A life of financial freedom

“Woohoo~~~”

“Going home!”

“Today, the common folk, are truly, truly happy... ...”

Waking up early in the morning, Chu Fang was full of energy. The thought of returning to his country filled his body with excitement.

Staying in New York for a few days had almost driven him to become a shut-in.

On one hand, he wasn't used to the local customs. Walking anywhere, he would occasionally encounter white or black people who would come up to provoke him, discriminating against Asians.

Chu Fang was a pretty generous person and didn't really care about other people's taunts.

Anyway, in his eyes, those who targeted him were idiots, and he wouldn't take idiots to heart.

But once, a white guy actually said Chu Fang was from an island nation, which immediately broke Chu Fang's composure.

You can say anything else, but you can't say that. It's not just an insult, but a curse.

Enraged, Chu Fang beat up the white guy.

On the other hand, the food in New York didn't suit his taste. Everything was fried, with various sauces, and the sweets were so cloying that almost every bite could take you from the demonic path to the capital.

This also answered a long-standing question hidden in Chu Fang's heart.

Why do these foreigners not use much oil when they cook, but they are so fat?

In the morning, Chu Fang ate two eggs and a bottle of milk and didn't want to eat anymore.

Then he said to Yu Jun, "Brother Yu, we're leaving. Thank you for protecting me these past few days."

"It's all my duty," Yu Jun smiled.

"What about me, what about me? You're not thanking me," Wang Dachui stretched his neck.

"Thank you too, okay?" Chu Fang said.

BYD, this Wang Dachui is no good. He can get 10,000 US dollars in protection fees from Chu Fang every day, and he still wants Chu Fang to thank him.

Aren't you a little impolite?

Wang Dachui grabbed Zhong Tingyue's hand and wouldn't let go: "Miss Zhong, I swear on my honor, you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, without exception. I am truly in love with you. I can give up my girlfriends for you, and even you can be my boyfriend. Can't you really give me a chance?"

Zhong Tingyue's face twitched.

Being sexually harassed by a woman, who understands, folks?

Chu Fang pulled Zhong Tingyue behind him and protected her, saying, "Didn't you say you have professional ethics?"

Wang Dachui said with confidence: "But we have ended our employment relationship, this is a legitimate romance."

Just then, a call came in. Chu Fang answered it and heard the other party's voice: "You're Zhou Yidan's boyfriend, right? I'm Zhou Yidan's father, and I have her in my hands now. If you want to see Zhou Yidan again, prepare 30,000 US dollars."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Tingyue asked.

"Zhou Yidan is in trouble."

Chu Fang went to a nearby bank to exchange 30,000 US dollars, and then, following the address given by Zhou Yidan's father, came to an abandoned factory in the suburbs of New York.

As soon as he entered the factory, he saw Zhou Yidan tied up, with a cloth stuffed in her mouth, unable to speak, while her father was drinking.

Seeing Chu Fang's figure, Zhou Yidan made a buzzing sound, shaking her head repeatedly.

Zhou Yidan's father suddenly woke up, clenched a small knife, and placed it on his daughter's neck: "Don't come over."

"Calm down," Chu Fang stopped, then threw the cash he had taken to the ground, "This is 30,000 US dollars."

The backpack opened, revealing Franklin's portrait. Zhou Yidan's father suddenly lost his mind.

Bang!

Just then, a gunshot rang out, hitting Zhou Yidan's father's ankle. He immediately fell to the ground, and the knife in his hand also fell.

In a hidden bush not far from the factory, Wang Dachui blew on the smoke coming from the barrel of the gun.

Wang Dachui raised an eyebrow at Zhong Tingyue: "Miss Zhong, my marksmanship... ...is very accurate."

Zhong Tingyue: "... ..."

Chu Fang shook his head.

Zhou Yidan's father was already so addicted to drugs that he was no longer human, and he was still learning from others to kidnap, which was simply terrible.

If he wasn't worried about hurting Zhou Yidan, he wouldn't have bothered to take the 30,000 dollars as bait.

Chu Fang walked up, kicked away the knife, and then untied the rope on Zhou Yidan's body.

Zhong Tingyue ran over: "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Zhou Yidan said, "Thank you both, I don't know what to say."

"That night in the bar, you saved us both, so this time we're even," Chu Fang said nonchalantly, then lowered his head, looking at Zhou Yidan's father, who was screaming in pain while holding his ankle, "Your dad... ..."

Zhou Yidan let out a breath: "Call an ambulance for him, as for the rest, let him live or die on his own."

Zhou Yidan called an ambulance, and then the group left the abandoned factory, but before leaving, Chu Fang and Yu Jun caught Zhou Yidan's father and beat him up.

He was worse than trash.

The five left, and then Zhou Yidan returned to Chinatown, sorting out her clothes and things to return to her country. Soon, she finished packing.

Then Zhou Yidan left Chinatown, carrying her suitcase and holding her grandmother's ashes.

"Dandan, where are you going?" a neighbor asked.

"I'm going back to my country," Zhou Yidan replied seriously.

Hearing this, the neighbor fell into a daze, muttering, "Returning to the country... ..."

The neighbor's eyes suddenly turned red.

Soon, the group arrived at New York Airport, where Chu Fang and the others said goodbye to Wang Dachui and Yu Jun again.

Before parting, Wang Dachui was still reluctant: "Miss Zhong, if you have an unhappy marriage, please contact me as soon as possible."

Chu Fang couldn't wait to kick this person away.

I'm not even married yet, and you're already hoping for my unhappy marriage.

Are you human?