A life of financial freedom

Saturday was a sunny day.

Chu Fang woke up early in the morning, and after breakfast was ready, his sister-in-law ate breakfast and went to school. Chu Fang urged Zhong Tingyue to leave home and go to the dance class he had signed up for.

After driving for a while, the two arrived at a high-end dance training class, which was decorated magnificently.

As soon as they entered the door, a girl with a great figure came and looked at Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue with a smile: "You two are Mr. Chu Fang and Ms. Zhong Tingyue, right?"

"Yes." The two nodded.

This girl with a great figure was the dance teacher invited by Chu Fang. Her name was Wang Qian. She was a dance teacher at the Magic City Art Academy. She had won many awards at home and abroad. Her reputation was prominent overseas, and the students she taught were also very good. They were all elites in the dance industry.

Since Zhong Tingyue was going to learn dance, she had to hire the best dance teacher.

Wang Qian's teaching price was also quite high, 5,000 yuan per class, and Chu Fang booked 30 classes at once, costing a total of 150,000 yuan.

To ordinary people, it is extremely expensive, but to Chu Fang, it is a good deal!

And he is the ultimate beneficiary, so it is worth spending any money.

"Do you have any experience in dancing?" Wang Qian asked.

Chu Fang replied: "No, I have never been in touch with dancing."

"Why do you want to learn dancing?"

Chu Fang replied: "Dancing is good for exercise and looks good."

Wang Qian nodded: "Then what do you know about dancing?"

"This is how I see it..."

Chu Fang was about to answer, but Wang Qian interrupted him with a smile: "Mr. Chu, I am asking Miss Zhong."

Chu Fang still did not give up: "I will answer for her."

"Some things are better answered by the person involved."

Hearing this, Chu Fang's mouth shrank, and Zhong Tingyue drew a curved arc at the corner of his mouth. He looked around. The entire training class was divided into several areas, each with a dance teacher, teaching a group of women to dance, wearing tight clothes, and they all had very good figures.

She smiled and said to Wang Qian: "Teacher Wang, are we studying here?"

"No." Wang Qian shook her head, "This is a study area prepared for ordinary customers, and for distinguished customers like you, we have special regional professors."

"Then let's go."

And Chu Fang took a step and wanted to follow, but Zhong Tingyue stopped him: "You wait here."

"No, I have to serve you tea and water." Chu Fang said righteously.

"No." Zhong Tingyue saw through his little thoughts at a glance, and he was determined to take a picture of his embarrassing dancing scene as a joke, or send it somewhere else.

Zhong Tingyue and Wang Qian left, leaving Chu Fang behind. He looked at their backs and said angrily, "If you don't want to watch, then don't watch. Why should I watch? There are so many beauties here, I can't even keep my eyes open."

Chu Fang sat aside, snapped his fingers, and asked the waiter to bring a glass of water. While watching the women in those areas learning to dance, he chatted with several buddies next to him who were accompanying their wives or girlfriends to learn to dance like him.

"Hiss... Look at that woman, she has a great figure."

"Look at that one, she's curvy, she's simply the best."

"..."

As for men, the topic always revolves around women. Several of them were very vulgar, but their vulgarity did not attract the glares of those women. Instead, they stretched their bodies more and more and showed off their dance.

This is a high-end dance class. Those who can come here are either rich or noble. The price for those women who learn dance in the public area is not that high. There are two purposes for coming here. One is to learn dance and improve themselves. The other is to get to know the powerful and maybe climb up the tree and become a phoenix.

However... ...those women thought too much. Several people started to chat around the group of women, but as they chatted, several men talked about games, sports, world wars, and even the vast starry sky, and they became more and more excited, quantum mechanics, bioengineering... ...

Chu Fang raised his voice: "I always believe that there are aliens outside the planet. Those aliens are different from us humans. Maybe they look like Minions, or maybe they are not people. This is scientifically based. Flamide, Chu, once said..."

Chu Fang didn't know what he was talking about. Anyway, he was talking nonsense based on the only knowledge of the universe. In this regard, he can proudly say: I am professional.

... ...

I don't know how long it took, Chu Fangzheng talked about the starry sky and the Big Bang, and suddenly he felt someone patting his arm, and said casually: "Don't pat me, I am thinking about something great, and once this thinking is interrupted,It will be a huge loss to human civilization. "

Then I heard a familiar and clear voice, like a stone thrown into a clear pool, very crisp: "Mr. Chu, I'll go first."

"Eh?" Chu Fang turned around and saw Zhong Tingyue standing behind him. The fine beads of sweat on his forehead gathered quietly, like the crystal clear dew on the tip of the leaf in the morning. His cheeks were slightly red due to exercise or emotional fluctuations, like the first blooming peach blossoms, adding a bit of liveliness and beauty, especially beautiful, "Ms. Zhong, why did you come out?"

The dance teacher Wang Qian next to him said: "Today's class has been learned."

Chu Fang looked outside and saw that the sun was setting. He was stunned: "Eh? Time flies so fast? I feel like it has passed in a flash."

Since he had finished learning, Chu Fang no longer elaborated on his views and opinions on the universe. He waved to a few buddies who were still chatting well: "Brother, let's stop here today. See you tomorrow."

"No problem! Brother, I'm waiting for you."

"You are very knowledgeable, are you a professor?"

"..."

Chu Fang nodded: "I have done some research in cosmology."

Zhong Tingyue covered her face and quickly pulled her fiancé away.

You don't feel ashamed, but I do.

You, who have a hard time getting into a 211 school, are talking about the Big Bang.

Wang Qian sent the two to the door and bowed slightly: "Mr. Chu, Miss Zhong, take care."

Seeing the two get in the car, she raised her eyebrows: "Hmm... Rolls-Royce, millions, so rich, so rich at this age, I'm so envious, I only charged them 5,000 yuan, isn't it a bit cheap, I should have charged 50,000 yuan earlier, what a loss. "