A life of financial freedom

It was already noon when Chu Fang returned home. He simply fried two side dishes, ate and drank enough, and prepared to go to bed. But strangely, he couldn't sleep. His eyes were as big as bells.

He had no choice but to go to the studio and lie down at his workstation: "Huh, this is the place to sleep."

Home is a place for entertainment and leisure, and the whole person is energetic, while the studio is the place to sleep. As soon as he entered the studio, Chu Fang felt sleepy.

Moreover, he got paid while sleeping, which was perfect.

A clear voice like water drops on the lake came from his ear: "Is the parent-teacher meeting over?"

Chu Fang didn't open his eyes and replied lazily: "Yeah."

"What did the teacher say?"

"It's just a cliché."

Zhong Tingyue nodded and didn't say much.

"By the way, accompany me to meet a client."

"No." Chu Fang refused directly.

"He is a lecherous man.

He opened his eyes suddenly: "Go. "

Chu Fang drove Zhong Tingyue to the destination and saw a middle-aged bald man who stretched out his hand as soon as he came up: "Hello, Mr. Zhong."

Chu Fang shook the other person's hand at the right time: "Hello, hello."

The bald man was stunned for a moment and looked at Zhong Tingyue, who had a faint arc at the corner of his mouth.

"That project..."

"Actually, it doesn't matter whether the project succeeds or not." Before the bald man finished speaking, Chu Fang interrupted him directly.

He sighed and continued: "Actually, we didn't want to come today, but seeing Mr. Zhu's sincere heart, we came."

"I'm telling the truth. Our studio has a lot of projects, and they are all big clients with wealth. We are too busy with the projects."

"Don't pretend. Those big clients are all pulled to Zhong Tingyue by my personal connections. I hope my girlfriend will be happy and have a worry-free job. ”

While talking, he took out a delicate watch from his pocket and put it on his wrist: "Look at this watch, Patek Philippe, rich."

"Sorry, I've gone off topic. I said this to show that our studio values ​​Mr. Zhu very much. It's not because of the project, but because your sincerity touched us, so we gave up so many big projects and came specifically for your project..."

Chu Fang's mouth was small. At the end, he asked: "Mr. Zhu, we have prepared a contract for you, please sign it."

The bald man Mr. Zhu smiled and nodded: "No problem."

Then he immediately signed his name, and the two parties separated. Mr. Zhu watched the two leave: "Goodbye, let's continue chatting next time."

When the two disappeared from his sight, Mr. Zhu was still smiling, and suddenly he was stunned, and said to himself: "Why do I feel honored to cooperate with them?"

"Oh, their studio has so many big customers, and they gave up big customers to cooperate with me, so I should be honored. "

"Eh? No, I am also a client. What's so great about you having a big client?"

"There are so many designers in the world. I can find any studio to cooperate with if I leave their studio."

Speaking of this, Mr. Zhu slapped himself: "Damn! I was cheated!"

... ...

Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue walked side by side. The latter's pretty face never faded. With a curved mouth, she said, "This is not good."

"What's wrong?" Chu Fang asked back, "Did I force him to sign the contract?"

"You were PUAing Mr. Zhu."

Just now, Chu Fang raised the status of the studio and Zhong Tingyue to the point that Mr. Zhu thought he could not reach it. Then he said very gently that if he gave up the big project and cooperated with Mr. Zhu, Mr. Zhu would naturally feel honored and signed the contract without thinking.

"But everything I said is true. "Chu Fang said, "I have brought a lot of big clients to your studio. Although you didn't want it, I am indeed rich, and this Patek Philippe is indeed real."

Speaking of this, he said seriously: "I'm telling the truth, I'm telling the truth."

Zhong Tingyue shook her head; "I'm telling the truth, you're not telling the truth."

She took her fiancé's hand, looked at the Patek Philippe, and asked; "When did you start wearing a watch?"

"Who wears this thing normally?" Chu Fang took off the watch, "I found it in the car, and I don't know how it got lost in the car."

He handed the watch to Zhong Tingyue: "For you."

"You picked up the garbage and gave it to me?"

"This thing is worth more than a thousand."

Zhong Tingyue said lightly: "You threw a Patek Philippe worth more than 10 million into the car. You are really good."

"If you have money, then... you have money. "

The two walked along the street, returned to the parking spot, and were about to get in the car.Zhong Tingyue stopped him: "Wait."

"What's wrong?" Chu Fang asked.

"My university is nearby, I want to go and see it."

"Okay."

Chu Fang would certainly not refuse this proposal.

Zhong Tingyue took Chu Fang to his university.

Zhong Tingyue went to a famous university, 985, double first-class, and well-known throughout the country.

The two came to the university gate.

Chu Fang was very surprised.

Why are the main gates of all universities in the world very spacious and empty, but few students go in and out of the main gate?

It is precisely those small gates, back doors, and even the traffic volume of people at the fence that is higher than the main gate.

Then what is the point of spending so much money to repair the gate?

This project is done like a game.

There is no restriction on entry and exit of the university. The two walked in, and as soon as they entered, they instantly felt the breath of youth.

"Well, look at those legs, they are so white and long, longer than my life."

"She is so beautiful."

"I have to say, college life, this kind of life can raise beautiful women."

"Hiss... Ouch, Zhong Tingyue, why are you pinching me?"

Zhong Tingyue said, "Am I dead?"

Although she didn't care whether Chu Fang looked at beautiful women, she had a broad mind and noble character... Well, she admitted that she still cared.

Which girl in the world doesn't care if her boyfriend looks at girls?

If there is, it means that the girl is not deeply in love.

To some extent, understand that the so-called "love" is an exclusive thing.

Zhong Tingyue took Chu Fang's arm and walked along the road. While walking, she told Chu Fang about the things, experiences, and past in college.

Suddenly, a surprised voice came from behind.

"Zhong Tingyue?"