Financial freedom begins in Vietnam

After leaving the factory area, Chen Junhe had only driven for two minutes when he saw Pei Shirong by the roadside.

At the bus stop outside the factory area, a girl was dragging a badly worn suitcase, carrying a bulging backpack, and holding a plastic bucket in her hand.

She was wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans, but her figure still exuded youthful vitality despite the inexpensive clothing.

A girl-next-door's innocent face glowed with a healthy blush in the sunlight.

Two neat and elegant braids hung down in front of her chest, revealing her slender neck. The stray hairs on her forehead were damp with sweat and stuck to her skin.

Pei Thi Rong, a summer worker in the workshop's quality control department, is a freshman at Hanoi National University this year.

This was a pretty young woman who caused a sensation among most of the men in the factory when she came to work.

She is called a "little beauty" only because of her age. In fact, Bui Thi Dung is quite tall at 1.73 meters, which is a bit large. Among Vietnamese girls who are generally around 1.6 meters tall, she stands out even more.

While other students were enjoying their summer vacation before going to university, this girl had to work in a factory during the summer because of her family's financial situation.

Beauty, when supported by something, becomes an ace; beauty alone, however, is a dead end.

But this girl got into Hanoi National University, which is known as Vietnam's top university, so she is quite an inspirational role model.

Chen Junhe had helped her fix the machine; the malfunction was caused by Pei Shirong's improper operation.

Chen Junhe helped her troubleshoot the problem and replaced a small damaged part. At the time, he felt sorry for the girl and didn't report it.

Later, after get off work, Pei Shirong found Chen Junhe, slipped a bottle of drink into his pocket, and told him with a flushed face.

"Brother He, I haven't received my salary yet. I'll treat you to a meal after I get paid."

She is a girl who knows how to be grateful.

Although they didn't get to eat together because Chen Junhe didn't want her to spend her meager savings, Pei Shirong would still greet him gently every time she saw him.

Heterosexual relationship detection initiated.

Target: Pei Shirong

Age: 18 years old

Number of charging plugs: 0

Health condition: Mild fatigue, needs nutritional supplementation (mild anemia)

Affection level: 59/100 (Friendly, with a slight admiration)

The detection results appeared in the upper left corner of the field of view, as clear as a game interface.

Chen Junhe raised an eyebrow. 59 points? Just one point short of passing. That's how Pei Shirong felt about herself.

He stepped on the brake and rolled down the window: "Ah Rong?"

Pei Shirong turned her head and was clearly stunned when she saw the Mercedes-Benz. It took her a while to recognize the person in the driver's seat: "He... Brother He?"

Her voice was soft, with the characteristic rising intonation of a Vietnamese girl's voice at the end.

"Going to register at school?" Chen Junhe glanced at her luggage.

"Yes, today is the last day for new student registration."

Pei Shirong glanced somewhat nervously in the direction the bus had come from. "The bus hasn't come yet..."

"Get in the car, I'll give you a ride." Chen Junhe's tone was somewhat domineering.

"Oh? No need, no need, the bus will be here soon..."

"From 7 a.m. to 9 a.m., the bus on this line runs every half hour."

Chen Junhe interrupted her, "How long have you been waiting?"

Pei Shirong glanced at her old phone: "Forty minutes..."

"That's it. Get in. I'm going to Hanoi too, it's on my way." Chen Junhe leaned over and opened the passenger door.

The girl hesitated for a few seconds. Chen Junhe saw her gaze shift back and forth between the Mercedes logo and her worn-out suitcase. Her fingers twisted the backpack strap, and her lips pursed and then relaxed.

Finally, she whispered "Thank you, Brother He" and walked over, dragging her suitcase.

Chen Junhe got out of the car, took her suitcase, and put it in the trunk.

The box is quite heavy; I guess it contains bedding as well.

He placed the suitcase next to his own and gently closed the trunk.

When he returned to the driver's seat, Pei Shirong was already sitting in the passenger seat.

His back was ramrod straight, and his hands were neatly placed on his knees, like a primary school student in class.

The seatbelt cinched across her chest, outlining her full curves.

Chen Junhe fastened his seatbelt, lightly pressed the accelerator, and the factory where he had worked for almost two years was left behind.

The air conditioning was very cool, but Pei Shirong's cheeks were flushed.

The car was filled with the smell of genuine leather, the cool air from the air conditioner, and a faint fragrance.

This is the scent on the girl.

"Is Brother He's car newly bought?" she tried to start a conversation.

"Yes, I just brought it up today."

"I've never seen you drive before..."

"I didn't have any money before, but I suddenly do today," Chen Junhe said honestly. He turned the steering wheel at the intersection and drove the car towards Hanoi city.

It sounded like a joke, but Pei Shirong didn't laugh. She turned to look at him: "Brother He resigned too?"

How did you know?

"Just now, Amin sent a message to our summer job group saying that you had a falling out with Lao Wu in the workshop." She paused.

Everyone says... that you must have found a better job.

Chen Junhe laughed: "I guess so."

He was offered a job with a guaranteed minimum of $10,000 per day, and the job content was entirely up to him.

A brief silence fell over the car.

The only sounds were the tires rolling over the road and the soft hum of the air conditioning vents.

As we drove across the Red River Bridge, the sunlight shone on the shimmering river surface, giving it a golden-red glow.

Pei Shirong stared at the scenery outside the window, her eyes somewhat dazed.

"What's He-ge's new job?" she suddenly turned to ask Chen Junhe.

"Actually, I'm not looking for a new job right now. I'll probably travel around for a while."

Chen Junhe was telling the truth.

This system is different from others; currently, it only provides money and skills, but not life planning or requirements.

"That's great, I can decide what I want to do." The girl's voice was very soft, as if she were talking to herself.

Chen Junhe glanced at her.

The detection interface was still floating there, and the favorability rating jumped from 59 to 61.

"And you? What did you major in at university?"

"International Economics and Trade." Pei Shirong turned around, her eyes lighting up.

"I want to do import and export business in the future, and sell Vietnamese coffee and fruit to China."

"That's a good idea."

"But it's difficult."

Her eyes quickly dimmed again.

"I've looked it up. You need capital and connections to do this... I only have my mother and sister at home. My father died a long time ago..."

She didn't finish speaking, but Chen Junhe understood.

"But right now, your most important thing is to finish reading the book, isn't it?"

Chen Junhe paused for a moment, then said, "By the time you graduate and learn the knowledge, I will have earned even more money. We can do business together."

Pei Shirong's eyes lit up at Chen Junhe's words, and she nodded emphatically.

The closer you get to Hanoi, the better the road conditions become.

We arrived in the city limits of Hanoi in less than an hour.

The capital of this country with a population of nearly 100 million has a permanent population of 5 million, but most of the area looks like a county town in China.

As the Mercedes drove onto the streets of Hanoi, a surging torrent of motorcycles instantly enveloped Chen Junhe. If he hadn't been used to it for almost two years, he would have been completely panicked.

Because Vietnam is practically a country where motorcycles go everywhere; where cars can go, motorcycles can go too, and where cars can't go, motorcycles can still go.

"Have you had breakfast yet?" Chen Junhe asked seemingly casually.

Because he saw that Pei Shi Rong's condition had deteriorated to moderate hunger.

Pei Shirong shook her head: "I plan to have lunch at the school cafeteria."

"It's my treat." Chen Junhe glanced at the time. "What time does registration close this morning?"

"11:30..."

"We'll make it. I know a rice noodle shop. I used to eat there often when I came to Hanoi." Chen Junhe turned on his turn signal and the car turned into a small alley.

Five minutes later, the car stopped in front of an inconspicuous street-side shop.