Financial freedom begins in Vietnam

In the following time, without Chen Junhe's guidance, Dalia and the others tried cooked beef and chicken.

The cooked beef at this rice noodle shop is braised, cut into thick slices, and neatly arranged on a plate. It's very flavorful, and you can taste the rich layers of spices as you chew.

The chicken was shredded into strips, mixed with soy sauce and fish sauce, and it wasn't dry at all.

Chen Junhe added a little more of the restaurant's special garlic chili sauce to the plate in front of him to enhance the flavor.

Although the basket in front of me contained a large basket of bean sprouts, perilla leaves, basil, and other green vegetables.

However, even after being in Vietnam for so long, Chen Junhe was still not used to eating so much raw grass. He only picked some coriander and perilla, soaked them in soup, and ate them.

Chen Junhe had been forced to accept the small green lemons that every household had.

Adding a few drops of lime juice to the soup makes it much more refreshing and helps to cut through the richness.

Russian girls also have a very high acceptance of fried spring rolls.

To put it bluntly, the Russians in Vietnam actually have the same taste as the Chinese; they both find Vietnamese food too bland.

Dalia and the others were very satisfied with the meal.

A few minutes later, Chen Junhe and his group appeared at a nearby coffee shop, enjoying egg coffee.

Chen Junhe naturally treated everyone to a meal.

Although it was just a simple Vietnamese rice noodle meal.

Dalia's 78 points of favorability towards Chen Junhe is already undeniable.

"Chen, you should have shown up sooner. Besides Vietnamese baguettes, we really can't find much good food..."

Dalia sat close to Chen Junhe, leaning slightly towards him, with a gentle smile on her face.

Yulia, without any hesitation, occupied the other side of Chen Junhe: "There are too few Maoist restaurants here, and they're all too expensive..."

Chen Junhe then learned that they were contracted models with a modeling agency, and that the company gave them 500 million Vietnamese dong a week for living expenses when they were not working, which was equivalent to more than 1300 Chinese yuan.

They basically rely on this money for food, drink, toileting, and cosmetics. It seems like they're doing well, but it's actually not enough to cover their expenses.

A meal at a decent restaurant in Hanoi can easily cost two or three million Vietnamese dong, and the three of them together can't afford many meals.

So they could only find some cheap local Vietnamese restaurants to eat at.

Because of the language barrier, even with their accented English, they rarely find anyone to communicate with and can only search for trendy restaurants online.

Just like that rice noodle shop at 10 o'clock before.

Before Chen Junhe brought them here, they thought that was the best-tasting Vietnamese rice noodles.

Now, when they compare themselves to others, they feel like they've been ripped off, spending a lot of money but not even getting the best food.

Although Chen Junhe was sandwiched between two foodies, Yelena, sitting opposite him, did not give up her efforts.

She appeared to be leisurely sipping her coffee, but in reality, she was striking a very alluring pose in front of Chen Junhe.

Those who say foreigners aren't materialistic are simply not powerful enough to make them exhibit materialistic behavior.

Chen Junhe's current financial resources are not yet sufficient to allow others to act as they please.

But at least for Yelena, given Chen Junhe's modeling skills, she would never refuse to get closer to him or even develop a deeper relationship.

Putting aside other issues, Yelena's physical appearance is quite outstanding, with fair skin, long, slender legs, and a slightly mature face.

This nineteen-year-old girl is as mature as someone in their mid-twenties.

This is a true reflection of Western girls: they mature early and age quickly.

Unless one adopts advanced technology or is sufficiently self-disciplined, as one gets a little older, one's outward appearance will visibly show signs of aging.

Yelena is now at the peak of her life.

Therefore, the resulting shapes are quite pleasing to the eye.

The four of them spent most of the afternoon drinking coffee in the café, with Dalia and the others doing most of the talking while Chen Junhe listened.

They talked about everything from modeling schools in Mao and modeling activities in China.

From Russian rye bread to Chinese hot pot.

If the competition weren't so fierce, they wouldn't really be willing to leave China.

Because the cities in the Dragon Kingdom have such convenient living facilities.

Their main area of ​​activity is the Yangtze River Delta region of China, so they have seen some of the world.

Having just adapted to a technologically advanced society, I suddenly found myself in Vietnam, a country that is ten or twenty years behind.

The stark contrast in their environment did have a certain impact on them.

Although there are quite a few foreign models in Vietnam, the competition is not as fierce as in China, so their income is actually much higher than it was in China.

So in order to earn money, they naturally had no choice but to stay in this place.

Fortunately, there were three of them together, so they had each other for company.

It is said that three monks have no water to drink, so when sitting in the middle of three people, one should not make one's preferences too obvious.

Chen Junhe chatted with them for an afternoon, sometimes having to use translation software on his phone because of pronunciation issues.

As a result, none of the three people's favorability ratings changed throughout the afternoon, and there was no new progress between them and Dalia.

Chen Junhe wasn't in a hurry; the bond between them was already deeply established.

The fact that I can chat leisurely among three fair-skinned, beautiful, and long-legged Russian girls like today is something I never dared to imagine before.

So after everyone had two cups of coffee, Chen Junhe drove Dalia and the other two back to their apartment.

They agreed that if Chen Junhe finished first, he would come to the apartment to pick them up and take them to the bar street.

Either Dalia and the others finished shopping and came to find Chen Junhe.

Lao Hu and his friends had arranged to have dinner at 6 p.m., which would take a full four hours until 10 p.m.

Chen Junhe was a little curious about what kind of girls Lao Hu and his friends would pick up tonight.

After dropping Dalia and the others off at their apartment, Chen Junhe went back to his house on Silverware Street, took a shower, and changed his clothes.

Because he knew he would be drinking that night, he didn't drive his Mercedes E300 out.

I glanced at the location Lao Hu sent, and it wasn't too far from Hoan Kiem Lake.

This group of people basically stayed around Hoan Kiem Lake, so they also mostly picked up girls in this area.

Chen Junhe went to a nearby coffee shop and bought an iced coffee, which he slowly drank as he walked.

He has gotten used to this drink and no longer gets so excited at night that he can't sleep after drinking coffee, unlike when he first came to Vietnam.

I must have developed a caffeine resistance; even if I drink several cups before bed, I still sleep soundly.

At 5:50 p.m., Chen Junhe had already arrived at the spot Lao Hu had given him.

Old Hu ordered dinner at a Vietnamese fish hot pot restaurant. The restaurant wasn't very big, with two floors.

The decor has a Vietnamese style.

Lao Hu chose a seat on the second floor. As the host for the day, he and Da Gui had already taken their reserved seats.

Two tables were pushed together, and they were already filled with various dishes.

Two small hot pots were bubbling and steaming in the middle of a pile of vegetables and fish.

Next to it was a large bowl filled with a clear liquid, with a small spoon hanging inside.

This is clearly Vietnamese local liquor. Drinking such a large bowl of it can only mean that Lao Hu has big ambitions.

"Ahe's here, please have a seat."

Chen Junhe had just poked his head out at the stairwell when he was spotted by the sharp-eyed Lao Hu, who warmly greeted him.