Financial freedom starts with the pursuit of a cool female doctor

Chapter 58 Dinner Party
Zhuo Tong suddenly asked a question, and Wang Ying snapped out of her reverie and quickly responded:

"The dinner party tonight is on the second floor, and I specially reserved the largest private room."

"Okay, Sister Wang, don't forget, I'm paying for dinner tonight. I can't let anyone else take it."

“If you have this idea, little brother, I, as your older sister, won’t stop you.”

"Okay, but I have some things to take care of before that."

……

In her hotel room, Lin Yuxuan, having removed her makeup and changed her clothes, looked at the magnificent room with a dazed expression.

There was a time when she could stay in such an exquisite room whenever she wanted.

According to what the woman named Xiao Cui said earlier, she was only able to use this room for free because of Zhuo Tong's favor.

The other party also explicitly expressed their envy of her, wanting to know what method she had used to make Zhuo Tong care about her so much.

She herself did not know the answer to this question.

Is it because of appearance? Or is it because of the father?

It couldn't be that Zhuo Tong is kind-hearted and can't bear to see people suffer; he doesn't seem like someone with an overflowing saintly heart.

Compared to this question, what puzzled her even more was:
Why must the freedom I pursue be dependent on the material life provided by others?

She used to rely on her wealthy father, now she relies on Zhuo Tong, who spends money like water.

Real-world examples clearly showed her that ample material resources are the fundamental prerequisite for true freedom.

If someone dies in anger while starving and living in so-called freedom, can that still be considered freedom?
She couldn't understand it, and for the first time in her life, she doubted the knowledge she had learned.

"People love peonies, but I love the lotus for its purity, rising from the mud unsullied, washed clean yet not seductive..."

"How can a lotus flower that grows from the mud not be stained with dust?"

Her life beliefs are wavering.

Just as Lin Yuxuan was deep in thought, a phone call came in.

She glanced at the caller's name, her face instantly turned deathly pale, her breathing became rapid, and fine beads of sweat visibly appeared on her forehead.

After a moment, her slightly trembling hand picked up the phone and answered the call:
"Brother Jun..."

"Hey bro, what's with the late phone calls? Are you planning to run away?"

"No, no, don't worry, Brother Jun! I wouldn't dare leave Shenzhen before I've paid off my father's debts."

"Good to know. We're all keeping an eye on you. Pay it back as soon as you have the money."

"Can I pay the interest first, which is over two hundred thousand?"

"can."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yuxuan reluctantly transferred all the money she had just earned, which she hadn't even had a chance to enjoy, to the man called "Brother Jun".

Looking at her account balance, which had been reduced to zero again, she smiled.

Warm tears slid down her cheeks and into the corners of her mouth; only she could understand the bitter taste.

Fortunately, she wouldn't starve to death. Sister Xu sent her 500 yuan of wages for today, which should last her for at least a few days.

However, the message they're sending now is clearly not just about paying wages—

[Sister Xu: The auto show is over, where are you? Are you feeling unwell? Which room are you in? I'll come check on you.]

[Sister Xu: Xiao Xuan, a big client wants to meet you. Don't miss the cocktail party tonight.]

[Lin Yuxuan: I'm in room 601, but I'm not feeling well tonight, so I won't be attending the party.]

Then she turned off her phone to avoid being bombarded with questions from Sister Xu. She collapsed weakly onto the bed, covered her head with the blanket, and tried to escape the hustle and bustle of the world.

"Such a soft blanket..."

……

After holding hands with a beautiful car model in front of everyone and being respectfully escorted to his car by the exhibition area manager, Zhuo Tong's presence became a minor sensation at the auto show. No one recognized this suddenly appearing young man, and they could only speculate and inquire.

Among the few people who knew Zhuo Tong's identity, Zhou Mingyuan and Wang Ying knew the most about him.

The former, however, relied on records in the company's archives.

"Two years in customer service, two years in sales. Almost no sales during the sales period, yet he wasn't fired? It seems there are some serious problems within the sales office."

"But at least we can rule out the possibility that he is Manager Zhao's illegitimate son."

The file clearly states that Zhuo Tong's father died early and his mother is seriously ill, so he could not possibly be the illegitimate child of a certain executive.

"I never imagined that Hengtong Real Estate would become a trapped dragon in shallow waters. It's truly laughable."

Zhou Mingyuan's lips curved into a barely perceptible smile, but the observant Wang Ying still noticed it:
"What's wrong, Mr. Zhou?"

"It's nothing, Brother Zhuo, are you ready yet?"

He said something came up and told us to eat first.

Everyone looked at each other, feeling awkward. Zhuo Tong was the most popular person at the dinner party, and no one wanted to start eating before he arrived.

Fortunately, Zhuo Tong pushed open the door and walked in right after he finished speaking.

"Sorry to keep you all waiting. I took care of something in between tasks."

“Mr. Zhuo is very busy, which is understandable. We have just sat down, so we are not late.”

"Hehe, Hirihime Hiriki is great. I quite like this busy state."

Zhuo Tong smiled. He had indeed taken the opportunity to find Xiao Cui, but instead of a needle, he had used a pestle.

That's why Xiao Cui was in charge of helping Lin Yuxuan with her makeup and clothes, but disappeared when she was removing her makeup.

Thinking about this, Zhuo Tong also clicked his tongue in amazement.

Xiao Cui, perhaps imitating Lin Yuxuan, wore glasses and acted like an innocent high school girl, behaving coyly the whole time.

I couldn't resist and ended up spending a little more time.

After Zhuo Tong sat down, he glanced around and saw that besides Wang Ying, Zhou Mingyuan, Liao Gang, and Zhang Hu, there were several unfamiliar faces in the private room.

Although it was the first time they had met Zhuo Tong, they must have heard about what happened that afternoon, hence the smiles on their faces.

It seems that the people present are all the people Wang Ying wanted to introduce to her.

Since that was the case, Zhuo Tong couldn't refuse Wang Ying's request, so he drank it enthusiastically.

After a few rounds of drinks, most people were quite tipsy and started talking more casually, losing the awkward atmosphere from before.

Suddenly, someone pointed at Zhuo Tong and mumbled something incoherently:
"I've heard a saying before: one year's salary can buy a car, and ten years' salary can buy a house."

"When a person buys a car, it's best to do so based on their annual income."

"Mr. Zhuo's Maybach Haute Voiture must have cost over ten million, right? Doesn't that mean Mr. Zhuo earns tens of millions a year?"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Zhuo Tong with curiosity.

Everyone wants to know what his income situation is like.

Zhuo Tong smiled and was about to take the decanter to pour wine into his glass when Zhang Hu quickly grabbed it and filled his glass.

He casually said:
"What you're saying is the limit, that is, buying a car should not exceed one year's salary, but that doesn't mean it can't be lower than that, don't you think?"

He spoke only briefly, without going into too much detail, but everyone understood that Zhuo Tong's income was far more than ten million a year!
Several people immediately came up behind Zhuo Tong with their wine glasses, wanting to toast him.

Liao Gang, persuaded by Zhou Mingyuan, had already drunk quite a bit to apologize to Zhuo Tong, and was now somewhat out of his mind.

He looked at the voice message he suddenly received on WeChat, and without thinking much about it, he opened it directly.

A sweet, delicate female voice echoed through the private room:
"Brother Liao, the girl you're looking for is in room 601. I've tied her hands and feet up. When are you coming over?"

(End of this chapter)