A life of financial freedom

It was already time to get off work. When I returned to the company, I found that many colleagues were working overtime as expected.

There was no way.

It was the period of layoffs, and everyone in the company was very afraid.

Seeing them return to the company, everyone looked at them in confusion. Zhong Tingyue did not explain, thinking about how to deal with the matter of Sister Ma's house, and Chu Fang nodded to the other party, indicating that if there was any work, just tell him directly, and then lie down to catch up on sleep.

Watching Chu Fang fall asleep peacefully, Zhong Tingyue's mouth drew a perfect arc, and her heart was warm.

Suddenly, an incredible question emerged in her mind.

He doesn't really like me, does he?

After thinking for a long time, I couldn't get an answer.

As if I thought of something, I took out my mobile phone and sent a message to Yang Meina.

[Wangshu: I'm working overtime today, so I can't have dinner together. ]

The other party replied quickly.

[Meina Nazi: Why are you working overtime again? Disappointed.JPG]

[Wangshu: I may leave, and I'm working overtime for the last time. ]

[Meina Nazi: What's going on? ! Surprised.JPG]

Then, she told Yang Meina everything that happened today.

[Meinanazi: Okay, we'll talk about it next time. But that handsome boy is quite conscientious and actually helped you. ]

[Wangshu: Beautiful women are treated preferentially. ]

[Meinanazi: Only He Yi and I can go together. ]

... ...

A hotel.

After chatting with Zhong Tingyue, He Yi appeared in front of Yang Meina and waved.

"What???!!!"

"Is that boy a rich second generation?"

"Is today April Fool's Day?"

"..."

The two sat opposite each other, and He Yi's pupils dilated, filled with an expression of disbelief.

Yang Meina tapped the table with her nails, posing as if she had everything under control: "Real can't be fake, fake can't be real."

He Yi woke up, frowned, and recalled the model of Chu Fang in her mind: "It doesn't look like it. He doesn't have that kind of domineering aura of being the boss of the world."

"Bastard aura!" Yang Meina rolled her eyes, "Have you watched too many TV dramas and thought that the rich second generation are all the kind of people who are arrogant? Wrong! Others are more low-key than you think, even more low-key than ordinary people."

Fake rich second generation, beauties, yachts, luxury cars, squandering... ...

Real rich second generation, work, exercise, read books, work hard... ...

Seeing that He Yi was still half-believing and half-doubting, Yang Meina took out her mobile phone and gestured to the other party: "You should have Chu Fang's WeChat. This one called Love Solo Player is his WeChat, right?"

Then she gestured to the chat records of the two, and clicked on the chat records and money-swiping records in the Douyin live broadcast, all of which revealed their identities.

Remind He Yi: "His Douyin account is level 58, and he has spent at least tens of millions. Now he still has more than five million in his account."

"And Chu Fang is not an ordinary rich kid. He should be the best among the rich. I checked his consumption records. The last consumption was two or three years ago. That is to say, the more than five million has been in the account for at least two or three years. Ordinary rich second-generations can't compare to him at all."

"That is money I can't make in my lifetime. I wasted more than five million in vain. Do you understand?"

Yang Meina is an anchor. She usually comes into contact with many rich people. There is no ordinary person in her contacts. Compared with ordinary people, she is more shocked.

That is a real rich man, at the top of the pyramid, an unattainable existence.

I didn't expect him to appear in front of her alive.

She didn't think of Chu Fang's identity at the beginning, because compared with the rich people she had seen, she had an unconcealable arrogance and pride, but Chu Fang was particularly easy-going and treated her equally.

Even if she heard that she was a female anchor, she still treated her equally.

He has an indescribable chic and carefree temperament.

He Yi, who was originally a little sober, had her eyes wide open like copper bells.

That boy... ... is he really a rich second generation?

She thought of many reasons to refute, but she kept silent in the face of facts.

"That boy looks so mean, how can he be a rich second generation? How could he be a rich second generation? He doesn't look like a rich second generation." He Yi scratched her face, "Why did he find a company to work for when he could live a life of luxury? Is he free?"

"Yes, free." Yang Meina snapped her fingers.

Why so many rich people have achieved financial freedom and still work hard, because they have higher goals and pursuits than ordinary people.

When Lei Jun was at his lowest point, he only had 4 billion cold yuan left in his bank card.

Of course, the rumor was false, but it also showed some facts, that is, the pursuits of rich people and ordinary people are different.

"Wouldn't it be better for him to start his own company? Why did he choose to work in a small company and get a regular job, living a 9-to-5 life, and not live in a large apartment, and go to that short-lived flower?"Residential community." He Yi muttered, "It's impossible that he likes our family month."

Speaking of this, she was stunned, and Yang Meina, who had everything under control, was also stunned.

After being stunned for an unknown period of time, the two slowly turned their heads and looked at each other.

"No way?"

... ...

The dark night slowly fell like a huge velvet curtain.

It was already ten o'clock when Chu Fang woke up, and there were only a few colleagues working in the company.

"Wake up." Zhong Tingyue looked up at him.

"Yeah."

"Go home and sleep."

"No, I've slept well." Chu Fang stood up, stretched, and his sleepiness was swept away, "Is there anything I can help with?"

Since the conversation had come to this point, Zhong Tingyue didn't bother to be polite with him and handed him some documents.

"Alas!" He took the documents and sighed, "What do you think people work for?"

"To live. ”

“The requirements for living are very low nowadays. If you want to live like surviving, I suggest eating feed, which is low in cost and high in efficiency.”

“... ...” Zhong Tingyue sometimes wanted to open his head to see what he was thinking, “Just work.”

Chu Fang returned to his workstation and immediately buried his head in work.

And Zhong Tingyue pursed her red lips, with an unstoppable smile on the corners of her mouth.

Although Sister Ma had an incident today, she was very happy, happy from the bottom of her heart.

Because she really felt Chu Fang’s concern for her.

She didn’t know whether this concern came from a colleague relationship, a neighbor relationship, or just boredom, but it was also concerned about her.

Just this, she was already satisfied.

Just when she was about to bury her head in work, suddenly her childhood friend Yang Meina sent a message.

[Meina: Urgent! Urgent! Reply quickly. ]

[Wangshu: What? ]

[Meina: I discovered a shocking secret. ]

[Wangshu: Oh. ]

[Meina: Oh? I'm sure you'll be shocked if I tell you. ]

[Wangshu: Let's talk later. I have to work overtime. ]

[Meina: Angry.JPG]

[Meina: You'll regret it. ]

After the chat, there was no further news.

Zhong Tingyue didn't care, put down her phone, and continued to work.