A life of financial freedom

The International Design Awards are prestigious awards for designers, gathering many renowned designers.

The International Design Awards do not start with the awards ceremony; instead, the shortlisted works are exhibited for three days for public appreciation, and the awards ceremony begins after three days.

Chu Fang looked around, surrounded by designers discussing the shortlisted works.

He sighed.

Although he was a designer, his skills had long been abandoned, making it impossible for him to fit in. Moreover, his English was poor, unlike his wife, Ms. Zhong, who spoke fluent English.

My wife is truly amazing.

He, Yu Jun, and Wang Dachui sat in a corner on the edge, bored.

"Mr. Chu," Wang Dachui said in broken Chinese, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Speak."

"How did you find a beauty like Miss Zhong?" Wang Dachui asked with his clear blue eyes, "I want one too."

Chu Fang: "... ..."

Wang Dachui's exquisite Barbie-doll-like appearance always made people forget her unique sexual orientation... ... which, in this land, wasn't unique at all; it was quite normal.

In just one day, the unique scenery of the United States refreshed Chu Fang's worldview: men with men, women with women, humans with animals, and humans with plastic bags... ... yes, plastic bags.

Walking down the street, an old man said that a plastic bag was his wife.

Compared to the domestic server, the international server is too advanced.

He shrugged: "Fate."

"I'm so envious of you," Wang Dachui said, "I really want Miss Zhong to be my mistress."

"Mistress? You want Zhong Tingyue to be your mistress?" Chu Fang raised an eyebrow, "Don't you want to marry her?"

This place allows same-sex marriage.

"I already have a wife," Wang Dachui said seriously, "Not only do I have a wife, but I also have two girlfriends, three lovers, and five partners."

"Miss Zhong is so beautiful that she can't be compared to other girls, so she can only be a mistress. This is the only way to show my love for her."

Chu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth and asked quietly, "Can you handle it all?"

Damn it!

This isn't just a sea queen; it's the entire ocean.

"I can handle it," Wang Dachui replied in a deep voice.

"What are you guys talking about?" Zhong Tingyue's voice came over, "Mr. Chu, you're bored here anyway, why don't you go out and take a walk? It's not easy to come to the United States; go see the foreign scenery."

"Aren't you bored being unfamiliar with the place?"

"I'm not bored," Zhong Tingyue shook her head, "I really like these shortlisted works and want to see more and absorb other people's strengths. Also, I'm on a video call with my university classmates, and we're talking about these shortlisted works."

"Then be careful; I'm leaving."

Since that was the case, Chu Fang didn't hesitate. He signaled Wang Dachui to take care of Zhong Tingyue, and then left the International Design Awards exhibition with Yu Jun.

Leaving the exhibition, Chu Fang looked around, feeling like there was nowhere to go.

He didn't want to go to those so-called tourist attractions.

"Is there anything unique to see, something you can't see in China?" he asked Yu Jun.

"Um... ..." Yu Jun pondered for a moment, "There's a strip club not far away."

Indeed unique, special, and lecherous.

Chu Fang put his hands in his pockets and walked along the streets of New York, looking around.

Passing by a small alley, he suddenly heard a sound.

Looking towards the sound, there were two or three figures in the deep alley, seemingly beating someone up.

Chu Fang didn't think much of it.

The United States is full of martial spirit. Fights are unavoidable. They can happen anywhere.

Just now in Times Square, a white man and a black man got into a fight. The reason for the fight was simple: they didn't like each other.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw that the assailant was the baseball cap man from last night, and the victim seemed to be Zhou Yidan.

"Stop it!" he shouted loudly.

The three assailants stopped collectively. The baseball cap man recognized Chu Fang and was very happy: "oh, man."

The three wanted to come up and beat Chu Fang, but Yu Jun stood in front of Chu Fang, a 1.9-meter tall man, inadvertently revealing the weapon on his waist.

The three immediately changed their expressions and begged for mercy, then fled the scene at lightning speed.

There's an old saying that truth is always within the range of artillery.

Chu Fang quickly stepped forward to help Zhou Yidan: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay; I'm used to it," Zhou Yidan shook her head, "As long as I curl up when I'm being beaten, it doesn't hurt that much."

"I'll take you to see a doctor."

At this moment, Zhou Yidan's hair was slightly disheveled, her cuffs were torn a little, there were red marks on her neck, bruises on her face, and a cut on the corner of her mouth.

"Don't," Zhou Yidan grabbed his arm, "I can't afford the medical bills."

Chu Fang insisted on taking Zhou Yidan to the hospital. They came to the nearest private hospital. After a careful examination, Zhou Yidan only had minor injuries and was fine.

Then Chu Fang paid the bill. A simple injury actually cost more than 10,000 US dollars.

BYD, are you eating people?

"I'm sorry," Zhou Yidan said embarrassedly.

"Hey, it's okay," Chu Fang waved his hand, "Actually, I should be the one saying sorry."

Obviously, the baseball cap man's beating of Zhou Yidan was related to Chu Fang, and since he couldn't take revenge on Chu Fang, he could only vent his hatred on Zhou Yidan.

"To express my gratitude, let me treat you to a meal," Zhou Yidan said.

"Okay."

Hearing this, Zhou Yidan was very happy and took Chu Fang to her home, taking a taxi to the local Chinatown.

As soon as he entered Chinatown, Chu Fang instantly felt like he had returned to China: Chinese restaurants, traditional Chinese characters, traditional handicraft shops... ...

There were also three-wheeled motorcycles operating on the road, with loudspeakers on them, hawking goods.

"How does this place compare to the motherland?" Zhou Yidan asked.

"Um... ..." Chu Fang touched his chin and thought for a moment, "This place has a more traditional atmosphere."

The appearance of this Chinatown is similar to that of domestic scenic spots, while most places in China are very modern, with high-rise buildings standing tall.

"Actually, it's just dilapidated," Zhou Yidan smiled, "If we had a choice, we would want a more comfortable place, not here."

"The New York City government discriminates against us and is unwilling to spend money to repair this place. As it gets older, this place is actually not very suitable for living. But there's no way; if we don't live here, we have nowhere to go."

Chu Fang was silent.

High-rise buildings seem monotonous and lack beauty, but it must be admitted that living in them is much more comfortable and safer than in these old houses.

Nowadays, many people criticize high-rise buildings and miss the old houses of the past.

In Chu Fang's opinion, it's okay to talk about it, but if you really want to live in them, that's just sick.