Financial freedom begins in Vietnam

Although Chen Junhe doesn't have hundreds of millions in assets now, for someone like him who can be smug with a little money, having a million dollars is enough to make him stand tall.

Not to mention the fixed income of $22,000 a day, which could buy almost anything he wanted, Chen Junhe found that he could live a very comfortable life.

He now lives life according to his mood, emphasizing doing whatever he wants.

On a whim, Chen Junhe thought of Pei Shirong wearing an ao dai and decided to take her to do it.

"Ah Rong, what kind of Ao Dai do you wear at home?"

Chen Junhe put his arm around Pei Shirong's slender waist.

Pei Shirong was not used to being so affectionate with a man in public, despite Chen Junhe's intimate gesture.

But when she turned her head and saw Chen Junhe's dark eyes, she simply twisted her waist slightly and accepted her current situation.

Her whole being was shaped by him, so what did it matter if she put her arm around his waist?

"Brother, our high school uniform was an ao dai, the white kind..."

Pei Shirong leaned closer to Chen Junhe and whispered to him about the style of her high school uniform, the Ao Dai, and how they even took their graduation photos wearing Ao Dai.

However, when she went out to work during the summer vacation, she left her school uniform, Ao Dai, at home. Her younger sister is also a senior in high school this year, and she occasionally wears it.

As they were talking, Pei Shirong took out her new phone, browsed through the photo album, and then held it up in front of Chen Junhe.

Chen Junhe recalled the videos of Vietnamese beauties wearing ao dai he had seen before, and compared them with the photos on Pei Thi Rong's phone. Pei Thi Rong was still prettier.

"Ah Rong, let's go buy you another Ao Dai."

Chen Junhe's tone was slightly excited; he could already imagine Pei Shirong's beautiful curves in her Ao Dai.

"Brother, let's not buy any more, okay? We've already spent a lot of money today."

Pei Shirong pleaded with Chen Junhe in a low voice. Although she saw that he was rich, Pei Shirong's spending habits had not changed, and she always felt that spending money like this was wrong.

He listened to the slightly coquettish tone of the innocent girl nestled in his arms.

Chen Junhe lowered his head and whispered in Pei Shirong's ear, "I want to see you in an ao dai."

Ten minutes later, the two appeared at an Ao Dai shop near Hoan Kiem Lake.

This is a handmade Ao Dai shop with a storefront in the front and a workshop in the back.

Inside the shop, half of the walls are decorated with fabrics of various patterns, while the other half displays pre-sewn Ao Dai.

Prices vary depending on the fabric and sewing techniques used, ranging from 50 Vietnamese dong to 1000 million Vietnamese dong per set.

Looking at the wall full of dazzling Ao Dais, Pei Shirong seemed to know that even if she refused Chen Junhe, he would still insist on buying her an Ao Dai.

A woman dresses up for the man she loves, just to please Chen Junhe.

So they very cooperatively selected suitable colors and fabrics here.

The sales assistants at the Ao Dai store knew that today's sale was a sure thing when they saw that the men and women were young.

Generally, the sales assistants in these handmade Ao Dai shops are older women, some of whom are even former tailors with a keen eye for detail.

In some shops, the shop owner even personally explains the products to customers.

The store that Chen Junhe and his group went to must have been very popular, so they had hired three or four sales assistants to introduce the products and services there.

After the sales assistant's introduction, Chen Junhe learned that the high-end fabrics used to make Ao Dai were mainly mulberry silk and silk fabrics.

Both materials are not only skin-friendly and breathable, but also have a sophisticated drape.

This is why a good Ao Dai looks very smooth and flowing.

The sales assistant enthusiastically presented Pei Shirong with several shades of Ao Dai.

Chen Junhe stood aside, watching Pei Shirong practice her famous Ao Dai in front of the dressing mirror.

After comparing them all, Chen Junhe felt that the white Ao Dai suited Pei Shirong better.

Or to put it another way, Chen Junhe felt that Pei Shirong, wearing a white ao dai, was more likely to stir his heart.

Because Pei Shirong is taller than the average girl, it is not easy to find a size that fits her.

Fortunately, the sales assistant was an experienced auntie who, according to Chen Junhe's requirements, selected an exquisite finished Ao Dai made of pure white silk fabric. The size of the Ao Dai was suitable for Pei Shirong, who was both tall and large.

So, under Chen Junhe's eager gaze, Pei Shirong shyly entered the fitting room.

When she came out wearing a full Ao Dai, Chen Junhe felt the whole shop light up.

The phrase "clad in white, pure as snow, ethereal and otherworldly" perfectly describes this.

To sum it up in layman's terms, if you're good-looking, you'll look good in anything.

The silk fabric with its excellent drape has a soft pearly luster, perfectly wrapping around Pei Shirong's body and highlighting her youthful and proud figure.

Even the saleswoman looked at Pei Shirong with some surprise.

When this customer first came in, she could tell at a glance that Pei Shi Rong had a very good figure, but she didn't expect her figure to be so good when she came out wearing an Ao Dai.

"Miss, you must be a model. I've been selling Ao Dai for 20 years, and your figure is the best I've ever seen."

The sales assistant's effusive praise did not move Pei Shirong too much; she simply looked at Chen Junhe, who was not far away, with expectant eyes.

This Ao Dai was bought for him to wear, so Chen Junhe's opinion is very important.

"It's beautiful, really beautiful."

Chen Junhe gave a satisfactory evaluation.

This distinctive ethnic costume seems to better showcase Pei Shirong's traditional feminine charm and beauty.

With this Ao Dai as a foundation, Pei Shirong tried several more shades of Ao Dai.

Finally, Chen Junhe discovered that Pei Shirong was best suited to plain-colored fabrics without any patterns.

So I bought three Ao Dai for Pei Shi Rong in one go, and two more were to be made separately according to Pei Shi Rong's body size.

Because the fabric for the Ao Dai was not chosen to have particularly intricate patterns, each Ao Dai cost 600 million Vietnamese dong, and the total cost for 5 sets was 3000 million Vietnamese dong.

Because this is an old store, I don't know what the owner was thinking, but they didn't set up a POS machine for card payments.

Fortunately, Tran Tuan Ha had withdrawn several hundred million Vietnamese dong in cash from the bank and put it in his handbag beforehand.

After paying, the sales assistant immediately sent the corresponding fabric and Pei Shirong's body measurements to the garment workshop behind the store.

Because the garment workshops behind it are staffed with experienced tailors who have mastered the processes for many years.

I can pick up this custom-made Ao Dai tomorrow morning.

After leaving the Ao Dai shop, the two continued their stroll towards Hoan Kiem Lake. Pei Thi Rong carried the several finished Ao Dai outfits herself, ensuring that Chen Junhe didn't get tired at all.

As evening approached, more tourists appeared around Hoan Kiem Lake.

Meanwhile, a number of men holding gimbal action cameras or mobile phones appeared by the lake. They were clearly online bloggers, and their lenses were all pointed at the girls taking pictures by the lake.

Some of them even went up to the girls and asked for their contact information while they were taking pictures.

"Brothers, I'm currently in Hanoi, the capital of Vietnam, and this is Hoan Kiem Lake, Hanoi's most famous tourist attraction..."

"Holy crap, guys, I saw a gorgeous woman... What? Charge ahead! She already has a boyfriend..."

"Thank you for the rocket from my brother B. I wish his career will soar like a super rocket to new heights..."

"Since it's Big B who wants to see it, I, Gangzi, have to oblige. I'll risk getting beaten up by her boyfriend and secretly film her from behind. So, I won't say anything more after this..."

As Chen Junhe led Pei Shirong slowly past a live streamer, they heard a series of voices speaking in the Chinese language behind them.