As evening fell, the sky was filled with rosy clouds, creating a magnificent spectacle.
The three roommates found jobs in Shanghai and did not leave the bustling metropolis.
Chu Fang carried the three of them to their respective places.
The car was unusually quiet throughout the journey.
Four years of student friendship were suddenly severed, leaving me with a deep sense of reluctance.
Soon they arrived at the residential area where Wen Xiangbing rented a place.
Wen Xiangbing, carrying his luggage, patted Shao Liang on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Liangzi, be bolder in the workplace. Don't be so timid, or you'll be bullied. If you encounter any problems, talk to your buddies. I can't help with big things, and I'm too lazy to help with small things, but you must remember to tell us. We've been buddies for years after all..."
Shao Liang was the youngest of the four. He was introverted and somewhat effeminate. The group took care of this younger brother during their university years.
Shao Liang replied softly, "Thank you, Brother Bing."
Wen Xiangbing waved his hand, looked at Rong Shunji, and thought for a moment: "Never mind, I won't say anything to you."
Rong Shunji is the most optimistic and cheerful of the four. She is good at socializing and is the social butterfly of their class. Even in the workplace, Wen Xiangbing believes that this roommate will be very successful.
Finally, he turned his gaze to Chu Fang and said slowly, "Fangzi, you are different from us brothers. You don't have any worries about wealth. You were the one I was most at ease with, but I still want to say a few words. Don't take it to heart."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "I don't have much to say about your 'Platonic' feelings; that's your life's goal. What I want to say is, if you happen to meet 'the one' in the future, don't be fooled. Keep your eyes wide open and distinguish whether 'she' loves you or just your money."
It didn't matter that the money was spent; Chu Fang's family could afford it, and he was quite extravagant. What Wen Xiangbing was worried about was that this 'rich second-generation' roommate was tormented by his relationship.
That's the most painful.
Of all things in the world, love is the most hurtful.
Chu Fang nodded: "Understood."
Upon hearing this, Wen Xiangbing didn't say much. He waved to them, picked up his suitcase, and headed into the residential area.
Immediately afterwards, Chu Fang escorted his two roommates to the gate of another residential complex.
Because Rong Shunji and Shao Liang's companies were close to each other, they rented the same apartment so they could look after each other.
"Get lost." Rong Shunji snapped his fingers and said to Chu Fang, "Treat us to a meal sometime."
"Why am I paying? What about you?" Chu Fang casually tossed a bottle of drink to his hand.
Rong Shunji said righteously, "You have money."
"Get out of here!"
Chu Fang pulled down the trunk and patted Shao Liang on the shoulder: "Call me if anything happens."
My introverted roommate nodded.
It was getting late, and since everyone had to go to work the next day, Chu Fang didn't chat for long. He simply gave them a brief explanation and then drove away.
... ...
As night falls, the working class begins to leave work, and the streets and alleys become congested.
Chu Fang wasn't in a hurry. He rolled down the car window, and the hot air outside rushed in, making it hard for him to breathe for a moment. It took him a few seconds to adjust.
Spending long periods of time in air-conditioned environments during the summer is not good for one's health.
He was stuck in traffic on the street, looking outside.
As night falls, the neon lights of shopping malls, towering skyscrapers, and speeding cars... showcase the extravagance and prosperity of Shanghai to the fullest.
Buzzing...
As they were talking, a Lamborghini came from the front, accompanied by the roar of its engine, and people all around cast envious glances at the sports car.
"Driving a beat-up Lamborghini, what's so great about that?" Chu Fang rolled his eyes. "Assessment complete, standard idiot."
He couldn't stand those rich kids who drove around in beat-up sports cars, randomly starting the engine as if they were rich, when in reality they were just idiots.
Thanks to the construction of several high bridges, the traffic jam was quickly alleviated, and Chu Fang stepped on the gas and drove forward.
Before long, we arrived in Shanghai, a city where land is incredibly valuable, and indeed, in all of China.
The Bund in Shanghai.
The Bund is home to a variety of luxury brand stores: LV, Hermès, Patek Philippe... opulent shopping malls, five-star hotels, and impeccably dressed, gentlemanly elites...
This place reeks of money.
But none of this attracted Chu Fang's attention; he had seen too much of it and was getting tired of it.
He casually turned the steering wheel, and the car turned into a quiet, clean alleyway on the Bund, surrounded by residential areas.
Zhonghai Mingyuan is the residential community where Chu Fang lives. It is located in the center of Shanghai, next to the Bund. The residents of the community are all people of status and position. Standing on it, you can take in the most beautiful scenery of Shanghai.
Of course, housing prices are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
A few years ago, Chu Fang spent 0.6 small goals to buy it, but a few years later, the price of Zhonghai Mingyuan rose against the trend in the context of the ever-rising housing prices.
The most important value of a house is its location, its location, and its location.
The location of Zhonghai Mingyuan is impeccable.
When Chu Fang arrived at the gate of the residential area, the young and strong security guard saw him, immediately straightened his body, gave him a respectful salute, and quickly opened the gate to the underground parking garage.
"This is troublesome." Chu Fang tossed a pack of cigarettes to the security guard and said with a smile.
Chu Fang doesn't smoke; the cigarettes were bought by Wen Xiangbing, who forgot to take them when he left, so he simply gave them to the security guard.
"Thank you, Mr. Chu." The security guard accepted the cigarette. He had known Chu Fang for some time and did not refuse, but saluted again.
As the Cadillac disappeared from sight, the security guard relaxed and couldn't help but sigh, "We're all human, so why is there such a huge difference in how we treat each other?"
It is obvious that Chu Fang is much younger than him, but the former has already achieved financial freedom and is carefree, while the latter is still working for others.
Furthermore, what impressed the security guards most was Chu Fang's approachable attitude. Despite the vast difference in their social standing, he was incredibly down-to-earth, always greeting them with a smile and offering simple gifts like cigarettes and fine wine...
The security guard asked himself, if he were Chu Fang, he absolutely could not have done it.
Chu Fang went down to the underground parking garage, which was filled with all kinds of cars: BMWs, Audis, Lexuses, Bentleys... all of them were luxury cars worth hundreds of thousands, millions, or even millions of dollars.
He parked his Cadillac in its designated parking space.
Chu Fang got out of the car and glanced at the three cars next to him: a LaFerrari, a Maybach, and a Bugatti.
He lightly kicked the multi-million dollar LaFerrari: "Why did we buy these cars in the first place? It's pointless."
These three cars all belong to him. He rarely drives them after buying them, and they just sit in the garage collecting dust. The annual depreciation, insurance, repair costs, and other miscellaneous expenses add up to over a million.
Buying a car is a decision that requires careful consideration.
Feeling a bit better after kicking the elevator, Chu Fang took it home.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com