A life of financial freedom

In the next few days, Chu Fang took care of the schooling of his two sisters, which was just donating money, and took them to travel around the major attractions in Shanghai to see the world.

Oriental Pearl Tower, Science and Technology Museum, Pedestrian Street, Disneyland... ...

Before the start of the third year of high school, he had a crazy time.

As long as the money was in place, the glass would be broken.

Soon, the admission procedures were completed and the two sisters started formal classes.

Although it was July and it was summer vacation, there were no winter and summer vacations for senior high school students, only study.

Chu Yi and Zhou Qiong were in the same class. Chu Fang was relieved to see that they were adapting well.

He turned around and whispered to the head teacher: "Teacher, they don't have a good foundation in learning. Maybe they can't keep up with the pace of the class for a while. I hope you can take care of them. Sorry for bothering you."

The education level of the small town is not comparable to that of Shanghai. There is a clear gap.

Chu Fang hoped that the teachers of various subjects would take more care of the two sisters and improve their grades as much as possible.

"Of course." The head teacher smiled, "We teachers have the responsibility to help our students."

Not only because Chu Fang donated several million to the school, but also because he touched his pocket and found a red envelope inside, which was particularly thick and full of thoughtfulness.

Millions of dollars have been spent, and Chu Fang doesn't mind spending tens of thousands more to "bribe" the teacher.

... ...

After solving his sister's problem, Chu Fang returned to the Epiphyllum Community.

When he woke up in the morning, he got dressed, washed up simply, and went to the company.

He asked for several days off.

Chu Fang suspected that if his salary was not two thousand yuan, the company might have fired him long ago.

As soon as he walked out of the house, he ran into Zhong Tingyue.

She was wearing a yellow dress, and the hem of her skirt fluttered slightly, like a dancing butterfly.

Her long hair was scattered behind her, and her delicate features and fair skin were shining in the sun, making her look particularly elegant.

"Designer Zhong, long time no see."

After getting familiar with Zhong Tingyue, he preferred to call her by a special name, and the latter did not refuse.

"What have you been doing these days?"

The two entered the elevator and went downstairs together.

Chu Fang replied: "Traveling."

"..." Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips, "Mr. Huang's commission for that project has come down. You have made a contribution. Your salary slip should be 23,000 yuan. Spend it frugally. Rent, living expenses, and car expenses all cost money."

Sometimes Zhong Tingyue was worried about Chu Fang. His basic salary was only 2,000, but he still had such a good attitude. It would be fine if he slacked off at work, but he took several days off in a row.

Can his income support his expenses?

If his savings were spent, Chu Fang would definitely find another company and no longer rent the Tanhua Community. Where would she go to find Chu Fang at that time? The two of them would lose contact.

In such a vast sea of ​​people, where would she find the person she loved?

Chu Fang didn't care and waved his hand: "Don't worry, I'll make it right when the time comes. I won't pretend anymore. I'm a rich second-generation."

"... OK." Zhong Tingyue nodded.

Sometimes she suspected that Chu Fang was really a rich second-generation. After all, he was just a college graduate, and two thousand yuan would definitely not cover his expenses, but she always felt that... ... a rich second-generation working in their shabby company was a little bit wrong.

Moreover, she had also come into contact with many rich kids. Compared with those rich kids, Chu Fang was completely different. He lacked the kind of proud, complacent, arrogant, and contemptuous temperament.

Some rich second-generations seemed to be gentle and polite, but in fact they hid their true nature. They thought they hid it well, but ordinary people could feel it completely and deeply.

Chu Fang didn't have that kind of temperament at all.

He treated everyone with courtesy, not just superficial efforts, but sincerely treated the other party as an equal.

The two walked shoulder to shoulder towards the company.

Yateng Yige is not far from the Tanhua Community, a few hundred meters away. There are pedestrians on both sides of the road. Some are communicating with customers, some are eating breakfast, and some have one eye open and one eye closed, just walking subconsciously...

They are all miserable workers.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at the company.

"Hey, why did you two come together?" Jiang Wenzhen jumped up and down, looking energetic.

Zhong Tingyue replied: "Coincidence."

Chu Fang said: "We went out together this morning."

Zhong Tingyue stared at him, without saying anything, and walked directly into the company.

"Wow!" Hearing this, Jiang Wenzhen's face showed a naughty smile, and he stretched his neck: "You two... ...Hehehe..."

The meaning was conveyed before the words were finished.

Chu Fang's face was calm: "Don't be obsessed with me, I'm just a legend."

Jiang WenZhen was chatting in a teasing manner, while Chu Fang was speaking from the heart. The two chatted on different channels, but they reached a reasonable agreement.

Ma Junjie, director of the design department, walked into the company and frowned slightly: "Chu Fang, come to my office."

"OK." Chu Fang only realized that there was someone behind him at this time, and hurriedly turned back and saluted.

Ma Junjie saw his careless look, and his brows furrowed even deeper, but in the end he just nodded.

After the director left, Chu Fang leaned against the front desk and chatted with Jiang Wenzhen until 8:59, when he hurriedly clocked in for work and walked towards the director's office.

After knocking on the door gently and waiting for the other party to answer, Chu Fang walked in. Ma Junjie took his eyes off the computer and motioned him to sit down.

Then he asked slowly: "You have been in the company for a while, right?"

"Yes." Chu Fang nodded.

"How do you feel during this period of time?"

"Very good, like home."

"Well..." Ma Junjie pondered for a while, "The company represents seriousness and strictness, which makes people tense, while home is warm and loose, representing comfort and leisure. I hope you don't treat the company as home."

Before Chu Fang could argue, he continued: "I have been observing you for a long time, and your work attitude is really not... good. Although your basic salary is not high, the commission is quite good. I hope you can put your energy into work."

You are really good at talking. You can give a word of "good" to my work attitude. In my mind, you are also a good minister.

Chu Fang admitted that he was very lazy.

After entering the company, except for getting Mr. Huang, there was no other outstanding place. Usually, there was no design composition, socializing with customers, and inspecting the construction site... ..., staying in the company all day to enjoy the air conditioning, or chatting with the company employees.

Chu Fang no longer complains about the 2,000 yuan salary, but supports it.

Two thousand yuan for a chance to chat with colleagues, that's pretty good.

Chu Fang looked serious and nodded seriously: "I'm sorry, Minister, I just graduated and I'm not used to the workplace. I will adapt to the company as soon as possible and will never embarrass you."