I Don’t Want To Be Popular

Chen Chuan is 23 years old and graduated last year, but because he has taken 6 [Shou Yuan Guo], according to the theory of relativity, he is still counted as 17.

Chen Chuan took out some paper to wipe his face.

Ye Zhilin handed over a pack of tissues and said, "Use mine, the fluorescent agent in their paper exceeds the standard."

"Thank you." Chen Chuan took a piece of paper and returned the rest to Ye Zhilin.

When wiping his face, Chen Chuan smiled: "It smells very good."

"Chen Chuan, I like that [Qianlong Imperial Vase]. I regret not fighting with you to the end, but I also feel that since you are rich and powerful, I may not be able to compete with you." Ye Zhilin said.

Seeing the sincerity on her face, Chen Chuan said with a smile: "Although I was just taking pictures for fun, the vase is really beautiful and is very good for growing flowers."

"I would like to ask, can you sell me that vase?" Ye Zhilin asked.

"How much do you pay?"

"I'll give you 69, too?" Ye Zhilin leaned on the edge of the sink, "690,000, okay?"

"69...I'm afraid that's not enough." Chen Chuan said, "If you like it, I can show it to you and forget about it if I sell it."

"Then you arrange a time and I'll go there and take a look." Ye Zhilin said.

Chen Chuan looked at his watch and said thoughtfully: "Are you free this Sunday?"

When a woman passing by heard these words, she looked at Chen Chuan, then at the nearly forty-year-old beauty Ye, and gave Chen Chuan a look.

Chen Chuan was speechless: "What happened to that passerby? He gave me a blank look?"

Ye Zhilin smiled lowly: "Who knows, I'm free this Sunday. Where is your home? Send me the address."

"It's a pity that I don't have a house in Chongqing. How about going to your place? Is it convenient for you?" Chen Chuan asked.

"Okay, then I'll send you my home address." Ye Zhilin said, "Then it's agreed, I'll leave first."

Ye Zhilin smiled softly and walked away with elegant steps.

Chen Chuan also followed her and walked outside.

When they got outside, they heard Hu Kaili and Chu Xiang bickering.

Hu Kaili smiled happily and said, "Hey, isn't this Young Master Chu who stopped lifting in the middle of the afternoon?"

"The villain succeeds." Chu Xiang chuckled.

"It's your grandma's birthday. Don't you prepare some gifts for your grandson? It's really unfilial." Hu Kaili said.

"Are you scolding me again?" Chu Xiang pointed at Hu Kaili.

"It's your grandma's birthday. As a grandson, you have to be filial. It's no use being anxious here with me." Hu Kaili said.

Chu Xiang's face was uncertain. He looked at Hu Kaili and then at the newcomer from Hai Qin, Chen Chuan, who was walking over.

Xiaolu and Cheng Fei followed Chen Chuan closely.

Chu Xiang looked at the two little girls again. Their superb appearance and figure made him look at them a few more times.

Hu Kaili came over, stood in front of Chu Xiang, and said with a smile: "Hey, do you dare to look at Brother Chen's girl? Be careful that you can't pull her out if you look at her."

"One mouthful, Brother Chen, do you think you are hugging the thigh? This is Yucheng, not Haiqin. What's more, I have friends in Haiqin City who have never heard of this Chen Chuan, and you still offer him. The Clay Bodhisattva is the real Buddha. ." Chu Xiang said.

"Whether it is a clay Bodhisattva or a real Buddha, you will know later. Let me remind you, when talking about Brother Chen, be more polite." Hu Kaili said.

Chu Xiang walked aside, saw Gao Xuan, and waved to Gao Xuan to come over.

"What do you think about what I told you?" Chu Xiang asked.

This is Chu Xiang's plan. For his grandma's birthday, he has to bring a reliable girl back. The more reliable, the better for him. Those peripheral girls from the supercar club will definitely not be able to do it. But there is one person who can definitely do it, and that is Zhang Mengyue, a college beauty who is studying in the first year of Civil and Commercial Law School. Whether it is appearance, figure, deportment, temperament or both, it is the best choice.

Chu Xiang patted Gao Xuan on the shoulder: "Let me tell you clearly, my grandma's birthday will be in a few days and I want to take her back."

"Master Chu, you, you are not joking, are you serious?" Gao Xuan said.

Chu Xiang nodded: "I told you, I liked her the first time I saw her, didn't you hear?"

"Listen, I heard it, what about the project you were talking about..." Gao Xuan hesitated.

"Don't worry, I will do what I say. We have a mutually beneficial relationship. I will give you the project. After you get up at your house, help me, and then I will help you. We are brothers, right?" Chu Xiang said.

"Okay, then I'll call her." Gao Xuan took out his cell phone, "I'll tell her first and ask her to be an oil painting model for you for a day. If she agrees to go, you can tell her in person, and then I'll tell her separate."

"Let's fight." Chu Xiang sniffed, feeling suddenly nervous and expectant in his heart.

On the other side, Chongqing Vientiane City.

Zhang Mengyue and her best friend Song Qingqing were shopping when they suddenly received a call.

"What? Feng Qingzhong was beaten? Is it serious? Where is he?" Zhang Mengyue said in shock, "I'll go over and take a look. Yingqin, don't cry, don't be afraid."

After hanging up the phone, my best friend asked: "What's going on? Is there a call from Zhu Yingqin?"

Best friends also know that Zhang Mengyue and Zhu Yingqin live in the same graduate dormitory and have a good relationship on weekdays.

"Well, her boyfriend was beaten, let's go take a look." Zhang Mengyue took her best friend's hand and took a taxi outside, heading straight to the Fifth Hospital.

Zhang Mengyue doesn't care about Feng Qingzhong.

But after all, Feng Qingzhong introduced her to Chen Chuan.

Without Feng Qingzhong, there would be no three encounters between her and Chen Chuan, in the dormitory, in the river embankment car, and in the intercontinental suite.

Arriving at the Fifth Hospital, Zhang Mengyue saw Feng Qingzhong with a bandage on his head and an IV drip on the hospital bed.

Feng Qingzhong had fallen asleep, and his girlfriend Zhu Yingqin was crying next to him.

Zhang Mengyue went over to comfort Zhu Yingqin.

The three of them left the ward and went to the corridor.

Zhu Yingqin explained the cause and effect, and then said: "His boss paid 500,000 yuan for medical expenses."

"Was the beating serious?" Zhang Mengyue asked.

"It's not serious, just soft tissue contusion and skin trauma, a broken nose, a swollen face, no broken bones, and no concussion. But I heard that the man who beat Qingzhong was beaten very badly by Chen Chuan's people. His bones were broken and his face was covered in blood. In the end, he knelt down and begged for mercy, and Chen Chuan’s people just let it go." Zhu Yingqin said.

Song Qingqing commented: "That's okay! If the medical expenses are less than 5,000 yuan, the remaining 495,000 yuan is a reward for Feng Qingzhong. It's nearly 500,000 yuan. I can't save 500,000 yuan after working for two years. Yingqin Stop crying and smile."

"You are so ridiculous!" Zhu Yingqin rolled her eyes.

While the three of them were talking, Zhang Mengyue's cell phone rang again.

"Gao Xuan? Answer it." Song Qingqing looked at Mengyue's mobile phone and said.

Zhang Mengyue answered and turned aside, "What? You asked me to go... You are so embarrassed to say it! What do you mean? Who do you think I am..."

Zhang Mengyue's voice was a little excited.

Zhu Yingqin and Song Qingqing looked at each other.

Zhang Mengyue hung up the phone and stood by the corridor window.

Two friends came over and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Are you having a fight?"

Zhang Mengyue held her cell phone, trembling with anger.

"What, what did Gao Xuan tell you?" the two friends asked.

"This person is too much. He mentioned to me more than once that he asked me to be a model for a man named Chu Xiang. I don't even know that person. What is this?" Zhang Mengyue said.

"Ah? Gao Xuan told you that? It's too much. Let's break it up as soon as possible." Zhu Yingqin said.

"I really want to break up with him." Zhang Mengyue said.

Song Qingqing said: "Hey, Meng Yue, are you falling in love with someone else and taking the opportunity to break up with Gao Xuan?"

"No, it has nothing to do with others." Zhang Mengyue said, "Besides, I don't like anyone else."

"No? Under that big tree, I saw you asking for a kiss so actively, I almost stripped myself naked..." Song Qingqing said.

"Hey, don't talk nonsense!" Zhang Mengyue covered Song Qingqing's mouth.

…

April 29, Saturday, the seventh day of the fourth lunar month.

This is Chen Chuan's fifth day in Chongqing.

Counting the first four days, the schedule is quite tight.

He arrived on the 25th, was hosted by Feng Qingzhong, and met Zhang Mengyue.

On the 26th, he and Xiaolu attended her master's engagement party. In the afternoon, he had free time and had dinner with Feng Qingzhong. In the evening, he and Zhang Mengyue watched the scenery on the river embankment.

On the 27th, I joined the SJT Supercar Club and spent the evening with Zhang Mengyue at the Intercontinental Hotel.

On the 28th, Revington was shipped to participate in the club's unified activities and participate in the auction.

In the early morning of the 29th, Chen Chuan and Xiaolu bid farewell affectionately. Xiaolu accompanied Cheng Fei, and Cheng's father returned to Chengdu to collect the house and car.

Chen Chuan stayed in Chongqing by himself.

Chen Chuan turned off his cell phone to save Feng Qingzhong, Hu Kaili and others from always calling him to ask him to go out.

He was lying in his Westin hotel suite, looking out at the gray sky.

Because it was 7 o'clock in the morning, it was foggy in the mountain city, so the sky looked a bit cloudy.

Xiaolu drove the Bentley back to Chengdu.

Now in Chongqing, there are three cars owned by Chen Chuan here, GT2RS, Reventon and SVJ63. If Rafa comes in two days, there will be four cars!

Whether or not to buy a villa and get a few parking spaces to leave the car here is a question.

To put it simply, where should the car Rafa be driven?

Thinking about this problem, Chen Chuan thought for a while and decided to transport Revington and SVJ63 back to Chengdu first.

Rafa and GT2RS stay in Chongqing.

I lay in bed until 7:30, then got up and played [Linchuan Four Dreams].

Suddenly, I realized that the wooden knife had become very heavy. I misjudged the weight and almost lost my grip and dropped it to the ground.

"Ding! [Linchuan Four Dreams] has passed its third hundred days of cultivation. The weight of the blade is +200%, and it has acquired the [Sweet Critical Hit] attribute."

"[Sweet Critical Hit]: When hitting someone with this weapon, there is a 1% chance that the person being hit will feel inexplicable sweetness. PS: It only takes effect on people whose appearance is above 85 points."

A message prompt appears.

Chen Chuan did some calculations and obtained the [Four Dreams of Linchuan] in the world. After cultivating it for the first hundred days, he found it useless and threw it aside.

But back to reality, I picked it up again and started to warm it up. Starting from October last year, November, December, and mid-January were the second hundred days.

Late January, February, March, and April are the third hundred days.

The scabbard evolved in the first hundred days.

The second hundred days gave the [Weapon Master] buff.

This third hundred days has increased its self-weight by 200% and added the [Sweet Critical Hit] attribute.

This attribute is too useless. It is used to hit people, but it also makes the other person feel sweet? However, the probability of output is 1%, which is frighteningly low. Unless the output frequency is super fast, it is possible to trigger, otherwise it will be a useless attribute.

Chen Chuan pinned his hopes on the fourth hundred days. If there is no interruption during this period and the temperature is maintained for 12 hours a day, it should be obtained in early August.

The suite doorbell rang.

This is the butler coming to deliver breakfast.

Therefore, Chen Chuan didn't want to go out, so he asked the housekeeper to bring breakfast to the room.

I went to open the door. Several waiters stood at the door and bowed to say hello. They brought the food boxes in, took them to the restaurant and opened them. There was a table full of Chongqing specialty breakfasts.

After the other waiters finished setting breakfast and left.

The young suite butler smiled and asked: "Mr. Chen, do you need any other services?"

Chen Chuan was playing [Linchuan Four Dreams] when he thought of [Sweet Crit] and saw that the young butler's appearance should be above 85 points, that is, a passerby-level beauty. Commonly known as 8-point girl.

Chen Chuan said: "Do you mind if we play a little game? I'll hit you with this, gently, I promise it won't hurt..."

"Ah this?" The housekeeper turned around, looked at the door that was open, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Okay, then I'll go and close the door."

"No need to close the door, just..."

"Okay." The butler raised his PP.

Snapped!

Chen Chuan swung his fist and hit him.

"Ah!" the butler cried out.

"Uh, what does this feel like? Do you feel a little bit sweet?" Chen Chuan asked.

"Sweet? Well... okay, yes..." the butler blushed and said.

"Tell the truth." Chen Chuan said.

"No, it just hurts..." the housekeeper whispered.

"I'm sorry, um, the day after tomorrow is the May Day holiday. I'll transfer you a 510 red envelope. I apologize slightly and give me your code." Chen Chuan took out his mobile phone.

The housekeeper straightened up, smiled happily, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Chen, then you might as well give me 10 yuan more."

"520? Okay..." Chen Chuan transferred it to her, which is considered a tip, although there is no such custom in China.

The butler accepted the big red envelope and before leaving happily, asked: "Mr. Chen, do you want to come again?"

"Okay." Chen Chuan picked up [Linchuan Four Dreams] and hit it lightly.

Snapped!

"How does it feel? Is it sweet?" Chen Chuan asked.

"It hurts," the steward said.

"Okay, then you can go." Chen Chuan started to eat breakfast.

There was nothing much to do today, so Chen Chuan slowly ate oil tea and waited for the table full of Chongqing night breakfast.

While eating, I turned on the TV in the restaurant.

The days are leisurely and pleasant.

He didn't contact anyone the whole day. He stayed in the hotel by himself, watched two movies, then went downstairs to eat hot pot, drove GT2RS around the mountain city, and looked at the white legs all over the pedestrian street.

The phone has not been turned on. This feeling of being hidden in the city is quite interesting.

Eating, spending money, and buying snacks all come from the cash in your wallet.

Going up and down the mountain roads in Chongqing City, the girls also go up and down every day, and they have exercised. Their legs are really good-looking.

In the evening, I watched the car bask in the sun by the Jialing River and watch the sunset.

While walking by the river, I can’t help but think of the beauty of Zhang University at night on the river embankment.

Thinking again of that night at the Intercontinental Hotel.

I didn't use a small umbrella that night, so Chen Chuan asked "Do you like it" at the critical moment.

She was shy and silent, but when Chen Chuan asked again, she nodded and said "I like it, like it, like it" many times...

With the river breeze blowing and looking at the sunset over the river, it was night time before I knew it.

I had hot pot by myself again for dinner.

During this period, I felt a little impulsive and wanted to turn on my phone, because Feng Qingzhong would definitely contact me.

If Feng Qingzhong contacted him for dinner, what about Zhang Mengyue? Most likely she will be invited as well, so will she still come? After all, she said the last time many times, although she overturned it herself.

But in the end, Chen Chuan still didn't turn on his phone. Since he was on holiday, he had to look like he was on holiday.

After eating hot pot, we went to watch a movie and then went back to the hotel to sleep.

The next day is Sunday.

At eight o'clock in the morning, when Chen Chuan woke up, he received a call from Ye Zhilin.

"Mr. Chen, don't forget today's agreement, [Qianlong Royal Vase]." Ye Zhilin's gentle voice came from the mobile phone.

Chen Chuan looked at the date and said with a smile: "Sister, can you enjoy just watching? In fact, the thing is already mine, what is there to see?"

"Of course, bring it over. I also have a lot of collections at home. Maybe after you come here, you will see something and exchange it with me. Don't you guys like swords and other weapons for fighting and killing? There are quite a few here. There are also real war bows from the Qing Dynasty and armors. In short, there are quite a few collections. Come on." Ye Zhilin said.

"Okay. Then I... go to your house for lunch, or..."

"Of course I'm here for lunch. Sister, I won't even give you a meal. If you come, there must be something you like to eat here." Ye Zhilin said.