A life of financial freedom

After driving for more than an hour, the car arrived at the Bund.

This place is always crowded except when there is a typhoon. Tourists who come to Shanghai must check in and take photos.

The car stopped, Chu Fang handed the car keys to the waiter, and the two went inside.

"Why?"

"It's raining so hard outside, let's hide here, it will be fine in a while."

"As long as the rain is a little lighter, we will leave immediately."

"Is Shanghai so precious that I can't even hide from the rain?"

"..."

Chu Fang looked for the sound and saw a group of people hiding under the eaves, and the hotel manager dissuaded them from leaving.

"Please understand, this is not my decision. If you stand here, I will be deducted from my salary." The hotel manager explained helplessly.

As a high-end private restaurant, it pays great attention to serving high-end customers. If these people offend those customers, he will be in trouble.

"Manager Yang."

When the hotel manager saw Chu Fang, he hurried over and bowed slightly: "Hello, Mr. Chu."

Chu Fang said: "It's raining so hard, where are you going to drive them to? If they get wet and catch a cold, it will be a big trouble. Just let them hide until the rain is lighter before leaving."

"Understood." The hotel manager nodded.

Chu Fang spoke, and Manager Yang naturally agreed. Chu Fang and the hotel owner are very familiar with each other. Even if he disturbed the customers he served, Chu Fang would take the responsibility for him in the end.

The hotel manager then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you." The group of people thanked him.

"It's okay." Chu Fang smiled and shook his head.

Immediately, the two of them went into the hotel under the guidance of the waiter.

The group of people left looked at each other in bewilderment. Someone said to the hotel manager, "No wonder they are so rich and don't act bossy. You should learn from them."

The hotel manager smiled bitterly and felt helpless: "You only see me targeting you, but in fact, I am just an ordinary worker like you, controlled by others."

"If I had half the financial resources of Mr. Chu, I would invite you to dinner at the hotel today."

... ...

This is a private restaurant in Shanghai, specializing in local dishes. I heard that the chef is in his forties and has been cooking Shanghai dishes for more than fifty years.

Don't ask why he is forty years old and has been a chef for fifty years. The chef once said to Chu Fang seriously: I started cooking Shanghai dishes when I was still an embryo.

Although the chef likes to talk nonsense, it has to be admitted that his skills are very good. While retaining the Shanghai flavor, it reduces the sweetness and saltiness, which is suitable for the appetite of most people in China.

"Is it delicious?" After serving the dish, the chef came to ask.

"Not delicious." Chu Fang shook his head.

"Vomit." The chef said directly.

Chu Fang stiffened his neck: "I won't vomit."

"Then don't vomit."

Pah!

Chu Fang vomited all of a sudden, and the chef clenched his fists in anger.

Zhong Tingyue had a faint smile on her face. The chef glanced at her and said, "You guys take your time, I'm leaving first."

Zhong Tingyue asked, "Do you two seem to know each other well?"

"I asked Master Liu for advice on cooking."

Cooking is an interesting thing. Chu Fang spent a lot of time and energy on cooking, and also asked many famous chefs for advice, Master Liu was one of them.

"Master Liu likes to argue." Chu Fang said, "Let's put it this way, he likes sweet tofu pudding, even if the knife is on his neck, his body is buried in the ground, and his ashes are gone, he has to say that the salty party is a heresy!"

"So, sometimes I like to argue with him."

"You two are the same."

Eating and admiring the night view of the Magic City is quite comfortable and leisurely.

After eating, Zhong Tingyue felt much better. When she left the hotel, she saw that it was not raining outside, so she suggested, "Let's take a walk?"

Chu Fang naturally nodded in agreement.

The two of them walked along the riverside of the Bund, surrounded by people taking photos and checking in, and a cruise ship passed by in the river.

"Mr. Zhong."

"Yeah."

"What's the date today?"

"April 13."

"Oh, so that's how it is. It's almost time."

"What's almost time?"

Zhong Tingyue's nose twitched: "It's almost May Day. My mother called me a few days ago and asked me how long I would be home."

Chu Fang understood.

The relationship between them is changing as time goes by.

Last year, the parents of both sides met and decided to get engaged on May Day. If everything goes well, today's National Day should be the wedding day.

"That means I can only be single for five months." At this point, Chu Fang sighed, "Ah!"

Zhong Tingyue's eyes shone: "Why are you sighing? Are you wronged to marry me?"

"I said no, do you believe it?"

"I think I believe it?"

"I believe it!""Go to hell!"

The two of them walked along the river. Zhong Tingyue looked at the prosperous scenery by the river and suddenly recalled her experiences of the past few days.

Her mind was full of painting, hoping to paint a perfect work to make up for what Teacher Wu taught her back then.

But she seemed to be in trouble. The more she wanted to paint a certain effect, the less she could achieve the desired effect. She fell into a dead loop.

"Huh... ..., I am really a little crazy."

"I won't paint anymore." Zhong Tingyue said.

"What?"

"I don't want to paint anymore. I don't have the talent and can't paint the effect I want." Zhong Tingyue shrugged, "I can only say that Teacher Wu misjudged me. I'm not as good as she imagined."

"Really don't want to paint anymore?"

"Well, in order to fulfill Teacher Wu's wish, I have spent a lot of time and effort. I have dropped my work and become sloppy. I can't continue like this. I have my own life and I need to work hard for my life."

After a pause, she said, "People always have regrets in their lives. It's good for me to have some regrets."

Time can't be reversed, but beans can be stewed.

Teacher Wu has long gone. She wants to paint a perfect work to make up for her regrets, but it's useless.

"Forget it, let's stop here, and work hard next."

After thinking it through, Zhong Tingyue felt much more relaxed, "Mr. Chu, what do you think?"

Chu Fang pondered for a moment: "I think you should continue painting."

"Why?"

"To have a result for the efforts made these days." Chu Fang said, "I'm not saying that you have to paint those artistic works, which are appreciated by artists, but we are all ordinary people, and we paint works that ordinary people can understand."

Chu Fang looked around: "Don't you think this place is extraordinary? The first financial center in the country, here one square meter is four or five hundred thousand, not only there are all kinds of big bosses with hundreds of millions of net worth, but also cleaning ladies and uncles with thousands of yuan..."

"This is the dream place of many people, and it is also the starting point of many people. Everyone who comes here is full of hope to gain a foothold here, but there are very few who can really gain a foothold, and most of them fail..."

Modu is a very different city, gathering people from all over the world, with their own expectations for the future.

After that, Chu Fang looked at Zhong Tingyue expectantly: "Ms. Zhong, what do you think of what I said?"

Zhong Tingyue looked around, her eyes sparkling: "Is it hard for you to memorize so many words?"

"It's hard." Chu Fang replied, "I don't even memorize classical Chinese with this much effort."

Okay, Chu Fang admitted that he did search the above words on Baidu.