A life of financial freedom

Back in the office, Chu Fang walked to the French window, put the phone to her ear, took a deep breath, and the other party seemed to hear the sound of her inhalation, and the voice of the reply contained a hint of smile: "What? Am I a devil? Take a deep breath when you hear my voice."

"No." Chu Fang responded, "Graduated from college?"

"Yeah."

"Very good." He nodded, "Then hang up."

"You are still so ruthless." The voice on the other side had a feeling of loss, but then cheered up, "It's my birthday tonight, will you come?"

"Forget it." Chu Fang refused, "Then I'll hang up, you don't need money, so I won't send you a red envelope, I wish you a happy birthday."

After speaking, Chu Fang hung up the phone, then blocked the strange phone number, put his hands in his pockets, and looked straight ahead at the scenery, layers of white clouds, like a dream, floating lightly in the sky.

And his eyebrows slowly frowned, forming a "chuan" character.

... ...

In the Bund of Magic City, a Starbucks coffee, two girls sat in a corner.

One girl was dressed fashionably, wearing a pair of gold earrings, simple yet noble, and a delicate watch on her wrist, showing her financial strength and taste.

The other girl was wearing a black dress, tailored to fit her body, with delicate and natural makeup, and light eyeshadow and lip gloss made her facial features more three-dimensional. The most impressive thing was her short hair, neat and stylish, with a capable, refreshing and confident temperament.

However, at this moment, the short-haired confident girl showed an unconfident look on her face. Holding the mobile phone, she heard the soft voice of the telecom operator: The number you dialed cannot be connected, please call again later.

The short-haired woman seemed unconvinced and called several times, but the voice was the same every time. Finally, she slowly put down the phone, and her delicate face showed a look of loss: "Alas! You have blocked me, so how can you send a red envelope?"

Yi Ke looked at her best friend in front of her, supporting her chin with both hands: "It's been three years, why are you still obsessed with that man, what's so good about him?"

"I don't know." The short-haired woman shook her head.

"I'm quite curious." Yi Ke said, "How many boys have tried their best to pursue you, but you turned a blind eye, but the man who was so ruthless to you didn't even come to the birthday party, but you were obsessed with him. Is it your brain that is sick, or is that boy blind and really not tempted by her?"

"It should be my problem." The short-haired woman said.

Yi Ke stretched her neck: "He blocked you again. What a weird man."

"Forget it." The short-haired girl looked at the sky. Although she was rejected countless times, each time was ruthless enough, so ruthless that she felt cold all over. She slowly retracted her gaze, shook her head, and threw away those messy emotions. As long as she was in the Magic City, there would be opportunities after all. She cheered up.

"Didn't you prepare a birthday party for me tonight? Let's go."

The two walked out of the cafe together. Yi Ke slapped his head and seemed to remember something: "Oh, by the way, Zhang Yan, my phone is out of credit. I'll lend you my phone to recharge it."

The short-haired girl Zhang Yan handed her phone to Yi Ke and looked forward, as if she was immersed in her own world, while the latter pretended to flip through the phone, turned to the phone book, and wrote down the phone number.

"Are you done?"

"Okay, okay."

"Let's go."

... ...

Chu Fang was in a restless mood all day until he got off work.

He walked out of the office, his serious expression relaxed, and left the company with Wei Caixia. When they got downstairs, they saw Rong Shunji standing at the door.

Chu Fang's irritability was slightly reduced. Facing his friend who came forward, he said jokingly: "What's the matter? You come to work in my company, and you come to pick me up after work. Are you afraid that I will sell your wife to Myanmar?"

"Indeed." Rong Shunji nodded, "You kid can't do any serious work all day, I am counting on this opportunity to catch your handle, take down your criminal den in one fell swoop, and return fairness, justice, and peace to the society."

After a pause, he asked his wife: "Have you been bullied in the company? Speak boldly. I will return all the bullying you have suffered from others to their boss."

"No~" Wei Caixia was a little shy.

To express his gratitude, Rong Shunji invited Chu Fang to dinner. The three were about to leave together. Suddenly, the mobile phone in Chu Fang's pocket vibrated again.

Hey, that's strange. I usually don't get any calls, but today I get several, and they're all from unfamiliar numbers. Has my personal information been leaked? The leakage of personal privacy is really serious nowadays.Chu Fang answered the phone, and heard a gentle and rhythmic voice: "Hello, nice to meet you."

"You are too happy too early." After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Rong Shunji asked: "Who is it?"

"A harassment call."

Just as he was about to leave, another call came in, still from the same number. Chu Fang answered it and said a little irritably: "You harassment calls twice, are you crazy? Don't you know how many days to wait before calling again? With your level of business, you must have been shocked in northern Myanmar."

The voice on the other end rose eight degrees: "I am Zhang Yan's sister."

Rong Shunji next to him raised his eyebrows, obviously also heard the news, a little surprised, but then a faint smile appeared on his face, mixed with some look of watching the fun.

"What's the matter?" Chu Fang suddenly became irritable again.

Then he listened to the message in his ear, frowned, and after listening, he thought for a full half minute before finally making up his mind and speaking slowly: "Where is the address of the birthday party?"

After listening, Chu Fang immediately hung up the phone, slowly exhaled, and said as if venting: "Oh, I'm so annoyed. I won't eat this meal tonight. I'm going to lose weight."

The latter sentence was said to Rong Shunji, and the smile on his friend's face became more obvious: "Lose weight? You can lie to your buddies, but don't lie to yourself. Zhang Yan is back to China?"

"Yeah."

"Hahaha..." Hearing this, Rong Shunji couldn't hold back his smile anymore, laughed out loud, waved his hand, "Get out, get out quickly, look forward to your follow-up report."

This is a good friend... Chu Fang's mouth twitched, rolled his eyes at the other party, and strode away.