Financial freedom begins in Vietnam

Dalia pulled Chen Junhe away with extreme determination, and Yelena and Yulia followed just as resolutely, not even bothering to look at the bottle of Hennessy left on the table.

For Russian women who enjoy fine wine, they would never waste alcohol like this under normal circumstances.

But today, they have something more important to do than drink alcohol.

Amidst deafening electronic music and dazzling, ever-changing lights.

Four figures walked straight out of the bar.

It was as if the bright lights and vibrant atmosphere of the bar behind them had nothing to do with them anymore.

"Chen, let's leave quickly."

Dalia pulled out her phone and quickly hailed a Grab ride, as if a raging monster was chasing her.

But the world never goes according to her plan, and neither do Yelena and Yulia.

They stood smiling not far behind Dalia.

There were quite a few ride-hailing cars waiting near the bar, and within a few minutes, the car Dalia had called arrived.

Dalia pulled Chen Junhe and quickly got into the car. Dalia went in first, but when Chen Junhe bent over, a soft body behind him pushed him in.

This caused Chen Junhe to fall onto Dalia, and another person quickly squeezed in from behind.

The passenger door of the ride-hailing car was also opened, and Chen Junhe turned his head to look, only to see Yelena sitting in the front.

The one behind her is undoubtedly Yulia.

It seemed that after leaving the bar, a gentle breeze outside calmed Dalia down a bit.

She didn't tell Yelena and Yulia, who were sticking to her like glue, to get off the bus.

He just muttered "Sukabul" angrily, then hugged Chen Junhe tightly and stopped talking.

The four of them returned to their apartment in Dondo County in silence.

"Run!"

As soon as they got out of the ride-hailing car, Dalia grabbed Chen Junhe and ran away.

Looking at Dalia's long golden hair flying as she ran, Chen Junhe suddenly felt that this Russian girl was quite exciting, as crisp and refreshing as a pickled cucumber.

She is not the same species as the shy Pei Shirong.

As human beings have evolved to this point, an omnivorous diet has become deeply ingrained in our DNA.

Therefore, a diverse diet only increases nutrition, which is human nature.

I ran all the way to the apartment building's elevator lobby, and the elevator was right on the first floor.

Dalia pulled Chen Junhe into the elevator quickly and closed the elevator door as fast as she could.

As the elevator ascended rapidly, Dalia finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It was as if this would allow them to shake off Yelena and Dalia's pursuit.

"Dalia, are you that afraid that Yelena and the others will catch up with us?"

Chen Junhe looked at Dalia, who was also tightly hugging his arm in the elevator, and teased her with a smile.

"I'm not afraid of them at all." Dalia proudly raised her head, a few beads of sweat on her high nose bridge shimmering with iridescent colors under the elevator lights.

"I know you Chinese people value this highly. Tonight is our sacred moment, and I will defend my honor with my blood!"

As Dalia said these words, her expression was as sacred as if she were raising the Olympic flame.

Seeing the Russian girl's expression of heroic sacrifice, Chen Junhe smiled.

Before he could speak, Dalia added another sentence.

"Tonight is our time to drink Dewangwa wine."

"What?"

Chen Junhe didn't understand what Dalia meant at first.

"De~Wang~wa~jiu~" Dalia repeated each word with her mouth wide open.

Chen Junhe was dumbfounded. What language was Dalia speaking? What kind of nonsense was she spouting?

Just then, they arrived at the seventh floor, and he followed them out of the elevator with a puzzled look on his face.

Seeing Chen Junhe's expression, Dalia knew he hadn't understood, and she panicked, dragging him towards the apartment.

"I'm speaking Chinese..." she quickly repeated, then blurted out "Fakmi".

This simple and easy-to-understand international phrase finally made Chen Junhe understand.

It turns out she meant "wedding night".

It seems that my months in China were not in vain; I did learn some aspects of Chinese culture.

The interpretation is rather simplistic and crude; it's unclear which deity instilled this kind of interpretation in the Russian girl.

Chen Junhe couldn't help but exclaim, "What a damn talent!"

As soon as they entered the apartment, Dalia pushed Chen Junhe toward the bathroom: "Take a shower. I know what Chinese men like."

After pushing Chen Junhe inside, Dalia squeezed in as well, casually stripped herself naked, and started helping Chen Junhe.

Since things had come to this point, Chen Junhe didn't stand on ceremony and waited for Dalia to serve him.

Yes, Dalia's skin is really fair. Chen Junhe could swear to Dalia's conscience that this was absolutely true.

Just a few minutes later, Dalia, who was only wrapped in a bath towel, peeked out from the bathroom and found that Yelena and Yulia hadn't come up yet for some reason.

She quickly dragged Chen Junhe out of the bathroom.

"quick!"

Chen Junhe followed Dalia and rushed into her room as if he were going to war.

A small room, a bed that is 1.5 meters wide, a wardrobe, a writing desk/dressing desk piled with cosmetics, and a swivel chair with a few clothes thrown on it.

These constituted everything in Dalia's room.

Dalia tossed the towel aside and flopped onto the bed: "Chen, the rest is up to you. I won't blame you even if it's only for 20 minutes."

You were underestimated? Just how strong are you?

Chen Junhe glanced at it.

Yes, it's pink, and the bed sheets are quite nice, giving off a very girly vibe.

……

Yelena and Yulia pushed open the door, carrying several cases of beer.

As soon as I entered, I heard Dalia shouting "Hurrah!" and charging forward.

"Chen sounds very strong; Dalia even shouted 'Hurrah!'" Yulia whispered to Yelena beside her.

Yelena nodded, a mysterious smile on her face, and instructed, "Put the wine in the living room, we'll go take a shower now."

Yelena and Yulia, wrapped in bath towels, sat in the living room and opened a can of beer.

"Sizzle~"

"Sizzle~"

As the two cans were opened.

Suddenly, there was no sound from inside the apartment.

Soon, Dalia's voice, tinged with tears, rang out, "Yelena, Yulia, whoever it is, please save me~"

……

The morning sunlight shone on his face, and Chen Junhe opened his eyes.

Dalia, her tear stains still fresh, curled up in his arms.

Last night, Chen Junhe used China's five-thousand-year history of warfare to profoundly demonstrate to Dalia who the true fighting nation is.

That strong spine, cultivated over thousands of years, will not be bent by any powerful enemy.

Facing a formidable foe, they bravely charged forward, disregarding their own safety and sacrificing themselves for righteousness.

This is the true spirit of the dragon race; even if the enemy has reinforcements, it won't help.

Yelena and Yulia can both attest to this.

Although they are not here now, Chen Junhe still dares to swear on his conscience that he has not disgraced the Chinese people.

Dalia, who was in his arms, opened her large, grey-blue eyes and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Chen, I want some water."

The girl didn't consider protecting her voice at all when she shouted "Hurrah!"

Now I'm pitifully asking for water to soothe my throat.

Fortunately, her job doesn't require her to use her voice.

Chen Junhe searched the room but found nothing.

He had no choice but to open the door and go to the living room, because he remembered that there was bottled water in the refrigerator there.

This is what Yelena saw last night when she brought him to the refrigerator to get ice.

As soon as the door opened, Yelena, wrapped only in a bath towel, rushed in: "Dalia, that damn Nguyen finally got us a job. We're leaving for Da Nang this afternoon."