, the mahjong tables were full of people, and the sound of mahjong rang out in the yard.

Even Chu Fang, who never played cards, sat at the mahjong table.

Chu Fang noticed his girlfriend's surprise and said with a smile: "This is how it is here. We usually play cards when we are on night watch. First, there is nothing to do, and second, mahjong has a different culture in Sichuan and Chongqing. To some extent, it represents 'happy funerals'."

Zhong Tingyue is always surprised by this 'relaxed feeling' in Sichuan and Chongqing.

Chu Fang sat at the main seat and said, "What do you mean? How much?"

Who dared to sit at Chu Fang's table?They all had some courage and assets. One of them said, "One hundred?"

Wang Fa said, "You are all big bosses, only I am poor. I will set a number, one thousand."

Wang Fa let go of his jealousy towards Chu Fang.

If he had a chance to catch up, he might stay away from Chu Fang and wait until he had enough assets to show off. But it was obvious that he could not catch up with Chu Fang even if he tried his best all his life, so there was no need to continue to care about it. It would be better to make more friends. After all, the two were high school classmates, and it would also accumulate more connections for himself.

The other three nodded in agreement.

Zhong Tingyue sat next to Chu Fang and watched the mahjong game. The latter only knew the rules of mahjong and had hardly played it. Compared with the other opponents, his skills were much worse. He was "shot a few times" and several of them drew the same color.

In a short while, he lost tens of thousands of yuan.

"It's time to fight the rich and divide the land. Come and play to explode gold coins." Wang Fa said with a smile.

Another mahjong player asked, "Are you really a bad player? Or did you lose to us on purpose?"

Chu Fang gritted his teeth and said, "... ..., you are guests after all. For the sake of our guests, I will spare you a few rounds."

"Then I am a bad player!"

"..."

Just wait, when I get a good hand, I will make you spit out all the cards.

Zhong Tingyue sat by and watched for a while. Seeing Chu Fang lose money, she did not say anything like she was afraid of addiction.

On the one hand, Chu Fang rarely played mahjong and would not be addicted. He was able to reduce his high consumption to low consumption and from luxury to frugality. This shows that he has a strong willpower. How could he be tempted by mahjong?

On the other hand, even if he was addicted, it would be fine. His boyfriend is rich, very rich. Compared with recharging tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of yuan into the game every day, mahjong seems to have more positive meanings, at least it is social.

"How about you come?" Chu Fang asked, turning his neck.

"No." Zhong Tingyue shook his head.

"I'll teach you." After saying that, he pushed Zhong Tingyue to sit at the card table.

"Oh, you've asked for help."

"You two are teaming up to bully people, right?"

"Zhong Tingyue doesn't know how to play cards." Chu Fang said.

The three of them shut up instantly and smiled at each other.

That's fine.

Obviously, three cobblers can't beat one Zhuge Liang, let alone two cobblers.

After a while, Zhong Tingyue also lost tens of thousands of yuan.

Chu Fang patted his girlfriend on the shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid of losing, I'm your backer, you're always the best."

Zhong Tingyue instantly felt a sense of responsibility on her shoulders.

Why is it so strange?