Financial freedom begins in Vietnam

"Damn it, isn't that Lu Gan, the technician from Ah Xiong's workshop, over there?"

The man who had been looking up at Chen Junhe looked down to confirm with his friend.

"Damn, it really is him! And that tall Vietnamese girl next to him looks like the prettiest summer intern."

"Damn, those two are actually hanging out together..."

The people at the table immediately huddled together and started chirping crickets behind their backs with great enthusiasm.

A person's sixth sense often detects the gaze directed at them.

Chen Junhe then noticed the gazes that kept looking at him.

He suddenly looked up and met the gaze of the person opposite him.

Upon realizing that Chen Junhe had spotted him, the person opposite him gave an awkward smile and then raised his glass in a gesture of acknowledgment.

After careful examination, Chen Junhe discovered that they were several Taiwanese workers from another workshop.

It's Friday night.

This restaurant and bar was quite famous in the electronics factory where Chen Junhe used to work.

Many people who come to Hanoi for the weekend will come to this restaurant and bar to eat and drink beer.

However, relatively speaking, everyone will draw clear lines.

Generally, mainland Chinese employees hang out with each other, and Taiwanese employees hang out with each other.

On a few occasions, mainland Chinese and Taiwanese staff might arrange to come to Hanoi together to experience the massage techniques of a SPA therapist.

Although the Taiwanese managers at the opposite table weren't particularly close, they would nod and greet each other when they met at the factory.

Chen Junhe beckoned to the waiter to bring a barrel of craft beer to their table.

Taiwanese people are relatively traditional in terms of etiquette.

Chen Junhe delivered a barrel of craft beer, and everyone at that table picked up their glasses and got up to come over.

"Ah He, what a coincidence! Where are you making your fortune now?"

The one leading the group was a Taiwanese manager surnamed Lin, who came over with a beer to say hello.

"Just grabbing a bite to eat, Manager Lin is here with his buddies to have some fun again."

Chen Junhe also stood up, raised his beer, and clinked glasses with the other group in a very generous manner.

Actually, we weren't that close friends.

Chen Junhe simply gave a bucket of beer to a former colleague he saw. In the end, Chen Junhe didn't have any deep-seated hatred for his former colleagues at the electronics factory.

So after exchanging a few simple pleasantries, everyone returned to their respective seats.

As soon as Chen Junhe sat down, Ruan Huangmingyu tore off a small piece of pizza and put it in his mouth.

Meanwhile, Pei Shirong carefully removed all the bones from the fish and then stuffed a piece of fish into Chen Junhe's mouth.

The two of them were already very skilled at serving Chen Junhe food.

If Chen Junhe hadn't preferred to drink on his own, Pei Shirong and the others would have just fed him the beer.

The Taiwanese executives witnessed this scene of being surrounded by women on both sides, receiving attentive service.

For a moment, everyone looked on with envy.

Although these people are Taiwanese employees, their salaries are much higher than those of ordinary mainland employees.

But usually they just go out to find some flowers and satisfy their personal needs. Given their level and income, they wouldn't be able to date several girlfriends at the same time in the local area.

Seeing Chen Junhe and his ilk's behavior now, how could anyone not understand that Chen Junhe is living a very comfortable life?

Needless to say, the story of meeting Chen Junhe in Hanoi today, bringing with him the factory flowers from his summer vacation, will definitely spread quickly among the Taiwanese and mainland Chinese employees in the entire electronics factory.

We were all working people, but suddenly one of us escaped that environment and started living a comfortable life ahead of time.

It's like knowing firsthand that someone close to you has slipped through the net of the director, or that you've won the lottery.

After a moment of reflection, all that remains is a deep sense of envy.

Because from then on, everyone's social circles were no longer in the same social class.

People like Chen Junhe, who don't look down on their old colleagues after becoming successful, are extremely rare.

The beer was refreshing tonight, the fish was delicious, and the pizza was baked well.

Paul, at least, seemed quite satisfied with his performance.

Reeking of alcohol, he told Chen Junhe, "Landlord, I have a lot of inspiration today. Give me some time, and I will personally design a few outfits for you that would be perfect even for walking the red carpet."

It's clear that Paul felt very sorry that Chen Junhe was unwilling to walk the runway.

But he also knew very well that a young man like Chen Junhe, who had assets worth tens of millions of dollars, would never be interested in standing on the catwalk and being watched by others.

As an ambitious designer, all I can do for a wealthy man like Chen Junhe, who has a perfect physique, is to use my skills to design a few suitable outfits for him.

Chen Junhe and his group parted ways with Paul downstairs at the restaurant.

Paul hailed a Grab motorcycle to his expatriate apartment.

Chen Junhe and the others needed to go back to the vicinity of the shop to get their car.

Friday nights are also a big revenue night for Hanoi police.

What's interesting about the Vietnamese police is that they have multiple police units with overlapping and overlapping law enforcement powers.

Everyone knows that the greater the law enforcement authority, the more money and benefits are involved.

Therefore, in addition to the traffic police in Hanoi, there is another police unit called the Mobile Police that stops cars at night to collect extra money.

This is similar to the special police force in China, who have the authority to patrol the streets with miniature submachine guns.

Therefore, they can get involved in everything from major criminal cases to minor public security issues like petty theft.

Therefore, traffic violations naturally fall under their jurisdiction.

Faced with this situation, the traffic police in Hanoi could only feel angry but dared not speak out.

After all, in addition to the police, even the Vietnamese army might sometimes set up checkpoints on the streets.

Therefore, even if a mobile police officer with extensive authority reaches into the pot and scoops out a full spoonful, there's nothing they can do.

Friday nights are when traffic violations are particularly rampant, and it's also when Vietnamese mobile police make a fortune off the side.

The fines they impose are relatively low; 20 Vietnamese dong is fined for each person caught, which is equivalent to about 53 yuan in Chinese currency.

Although Chen Junhe is now rich and doesn't care about these fines, he doesn't want to give money away to those who are just trying to make money by imposing fines.

So I still used the app to call a designated driver.

Tonight, Bui Thi Dung and Nguyen Hoang Minh Ngoc only exchanged a few words at the beginning, and then Tran Tuan Ha was exchanging ideas with Paul about customs from around the world.

They quietly stayed by Chen Junhe's side, helping him remove fish bones, cut pizza, and pour beer.

Of course, they drank plenty of beer too.

Now, stepping out of the restaurant and bar, a gentle breeze has left them both feeling slightly tipsy.

They each took one arm of Chen Junhe's and walked slowly toward where Chen Junhe had parked his car.

On the rooftop railing of the restaurant and bar behind them, the Taiwanese businessmen watched the three figures gradually disappear into the distance, exchanged glances, and returned to their seats to order some more drinks.

After all, when you're drunk, the world is yours.

Because they had to take care of Nguyen Hoang Minh Ngoc's short legs, Tran Tuan Ha and Bui Thi Dung both slowed down.

Three figures overlapped under streetlights at different locations, sometimes casting long shadows.

An ambiguous wind blew from Hoan Kiem Lake all the way back to Silverware Street.