Financial freedom begins in Vietnam

The next morning, Chen Junhe woke up very early.

He was so energetic that he didn't look like he had only slept for four or five hours.

Pei Shirong also woke up slowly in Chen Junhe's arms.

She was so tired last night, but she slept very soundly.

When she woke up, she found herself still lying in Chen Junhe's broad chest, and her little face immediately turned rosy and she looked especially cute.

"elder brother......"

Sweet and coquettish.

The favorability rating has exceeded 90, and even the way they address each other has changed.

Looking at the shy girl in his arms, Chen Junhe did not tease her for her bashfulness, but directly let her feel his passion.

......

An hour later, the two got up and washed up.

It's not that he's incapable, it's that she's incapable.

One should cherish one's own people, so Chen Junhe chose to get up and wash.

Yesterday was the last day for registration at the National University of Hanoi, which also happened to be Friday.

Today is Saturday, which means that Pei Shirong can spend the whole weekend with Chen Junhe.

This was undoubtedly very important for Pei Shirong, who had just chosen to hand herself over.

She felt cherished and cared for by Chen Junhe, which made Pei Shirong feel that she had made the right choice.

After washing up, Chen Junhe suddenly noticed that Pei Shirong, who was braiding her hair, seemed preoccupied.

"Ah Rong, what's bothering you? It seems like it's a really hard problem to solve?"

Chen Junhe pulled Pei Shirong into his arms.

"Brother, let's rent a place. Staying in this hotel is too expensive, isn't it...?"

Pei Shirong tilted her head slightly, looked at Chen Junhe with her big, watery eyes, and spoke of her worries through her rosy lips.

She had only just become Chen Junhe's woman when she began to put herself in his shoes, worrying that he would spend too much money staying in hotels and was willing to rent a place with him.

She even considered going back to school to cancel her dormitory reservation and use the money to subsidize Chen Junhe's rent.

Thinking back to last night when this girl was so determined to go out and work to support herself.

Chen Junhe couldn't help but chuckle.

"Ah Rong, as long as you're by my side, we don't have to worry about not having money."

Pei Shirong sensed the confidence in Chen Junhe's tone, and she smiled and said, "Okay, brother."

The two went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast.

During the meal, Chen Junhe once again felt the attentive service from Pei Shirong.

This experience was quite novel for Chen Junhe.

Last night, when Pei Shirong was cutting his steak, she sensed something was off. At the time, she just thought it was because their relationship was newly established and she wanted to show off.

But I realized at breakfast today that this girl has clearly made taking care of Chen Junhe a habit, and that Chen Junhe just needs to wait to be served like a master.

Chen Junhe has been in Vietnam for over a year and has personally witnessed many Vietnamese men chatting and drinking coffee with their legs up, while the women at home take care of all the housework.

In fact, this situation where women do the work while men enjoy the pleasures is not uncommon in Vietnam.

Perhaps it's a habit that developed from the era of war when there were more women than men.

I used to just envy others, but now I can experience the same treatment where even the eggshell is peeled for me.

Chen Junhe suddenly understood why those Vietnamese men could live a fulfilling life even though they didn't have much money.

I had a breakfast that was ordinary, but tasted completely different.

As the two left the restaurant, Pei Shirong linked arms with Chen Junhe, as if she were holding the whole world in her arms.

"Brother, can you accompany me for a stroll around Hoan Kiem Lake?" She raised her small face slightly and cautiously looked at Chen Junhe to make a request.

Last night, Huang Dengmingyu told me that this place is very close to Huanjian Lake, only a few minutes' walk away.

For Vietnamese people, Hoan Kiem Lake is definitely a place that everyone has known since childhood and longs to visit.

But in reality, very few people from all over Vietnam actually travel here as tourists.

"Of course, no problem." Chen Junhe smiled and agreed to Pei Shirong's request.

He had visited Hoan Kiem Lake before, when he had just arrived in Vietnam and came with a group of colleagues from China to visit it.

The result was a huge disappointment; Hoan Kiem Lake is actually just a small artificial lake in Hanoi's Old Quarter.

This place holds a rather special significance for the Vietnamese people.

Its fame outweighs its scenery.

"We have plenty of time these two days. We can not only stroll around Hoan Kiem Lake, but also the 36 Streets, and we can also visit West Lake."

Chen Junhe paused for a moment, then proceeded to list all the attractions in Hanoi as if they were his own treasures, making Pei Shirong's eyes shine even brighter.

Listening to Chen Junhe's gentle introduction, a feeling of happiness welled up in my chest.

Pei Shirong was prepared to be rejected, as women in her hometown were not allowed to make so many demands. However, she did not expect Chen Junhe to agree to her without hesitation and even told her that he could take her to visit more places in the next two days.

Is this love? Is this what it feels like to be loved?

Pei Shirong felt more and more that the decision she made last night was absolutely the wisest thing to do.

She felt that she must have done a lot of good deeds in her past life to have met such a good boyfriend as Chen Junhe.

After the two left the hotel and got into the car, Chen Junhe did not immediately take Pei Shirong to Hoan Kiem Lake. Instead, he drove her to the Silverware Street in the Thirty-Six Streets.

Looking at Pei Shirong sitting in the car, staring blankly at the bustling street.

Chen Junhe skillfully parked the car in a parking lot near the Silverware Street, and then led Pei Shirong into the Silverware Street on foot.

Old streets like Silverware Street only allow motorcycles and pedestrians to enter; cars are not permitted.

Silverware Street is one of the thirty-six streets in Hanoi's Old Quarter.

The Thirty-Six Streets were a district in Hanoi where various trades gathered, with each street representing a particular trade.

For example, there are many streets like the silverware street they are on now, as well as jade street, silk street, cotton street, canvas street, and so on.

It is a historical building complex with unique characteristics in Hanoi, and it is a neighborhood that foreigners and locals will definitely visit when they come to Hanoi.

This area is located in Hanoi's Old Quarter, one of the most expensive areas in the city.

Especially in places like Silverware Street and Silk Street, which have historically been centers of wealth, land prices have skyrocketed.

The land price per square meter for old houses in good locations and condition is over 700 to 800 million Vietnamese dong, which is equivalent to more than 200,000 Chinese yuan.

The house that the system just gave Chen Junhe is located on Silverware Street.

Chen Junhe pulled Pei Shirong to a house not far from the street and stopped.

This is a rare three-story building with a span of 15 meters. The entire exterior wall is painted a warm light yellow, giving it a very homey feel.

Many people imagine that houses in Vietnam are narrow and tall.

This is all due to the land tax during the colonial period; the larger the frontage of a house facing the street, the more land tax was levied.

Therefore, most houses in Vietnam are small houses with a width of about 4 to 6 meters, which look as thin and long as bamboo poles.

To compensate for the lost area due to the wide opening, Vietnamese houses are generally very deep, sometimes reaching 18 to 20 meters.

Pei Shirong saw Chen Junhe lead her to stop in front of this house on Silverware Street.

Not realizing anything was amiss, she asked Chen Junhe with a puzzled look, "Brother, are you here for coffee?"

The Thirty-Six Streets have been passed down to the present day, but many of the original street districts have lost their original functions. Now, the most common shops along the street are coffee shops and craft shops, focusing on tourism and leisure.

Right next to where Chen Junhe and Pei Shirong stopped, there was a very popular coffee shop.

Many people sat on small stools facing the street with a cup of coffee in their hands, watching the crowds and street scenes.

Faced with Pei Shirong's question, Chen Junhe did not answer directly. Instead, he took out a key from his pocket and, to Pei Shirong's surprise, opened the large iron gate behind him.

"Didn't you say you wanted to move out and rent a place with me? We don't need to rent a place. This house is mine, and we'll live here from now on."