"Uncle, you can go to any of the four major banks in Shanghai and tell me Chu Fang's name. The bank will check your identity. If it is correct, you can withdraw 10 million yuan at will. That 10 million yuan is my birthday gift to Zhang Yan tonight. Don't worry about whether the procedures are qualified or whether there is so much money in the bank account. I think I still have some face in the bank." Yang Meina and He Yi looked at each other, their eyes filled with surprise. In the past, their perception of Chu Fang was limited to handsome, rich, lazy, just a rich young man, and these words at this moment instantly changed the image of Chu Fang in their minds, becoming bigger, brighter, and clearer. At this moment, Zhong Tingyue also went downstairs. Chu Fang suppressed his emotions and left holding his girlfriend's hand. Yi Ke watched the four figures disappear into the darkness, and fell into a daze. Zhang Yan's father's deep and steady voice came to her ears: "Xiao Ke, don't tell Xiao Yan what happened tonight. Help me investigate the boy's personal information." "Oh, OK." When Yi Ke came to his senses, Zhang Yan's father had slowly left and went upstairs. Going upstairs, Zhang Yan's father saw his daughter sitting in front of the French window, staring blankly outside, the endless darkness. Walking to the side, Zhang Yan seemed to be a little sober, hugging her father's waist, tears running down her cheeks, her father gently touched his daughter's head, and said softly: "I'm sorry." ... ...
Except for hiding her identity from Zhong Tingyue and the two elders in the family (mainly because she was afraid that they would be unable to think straight for a while), she has never hidden herself from anyone else. A lot of personal information is openly exposed in the circle of friends and classmates, so it is easy to investigate the information. Yi Ke added a few former college classmates and immediately found Chu Fang's basic information. He lives in Zhonghai Mingyuan, has a car worth tens of millions, and is the CEO of Founder Investment Co., Ltd. ... Looking at the above information, he was born in an ordinary family and seems to have an unparalleled talent in the financial industry. He has made a fortune since then. His assets should be more than Yi Ke and Zhang Yan combined. Yi Ke was shocked again. Chu Fang is not a rich kid as she thought, but a self-made rich generation, and he is still so young. No wonder he is not inferior to Zhang Qiu, and even said such a powerful words. No wonder he is so imposing. No wonder Zhang Yan, such a proud girl, can't forget him. Yi Ke seemed to understand why her sister liked Chu Fang so much, and how many women in the world could resist such a man. Suddenly, the figure of Zhong Tingyue appeared in Yi Ke's mind. The woman with extraordinary temperament couldn't help but feel envious. ... ... After Yang Meina and He Yi described the whole incident vividly, they quietly left, leaving Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue alone. They walked hand in hand slowly on the road by the sea, accompanied by gusts of breeze, lifting Zhong Tingyue's hair. Zhong Tingyue put her hair behind her ears, but the wind blew past her and flew in front of her eyes, disturbing her eyes. Chu Fang took off the rubber band on his girlfriend's wrist, a very simple rubber band. Zhong Tingyue seemed to know what Chu Fang was going to do, so he stopped and walked to the front, facing his girlfriend. While tying her hair, he complained, "Your rubber band is ugly." "I don't have money." Zhong Tingyue's eyes flickered, "How can someone be so generous as to give 10 million directly." "If Zhang Yan's father really went to take it, I would be very sad." "Stingy!" "I'm not stingy, think about it more." Zhong Tingyue slowly exhaled: "Huh..."
If Zhang Qiu really took the 10 million, he would have completely disrespected Zhang Yan's ideas and ignored his precious daughter's face. For Zhang Yan, it should be particularly disappointing. In a few seconds, Chu Fang tied her hair into a small bun. At this moment, Zhong Tingyue looked a little more pure, like a female college student who had not yet left the school gate. "Tsk, tsk, tsk." Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes and said sarcastically, "Someone has a good technique." "Even your future mother-in-law is jealous." Chu Fang replied. Chu Fang often tied Chu's mother's hair at home, and learned some skills from doing so. He thought he had no place to use them, but he didn't expect to use them on Zhong Tingyue. Zhong Tingyue didn't say anything. The two walked and came to a fried rice stall. Chu Fang touched his stomach and was hungry. Tonight, I was busy fighting with that old Deng and forgot to eat. I ordered two servings of green pepper and shredded pork fried rice. It was a very simple fried rice, which was made by mixing rice with green peppers and adding some seasonings, but it was very is a delicacy. When it comes out of the pot, it is still steaming and has a strong aroma that can be seen with the naked eye. Especially Chu Fang also added all the side dishes of the stall into it, sausages, bacon, ham... ..., and put it into his mouth in one bite. In Sichuan dialect, it is simply miserable. After eating, drink the free clear soup and feel full. Maybe it is because 'wild boars can't eat fine bran', Chu Fang thinks that a bowl of fried rice on the roadside is enough to beat the food in a five-star high-end hotel. Zhong Tingyue scanned the code to pay the bill, and the two of them spent a total of 40 yuan. After the two left the stall, Chu Fang asked in surprise, "Can this make money?" "Yes, there is no one in the world who does business at a loss." Zhong Tingyue patted her belly, looking very satisfied, "This kind of small stall has no rent, so there are fewer expenses. After deducting the cost of ingredients, the rest is all net profit." Looking at Chu Fang, she continued, "Not everyone is like you, making a huge fortune, driving a car worth tens of millions, and giving others a birthday gift worth 10 million. That is not the life of ordinary people. Most ordinary people work to maintain the most basic daily expenses. It would be better if they can save some money." The breeze was blowing gently, with a salty smell. Zhong Tingyue's voice was very light, and it drifted away under the force of the wind: "Chu Fang, have you ever thought about what the life of an ordinary person is like? If one day you go bankrupt, have you lost your yearning for life? Can you still live happily like now."