Since September, I have accumulated some wealth. I no longer have to worry about ordinary daily expenses, and I also have the big house and luxury car I have always dreamed of.

It's not good enough though.

For example, this house is close to the city center, but it cannot be called a luxury house, and it doesn’t even have a swimming pool, which is standard for rich people.

As for the Rolls-Royce, the paint was later repainted by the car dealer, changing it from white to black.

The British car company Rolls-Royce is quite high-end these days. If you want to customize a black Silver Shadow, it is not enough to have money, your status and position must also meet a certain standard. Han Chudong is obviously not qualified.

The seller knew that many customers would repaint the car themselves in the most popular black color, so he simply bought the original paint and helped to paint it directly.

He can't afford a yacht or a private jet, nor does he have the capital to appear on the cover of high-end magazines, but these are the reasons why he chooses to continue to make progress.

Having lived a second life, and living in a post-conglomerate era with such a good entrepreneurial environment, there is no reason not to give it a try and strive for a bright future.

Dinner hasn’t started yet.

There have been a lot of things going on recently and I am very busy and tired.

After returning to the room, he poured himself half a glass of tequila, took out a cigar from the box, cut it, took a lighter, and went to the small balcony to look at the wild ducks in the small lake not far away.

The houses were built more than 20 years ago and are very close to each other.

Han Chudong was puffing away at the smoke with a wine glass in one hand and a cigar in the other. He heard the sound of a car and looked over to find that it was the Aston Martin DB5 that he had long admired, parked at the door of the house next door.

First, a couple got out of the car. They looked to be about 40 years old. Then a brown-haired girl got out from the back seat. Her age was hard to guess, but she looked pretty good from a distance.

He knew there was someone living next door, but he never visited them, had almost no contact with them, and didn't even know their last name.

Maybe he just came back from a long trip and his car was not there for the past few days.

The white couple went around to the back of the car and took out bags. When they saw Han Chudong standing on the balcony, they waved and greeted him.

He smiled politely, but because he was unfamiliar with the family, he was too lazy to speak and just continued to look at the family.

His eyes met with a little girl who should be the couple's daughter. After looking at her carefully, he felt that she was probably only fourteen or fifteen years old. She was wearing a girls' school uniform. She also waved and quickly went into the house.

The cigar was only about a quarter burned, so I put it on the railing to let it go out by itself, raised my head to finish the tequila, and went downstairs to have dinner...

The boy with glasses was busy with exams, Zhao Dajun continued to go to Northern California to sell toys, and the boy with watermelon head was so busy that he was rarely seen.

In this case, I was so bored that I couldn’t even go to the dance hall, and I had fewer friends around me.

As for the employees who worked for him, he couldn't call them one by one to invite them out for a drink. Besides, even if they were willing to come out, they couldn't chat freely like friends.

Thanksgiving Day is after midnight. The Han family does not attach importance to this holiday. They braised a turkey tonight, and it tasted okay after it was stewed.

It was almost seven o'clock. I looked around but couldn't find the TV series I wanted to watch. Finally, I decided to go out alone, find a bar, have a couple of drinks, and then go home for a good sleep.

I had just gone out and got into the Jaguar convertible when the girl from the next-door neighbor came over. She had changed out of her school uniform and into jeans and a black long-sleeved jacket.

She asked in a familiar voice, "Hi, where are you going? If you're going downtown, near the Walt Disney Theater, can you take me with you or drop me off where I can get a taxi?"

"I need to go to the bar, but I'm not in a hurry. Can I take you there so you can hang out with your friends?"

Seen up close.

I found that she was indeed a beautiful girl with outstanding looks.

Han Chudong went out because he was bored at home, and didn't mind taking a detour to give the other person a ride.

"That's right, our friends are all on vacation. I had no idea that someone else lived in this house. She usually goes to Marymount Girls' School. What about you? You have a driver's license, right?"

"I'm nineteen, how could I not have a driver's license? How young do you think I am?"

He was at a loss for words and asked the other party to fasten their seat belts, open the convertible top and drive off directly.

"Wow... I thought you were only one or two years older than me. It's hard to tell an Asian's age by appearance. There's a female teacher in my school who's in her thirties but looks like she's in her twenties. By the way, nice to meet you, my name is Emma Lawrence."

“Mason Han.”

Han Chudong saw the other party extend her hand, shook hands with her politely, and said with a smile: "No wonder I haven't seen you before, you live in the school? What grade are you in?"

"…ninth grade, so you didn't go to college?"

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

"Yes, I couldn't pass the exam because of my poor grades, so I had to start my own small business."

His little neighbor Emma, ​​after hearing this, really thought that Han Chudong was running a small business, but she didn't look down on him either. She was still at an age where she thought adults were cool and free, and she didn't judge someone by how much money they made.

Her tone was full of envy: "That's great. I also want to leave that damn school as soon as possible. Do you know where our school is? It's on Sunset Boulevard. Sometimes I don't even go home during holidays. I haven't seen my friends for more than half a month."

As one of the most famous streets in Los Angeles, Han Chudong certainly knew Sunset Boulevard. He nodded and said, "We have a few days off. Winter vacation will come soon. We will have plenty of time then."

Silence for a few seconds.

Emma Lawrence asked again: "You are nineteen years old, you still can't drink, but you just said you were going to the bar, don't you know where they don't check your age?"

"You also said that you can't tell the age of Asian people. If I say I'm 25, some people will believe me too."

Han Chudong tilted his head and asked curiously, "How old are you? You actually want to sneak into a bar?"

"I'm sixteen! Um...I'll be sixteen in three days, and my friend's brother will take us in for drinks."

When I was a child, I always wanted to grow up and be free. When Emma Lawrence heard Han Chudong's words, she felt a little emotional. Like most girls in adolescence, she also entered a rebellious period and was eager to show her maturity.

He regretted it right after he finished speaking, and asked cautiously, "Mason, can I call you Mason? Tell me you're not the kind of person who likes to snitch. If my parents knew I was drinking, they would definitely ground me."

"I didn't hear it, and I'm not familiar with your parents. But I suggest you don't drink. Not only will you feel uncomfortable when you're drunk, but you'll also be more likely to do something you'll regret. Because you're a woman, and bars are chaotic, with all kinds of people. Do you understand what I mean?"

Emma didn't take it seriously at all.

She was a cool girl, so she was quite disgusted by him talking to her in the tone of an elder. She frowned slightly and continued, "Mason, do you often drink too much? My classmates said that cocktails taste the best and whiskey is hard to drink. Is that true?"

"There is no such thing as delicious wine. It's just that adults have a lot of worries and want to numb themselves with alcohol. At your age, there is nothing to worry about. It's better to meet friends to go to the movies, go shopping, and then go home early."

There was also a girl who turned sixteen in three days. She looked disappointed and said, "Who said I don't have any worries? I have a lot of worries. How about you? Were you dumped? Or did someone cheat you out of money in business?"

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