Financial freedom begins in Vietnam

Yelena rushed into the room and saw Chen Junhe standing by the door.

She pounced on him and gave Chen Junhe a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Chen, I wanted to spend a few more days with you, but work has come up, so let me spend some more time with you this morning."

As she spoke, her bath towel had already flown onto the chair.

"Yelena..." Dalia called out weakly from the bed.

"Dalia, wait a little longer, I'll return it to you in a bit."

Yelena forcefully pushed Chen Junhe down onto the bed.

Dalia covered her forehead: "Holy Mary."

Wearing a short blue nightgown, Yulia floated in like an elf, holding a bottle of mineral water, and ran to Dalia's side.

"Dalia, let me help you."

After drinking a few sips of water and regaining some energy, Dalia threw off the covers and sat up: "Sukabul..."

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Around noon, Chen Junhe saw off Dalia and the others, who were reluctant to part ways, downstairs at the apartment.

The modeling agency arranged work for them, and Dalia and the others had to go and complete it.

This was agreed upon when the contract was signed.

This is something that Russian women deserve praise for; they want to be canaries, but they don't want to be canaries completely.

I'm still willing to do some of my own work.

So even though Dalia still craved the warmth of Chen Junhe's embrace, she had no choice but to drag her tired body to Hanoi's Noi Bai Airport.

"Chen, wait for us to come back."

Before going online to book a ride, Dalia turned to Chen Junhe and gave him some instructions. Her voice was still a little hoarse, a problem that even drinking water couldn't alleviate.

As for drinking hot water, come on, Russian girls will drink ice water even in freezing weather.

Everyone says Russian women are physically strong. This time, encountering Chen Junhe taught them a very profound lesson.

Every inch of her skin showed signs of being incredibly sexy.

Watching the taillights of the ride-hailing car disappear into the traffic.

Chen Junhe turned around and hailed a Grab motorcycle to head to the bar street.

It's only noon, and the bars aren't even open yet, so he's obviously not going there to drink.

He was going to ride that electric scooter home; it had been sitting on the bar street for two days, and if he didn't ride it away soon, it would just gather dust.

I noticed several text messages on my phone while I was on the road.

I parked on the side of the road and took out my phone to check it.

The first thing I saw was the Citibank deposit information.

Today's earnings have been credited to your account.

Upon clicking, I discovered it was from the electronics factory where I work, where they had settled my salary for the month.

Excluding the two weekends off.

Chen Junhe worked a total of 10 days this month and earned $784, which is equivalent to more than 5400 Chinese Yuan.

Clearly, Lao Wu obediently handed over Chen Junhe's attendance sheet to the finance department for calculation.

Believe it or not, after a few carefree days, Chen Junhe almost forgot that he still had a sum of wages to settle.

Although my daily income is now $24000.

However, receiving the more than $700 still made Chen Junhe very happy.

This is not just a mere $700; it is the path Chen Junhe once walked.

Then click on the other messages.

Dalia and the others reported that they had arrived at the airport and joined the main group from the modeling agency.

Pei Shirong also sent a routine greeting message, along with a small update: "Brother, I chatted with Ayu again, and she seems less resistant to making rice and vegetables."

Chen Junhe didn't understand why Pei Shirong was so fixated on Ruan Huangmingyu, insisting on becoming her good sister who would share joys and sorrows.

After being massacred by Dalia.

Chen Junhe was no longer in a hurry to win over Nguyen Hoang Minh Ngoc.

They're the kind of people who come when they want to, and don't care if they don't.

I was thinking about the Top 100 DJs performing at the 1900 bar tonight.

He then sent a message to the female marketing staff at the bar, asking them to reserve a private room on the second floor.

Yes, you read that right, it's that female marketer who was sticking to Chen Junhe.

Professionals should do what they are good at.

Just as she was touching Chen Junhe, she quietly slipped her business card into his pocket.

This way, the female companions brought by the guests will not feel uncomfortable, and the purpose of contacting the clients will be perfectly achieved.

A customer who spends $2000 in one night isn't someone you see every day.

And so, without anyone noticing, Chen Junhe became her repeat customer.

Chen Junhe sent another message to Pei Shirong, telling her to bring their dormitory to the bar street that night, and that they could stay at his home on the silverware street.

There are plenty of rooms in the house, so having a few more people is not a problem at all.

After all, one is obligated to those who pay their bills.

Having eaten and drunk Chen Junhe's food, they naturally wanted to repay Pei Shirong with some help, so that when they encountered minor conflicts in the dormitory, no one would make things difficult for Pei Shirong.

Pei Shirong was probably in class in the afternoon and didn't reply in time.

Chen Junhe didn't just wait foolishly.

After a morning of hard work, it's time to relax in the afternoon.

Chen Junhe had already chosen his target: a spa in the old town with a sign that read "Z".

Everyone says this shop has many skilled, young, and beautiful massage therapists.

To this end, Tran Tuan Ha withdrew 5 million Vietnamese dong in cash from the bank, equivalent to over 13 Vietnamese dong or over 18000 US dollars.

Ten bundles of 50 million Vietnamese dong filled a backpack to the brim.

Of course, despite being wealthy, Chen Junhe doesn't flaunt his wealth excessively.

He went home first and left 4 million Vietnamese dong at home.

He only carried 1 million Vietnamese dong with him, which he spent on himself.

After all, if there's anything big that needs to be spent, you can just swipe your card.

In the old town's alleyways, it's still more convenient to ride a motorcycle.

Chen Junhe parked his motorcycle in front of the spa with its large glass doors.

"xin chao......"

As soon as Chen Junhe entered, a young receptionist immediately came forward to greet him.

The more fitted uniform than the traditional ao dai made her look curvaceous.

She looked up at Chen Junhe's height, and her smile instantly became even sweeter.

"xin chao"

Chen Junhe communicated with the receptionist in fluent Vietnamese.

"Brother, what activity are we going to experience today?"

The young lady greeted Chen Junhe while handing him a glass of iced tea from the beverage cabinet next to her.

Chen Junhe's fluent Vietnamese made him think of Chen Junhe as a local.

"Thank you. I'd like to choose a four-hand massage today. Do you have any good recommendations?"

Chen Junhe casually took the iced tea and slowly sipped it.

"Brother, I think it's more appropriate for you to choose it yourself."

The receptionist guided Chen Junhe inside.

After turning the corner, Chen Junhe discovered that there was a hidden world inside.

There turned out to be a fairly large glass room here.

Inside the glass room sat twenty or thirty female technicians dressed in matching fitted short skirts.

Those hot bodies made you wonder if you came for a massage or a life-changing massage.

"Brother, take a look, you can choose any you like."

The receptionist smiled and gestured for Chen Junhe to look into the glass room.

This put Chen Junhe in a difficult position.

In China, it's simple. Generally speaking, technicians with the number 8 in their name are usually quite skilled.

But this is Vietnam, and you can't judge someone's skill level just by their appearance.