A life of financial freedom

Studio.

Chu Fang was趴 on his workstation, staring ahead, his eyes blank.

“Eh?” Jiang Wenzhen waved his hand in front of him, discovering that Chu Fang seemed to be lost in another world, then raised his middle finger, “You are this!”

Chu Fang's eyes slowly focused: “Do you think you're very humorous?”

“What's wrong with you?”

“I'm depressed.”

“I don't believe it!”

Chu Fang depressed?

That's the biggest joke in the world!

Chu Fang wasn't depressed, just had a bit of a headache.

He didn't know how to deal with Ye Zhijie.

On one hand, he couldn't grasp the extent and intensity; on the other hand, Ye Zhijie was a tough nut to crack, with no blind spots from any angle.

Chu Fang's computer screen displayed Ye Zhijie's personal information: Ye Zhijie, male, 27 years old, unmarried, lives in XX, parents deceased, currently living alone, has committed dozens of crimes, entered juvenile detention centers, minor offender detention centers, specialized correctional education facilities... ...

This BYD Ye Zhijie is indeed a talent!

He's been in prison several times since he was a child, going in as easily as going home.

His parents once took Ye Zhijie to see a doctor, who diagnosed him with manic disorder and bipolar disorder, and in the end, Ye Zhijie beat up the doctor.

“What should I do?” Chu Fang fell into deep thought.

Just then, a voice came from outside the studio, and he looked towards the sound, speaking of the devil.

He saw Ye Zhijie walk in.

“Sir, this is private property.” Jiang Wenzhen shouted from behind.

Zhong Tingyue frowned slightly: “What are you doing here?”

“I'm here to apologize.” Ye Zhijie put one hand in his pocket, carrying a fruit basket, “I bumped into your husband yesterday, a small accident, I'm really sorry.”

“Another thing is, my house needs renovation, please have your old classmate, the interior design master, design it.”

“First, I don't accept your apology; second, I don't accept cooperating with you.” Zhong Tingyue's voice was cool.

“Don't be like that, we are old classmates.” Ye Zhijie looked at Chu Fang, “Handsome guy, please say a few good words for me.”

“Can we talk alone for a few minutes?” Chu Fang stood up.

“Of course.”

Then the two of them left the studio one after another.

“Sister Zhong, who is that?” Jiang Wenzhen frowned.

Zhong Tingyue's red lips were lightly pursed, the corners of her mouth slightly downturned, as if hanging a wisp of unresolved sorrow.

Entering the elevator, going up, arriving at the building's rooftop, at this moment there was no one around.

“When you reach the summit, all the mountains look small, beautiful!” Arriving at the rooftop, Ye Zhijie spread his arms.

“What exactly do you want to do?” Chu Fang went straight to the point.

“Bored, just looking for some interesting fun.” Ye Zhijie shrugged.

“Understood!” Chu Fang nodded, “You are simply being a jerk.”

“You can also understand it that way.” Ye Zhijie replied.

“Since that's the case, I am relieved.”

“What do you mean?”

“People who are jerks deserve to be slapped, you deserve to be slapped, so I have no guilt in committing assault.”

Ye Zhijie laughed, and suddenly punched Chu Fang in the chest, making a 'peng' sound, the latter felt a sharp pain in his chest, and hunched over.

Ye Zhijie didn't follow up, but said: “I'm waiting, I hope you don't hold back too much.”

After speaking, Ye Zhijie left this place.

“Damn it! Madman!” After a long time, Chu Fang's pain subsided, and he couldn't help but curse angrily.

He thought he had seen all kinds of people in the world, but he had never encountered someone like Ye Zhijie.

Ye Zhijie is just a lunatic!

“Huff... ...” On the rooftop, Chu Fang looked into the distance, his eyes already determined.

Returning to the studio, Zhong Tingyue asked softly: “How was your chat?”

“Pleasant, frank, comprehensive, this was a constructive exchange and communication.”

Zhong Tingyue punched her husband's chest: “You!”

At this time, he still has the mind to talk nonsense.

“It hurts... ...” Chu Fang covered his chest.

Who did he offend?

Being punched twice in the chest, what if it gets bigger?

In the future, when the child is born, looking at Chu Fang's chest, the child might wonder whether to call Chu Fang dad or mom.

This is crucial!

More importantly... ...

Chu Fang shook his head, throwing those nonsensical thoughts into the 'garbage station', and then said: “I need to go out for a while.”

“Be careful.” Zhong Tingyue agreed.

... ...

Chu Fang left the studio and drove to a high-end and luxurious clubhouse.

“Private property, no appointment, no entry.” Two security guards stopped Chu Fang.

“What's wrong with your eyes? You don't even recognize Young Master Chu?” The receptionist quickly ran over, bowing slightly, “Young Master Chu, what's wrong? Please come in.”

Chu Fang entered the private clubhouse under the guidance of the receptionist.

The two security guards looked at each other.

“Do you recognize him?”

“No.”

“What about you?”

“I don't recognize him either.”

The receptionist came out: “It's okay not to recognize him the first time, but you must remember the appearance of that face just now, you must recognize him next time, otherwise no one can save you.”

One of the security guards asked curiously: “Sister, we are new here, what is the background of that Young Master Chu?”

“That's right, please explain it to us.”

The receptionist said: “A few years ago, Young Master Chu was a VIP customer here, the most powerful kind, once spent ten million, and gambled with our boss, and in the end the boss won, and they became good friends.”

Hearing this, the pupils of the two security guards shrank slightly.

“What kind of bet did they make?”

It's actually worth ten million?

The receptionist said faintly: “Skipping stones, whose stone skips farther and creates more splashes.”

Two security guards: “... ...”

This is the so-called 'ten million' gamble?

How childish are you two?

How bored are you two?

How rich are you two to gamble like this?

... ...

The waiter guided Chu Fang through the clubhouse, and soon came to the top floor of the clubhouse, entered the room and saw a bald middle-aged man, about forty years old.

The bald man was very happy to see Chu Fang: “Brother Chu, why are you gracing us with your presence today? You didn't tell your brother in advance, so I could arrange some activities.”

“I wouldn't come to the temple without a reason, I'm here today to ask for your help.”

The bald man patted his chest: “With our relationship, just say it, even if it's murder and arson, I won't hesitate.”

“Great!” Chu Fang snapped his fingers, “Brother, please kill someone for me.”

The bald man shouted loudly: “Security, security, someone is trespassing on private property, I don't know him, you quickly drive him out.”

Chu Fang: “... ...”

... ...

Dusk deepened, the streetlights in the suburbs of Modu lit up, emitting a dim and soft halo, the old people sat on the benches downstairs, shaking their cattail fans, chatting casually.

Suddenly, the old people's throats seemed to be choked, watching the tall figure disappear from view, they slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

“Since that Ye family kid got out of prison, I can't sleep peacefully, when will this day end.”

“Who knows?”

“A few days ago, that kid taught my grandson to smoke, and my grandson was so dizzy, I checked and found out that he was smoking marijuana.”

“He's really not a good thing!”

“When will this kid continue his 'studies' again, I always feel scared when he's outside.”

“Don't worry, with that kid's level of causing trouble, it'll be soon.”

... ...

These old people have lived in the neighborhood for decades, watching Ye Zhijie grow up with their own eyes, they know Ye Zhijie too well, the time spent in juvenile detention centers and prisons far exceeds the time spent at home.

In a few days, he'll have to go in again.

Ye Zhijie walked slowly with his hands in his pockets, all the people around him were afraid when they saw him, he enjoyed this kind of gaze.

Slowly, he walked to a remote alley.

Suddenly a group of men in black ran out of the alley, intercepted him, then pulled him into the alley, and then beat him up.

Ye Zhijie's reaction was very indifferent, he held his head in his hands, neither asking for help nor fighting back, but letting the other party beat him.

Over the years, he has become accustomed to beating others and being beaten.

After beating for a while, the men in black stopped, Chu Fang slowly walked in, squatted down, and asked: “Do you recognize me?”

“I'm not blind!” Ye Zhijie wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

“You bumped into me once, hit me once, I beat you up, this is very fair, right?”

“Of course!” Ye Zhijie replied.

“I think the grievances between us can be settled, what do you think?”

“I'm not stupid!” Ye Zhijie said, “I won't bully someone who is more powerful than me, that's like an egg hitting a stone, asking for trouble.”

Seeing Ye Zhijie being so sensible, Chu Fang was very satisfied.

The world is like this.

Ten million words are not as effective as one threat.

People, are just cheap!

Chu Fang left the alley with the men in black, leaving Ye Zhijie behind, and the latter looked at the former's back, and suddenly laughed: “Hahaha... ...”

Laughing very happily.

... ...