A life of financial freedom

The bar at night was deafening.

"Mr. Chu is really handsome."

"I am very happy to meet Mr. Chu. We have decided to cooperate."

"..."

After signing the contract, several customers hugged the beautiful women and left, and the smiles on their faces were like blooming chrysanthemums.

Men have only one hobby in their lives: gambling and drugs are irreconcilable!

"Mr. Chu." The woman who accompanied the wine in front sat next to Chu Fang and smiled charmingly.

Chu Fang wrote her a check: "Go somewhere cool."

Seeing the amount on the check, the hostess thought for a moment: "Mr. Chu, double the amount, I'll stay in the refrigerator."

Chu Fang: "???!!!"

"Just kidding..."

The hostess smiled and wanted to kiss Chu Fang, but he picked up a plate and put it on the hostess's red lips, and then said: "You don't need to stay in the refrigerator, kiss this plate for ten minutes, and I'll double your amount."

"No problem!"

Then a strange scene appeared in the bar, a beautiful hostess kissed the plate for ten minutes.

After the kiss, a boastful boy came up and said: "Beautiful girl, kiss me."

"The plate is more handsome than you!"

After that, the hostess left in high heels, and before leaving, she raised her middle finger to Chu Fang, making a gesture that people all over the world understand.

Ren Feiping retracted his gaze: "I want to kiss that plate."

"You?" Chu Fang squinted at him while eating tomato scrambled egg rice, "Two hundred, kiss for ten minutes."

"Why do I get less than that girl?"

"You only deserve two hundred."

Ren Feiping clenched his fists and threatened, then sat next to him: "Why do you often come to the bar for social events recently?"

Chu Fang said seriously: "I want to die."

He did have the urge to die.

Recently, he accepted Zhong Tingyue's work and felt that work was really anti-human.

Was work invented by that bastard?

And more importantly, Zhong Tingyue seemed to be crazy, staying at home all day, concentrating on painting the works she wanted.

But art is a very abstract thing. Beauty and ugliness, connotation and shallowness... ...These divisions are all in the mind of a person.

Zhong Tingyue painted many works, but she was not dissatisfied with them. They were not the works she wanted in her heart, so she fell into a vicious circle of painting and tearing, tearing and painting.

Chu Fang asked, "What do you think is art?"

"Art?" Hearing this, Ren Feiping touched his chin, "I think everything I don't understand is quite artistic."

"The sky should be blue, but it is actually foggy; the water should be clear, but it is not clean; people should be simple, but they are all very smart; the wife you married with a high price should be your own, but sometimes it may be..."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Fang kicked Ren Feiping: "Can you say something meaningful?"

Ren Feiping smiled and suddenly went to the booth, where a few girls were sitting with a look of rejection on their faces, and a few boys in front were trying to chat up with him.

He approached, with several security guards behind him. He said, "Gentlemen, what can I do for you? If not, please don't disturb the ladies drinking."

The boys looked at Ren Feiping and the security guards, frowned, and then left the bar. Seeing the boys leave, the girls breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you."

"It's okay. If someone harasses you, just go to the security guards."

The girls wanted to add Ren Feiping's contact information. He gave them the public contact information of the bar and then walked back to the bar.

Chu Fang crossed his legs: "You have changed."

If it was before, Ren Feiping would not bother to deal with these things. The bar is a place where all kinds of people come together. Those who come here have certain mental preparations.

"People always change." Ren Feiping shrugged, "Those who come here are people that their parents regard as treasures. I can't let them get hurt in the bar. I can't control them outside the bar, but I can't do it in the bar."

After having a child, Ren Feiping gradually understood his parents' feelings at the time.

Chu Fang finished the last bite of his meal, took out his bank card and handed it to Ren Feiping, who took it and paid the bill with the card: "I'll give you a 10% discount."

"It's nice." Chu Fang snapped his fingers.

He liked Ren Feiping's way of treating him as a true friend instead of trying to please him.

After eating and drinking well, Chu Fang slowly left the bar and drove back to the Epiphyllum Community.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Zhong Tingyue sitting in front of the drawing board like a peerless master in a TV series, holding a paintbrush and biting the end of the brush.

Zhong Tingyue was wearing a white pajamas, her long hair was lightly tied up, and she shaved off the fiveThe colorful paints made her look like a fairy.

"You're back."

"Yeah." Chu Fang asked as he took off his shoes, "How's the painting going?"

"Not very good."

As he said that, Zhong Tingyue tore off the work, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can, but it didn't go in and fell outside.

Chu Fang picked up the work and opened it. It was a painting with a very Western style, with all kinds of messy lines and colorful smears.

He looked at it carefully and couldn't tell what it looked like.

Chu Fang praised against his will, "I think it's well painted."

"Don't comfort me." Chu Fang sat behind Zhong Tingyue, who fell naturally on his legs, with a tone of irritation and anxiety in her voice, "I don't want to paint anymore. I don't have that artistic talent. I'm just an ordinary person."

"Then don't paint." Chu Fang combed Zhong Tingyue's hair. He was busy with painting during this period and didn't take care of himself.

I have to say that God is not fair. Even in this state, Zhong Tingyue is still beautiful and charming, and even has the relaxed and free feeling of an artist.

"Shouldn't you comfort me, believe in yourself, and continue to paint?" Zhong Tingyue's eyes are still clear.

"Ms. Zhong, you must believe in yourself and you will definitely be able to paint a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages."

"It sounds like you are just perfunctory to me."

Chu Fang rubbed the warm and pretty face: "Zhong Tingyue, you are sick, right? You are not satisfied with what I say, you are being cheap."

"I have a suggestion for you, why don't you just go down and ask Teacher Wu what kind of painting she wants you to paint."

"Jumping off the building will kill me, but I won't jump."

Hey, you still know that jumping off the building will kill you, it's not easy, Chu Fang thought.

The two chatted for a while, and Zhong Tingyue continued to devote herself to the idea, just sitting in front of the drawing board, motionless until late at night.

"Forget it, I won't draw anymore. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

After she finished speaking, Zhong Rou jumped up: "Yeah! I won. Brother-in-law, give me the money. I won't give you credit."

Chu Fang had no choice but to give his sister-in-law a hundred yuan. In the end, he still lost. He glared at his fiancée: "Zhong Tingyue, you have failed my expectations of you."

"Even if you draw a circle, I will win this round."

Zhong Tingyue: "..."

So these two people used her as a bet?