Financial freedom begins in Vietnam

The two rode their motorcycles to a large building inside the racetrack. Judging from the layout, it should be the maintenance area for the racetrack.

The area is now occupied by more than a dozen cool-looking motorcycles.

A group of young people were gathered around a menacing-looking black motorcycle, discussing and debating its features.

When Ruan Minghui and Chen Junhe rode over, the roar of their engines made everyone turn around and look at them curiously.

Two motorcycles were parked right next to the group of people.

Chen Junhe discovered that the group was not all men; there were also five or six girls dressed in fitted motorcycle suits, and at first glance, they all had pretty good figures.

Overall, due to Vietnam's low-oil and low-salt diet, Vietnamese women are generally slim and have most of the expected curves.

As expected, girls who ride motorcycles are bound to have great figures.

"Brothers, I've brought the guy over."

After parking his motorcycle, Ruan Minghui got off, took off his helmet, and started shouting at everyone. It was clear that he had already told everyone that Chen Junhe was coming.

Chen Junhe also took off his helmet and placed it on the fuel tank before getting off the vehicle.

"Xinchao, my name is Chen Junhe, nice to meet you all..."

Chen Junhe strode up to the group of people and found that the tallest one among them was less than 1.8 meters tall.

Generally speaking, when viewed from a distance, a woman who is 1.7 meters tall already appears very tall.

For a man to achieve this effect, he needs to be at least 1.9 meters tall.

At first glance, Chen Junhe, riding on his motorcycle, didn't seem particularly special, but once he got off and stood in front of everyone, the difference in height between him and the others became apparent.

Standing in front of everyone, Chen Junhe's height alone gives people a strong sense of pressure.

After a flurry of greetings from everyone...

"Hey bro, how tall are you?"

A young man with dyed yellow hair smiled and tilted his head slightly to ask a question.

"1.86 meters tall."

"Oh~~~"

The height data that Chen Junhe reported obviously surprised everyone in the group.

Especially those girls, their eyes lit up.

Overall, Korean culture is very popular among young people in Vietnam.

Therefore, the ideal height of 1.85 meters is familiar to most young people in Vietnam.

However, due to dietary habits and the overall environment, it is difficult to find many men over 1.8 meters tall in Vietnam.

The young man that Ruan Minghui suddenly brought was actually 1.86 meters tall, which surprised everyone.

A girl who was about 1.65 meters tall walked out of the crowd. She had long, straight black hair and a cool, mature face.

Her figure was accentuated by the tight-fitting motorcycle suit, and I'd estimate it to be at least a C cup.

Standing next to Chen Junhe, Ruan Minghui quickly introduced him: "Brother He, this is Lin Fanqingluan, the president of our motorcycle association."

"Sister Qingluan, this is Chen Junhe, a Chinese national. He just bought a new car from Brother Xiong, and I brought him here to have some fun."

"A Chinese?" A glint flashed in Lin Fanqingluan's eyes.

He then greeted Chen Junhe in a slightly accented Mandarin: "Hello, welcome to join us."

That accent sounded a lot like my cousin from Guangxi Province, which gave me a sense of warmth.

"President Lin's name is very nice, and she speaks Longguo dialect very well," Chen Junhe praised Lin Fanqingluan with a smile.

"Thank you, your Vietnamese is also very good, without any accent." Lin Fanqingluan also praised Chen Junhao.

"Sister Qingluan, you and this handsome guy are exchanging compliments and saying things that are really hard to understand. Why don't you go over there and have some coffee and chat slowly?"

A girl with her hair in a bun, about the same height as Lin Fanqingluan, with a slender waist but a rather well-proportioned figure, chimed in with a grin.

She then turned to Chen Junhe and introduced herself in Vietnamese: "Xinchao, my name is Wu Shi Bich Trang. Welcome to the racetrack."

"Zhuang, are you trying to steal Qingluan's man?"

Some people in the crowd started making a fuss.

Wu Shi Bizhuang rolled her eyes at the crowd: "Pan Rinan, is it that every time a new person comes, you have to make fun of me? Believe me or not, I'll tell your dad about your date with your dad's sister."

The Vietnamese young man in the crowd, who was just as thin as Nguyen Minh Hue, turned pale with fright and surrendered with his hands raised: "Sister Zhuang, please don't! I was wrong. If you tell anyone, I won't get my allowance."

Seeing Pan Rinan back down, Wu Shi Bizhuang snorted and let him go.

"We're all good friends who hang out together, and we like to joke around with each other."

Ruan Minghui, who was standing next to Chen Junhe, quickly tried to make amends.

He also didn't want Chen Junhe to misunderstand that the relationships here were chaotic.

He had already noticed that Lin Fanqingluan and Wu Shibizhuang both had a good impression of Chen Junhe.

He didn't want Chen Junhe to be scared away because of this, and then he would be troubled by these two big sisters.

Chen Junhe had already scanned it with the system.

Overall, this group of people has a relatively friendly impression of me.

It presents a clear division between two extremes.

Most men's attraction levels fluctuate between 30 and 40.

None of the girls had a favorability rating below 50.

The one with the highest favorability rating is Wu's Bizhuang, which reaches 67.

The only ones still wrapped in their original plastic wrap are Fan Linqingluan and Wu Shi Bizhuang, along with a girl who is about 1.55 meters tall, wearing a white pleated skirt, and looks like a Lolita.

As the guide who brought Chen Junhe here, Ruan Minghui greeted everyone and then led Chen Junhe to see the motorcycles that they had parked there.

This group consists of Ducati enthusiasts in Hanoi, and the cheapest Ducati here is no less than 5 million Vietnamese Dong, which is equivalent to 13 Chinese Yuan.

The most expensive cars belong to Lin Fanqingluan and Wu Shibizhuang, each costing 30 billion Vietnamese dong, equivalent to more than 80 Chinese yuan.

The black Ducati that everyone was looking at just now belongs to Lin Fanqingluan.

While introducing the car, Ruan Minghui also gave Chen Junhe a general introduction to the person.

Many of these motorcyclists come from families that run businesses in Hanoi or even throughout Vietnam.

Through Ruan Minghui's somewhat boastful introduction, Chen Junhe learned that among these people, not only were there families with business owners, but also many relatives who were officials or served in the military.

This racetrack was borrowed by Lin Fanqingluan, the president of the Ducati Motorcycle Association, based on his family's circumstances.

Since everyone there was wealthy, they even renovated two workshops in the original equipment building that served as an F1 racing car workshop.

It stores a lot of equipment such as tires and motorcycle parts, serving as a space for motorcycle repair and modification.

You can basically handle basic tire changing and adjustments yourself.

If a serious malfunction occurs, either have Li Wenxiong send someone to repair it here, or take the motorcycle to Li Wenxiong's place.

However, these rich kids are generally quite risk-averse. Although they might make some basic modifications to their motorcycles, very few of them actually do major modifications.

He didn't recklessly modify his motorcycle into a performance monster.

"Our group mainly falls into two categories: one focuses on pure speed, and the other does motorcycle stunts. Which one does Brother He prefer?"