Financial freedom begins in Vietnam

"Brother He, could you please not tell Ah Ling about what happened last night?"

Ruan Wenhui, looking embarrassed, asked Chen Junhe to keep what happened last night a secret.

Standing in front of Chen Junhe, his eyes were swollen, and his not-so-fair skin could not hide the dark circles around his eyes.

It's obvious at a glance that this is a sign of excessive indulgence.

Last night, in the shop selling sheer ao dai, it was the most heavenly place Nguyen Van Huy had ever been in his life.

Surrounded by a group of soft, smooth bodies, each girl greeted him with a smile, and each one affectionately called out, "Brother, let's drink a toast together."

Although he knew that these women in ao dai were only doing this because of the wad of money that Chen Junhe had left on the table, Nguyen Van Huy still couldn't help but revel in the feeling.

Finally, Chen Junhe allowed him to choose two of his favorite Ao Dai girls to take to the hotel, paying each of them 8 million Vietnamese dong.

In recent years, Vietnam has been quite strict in managing this area, and foreigners are not allowed to bring Vietnamese girls to stay in hotels after 10 pm.

If he brought it, he would have to book a separate room, but since Nguyen Van Huy is a native of Hanoi, this rule does not apply to him.

So he could let himself go wild all night under the influence of alcohol.

After his outrageous behavior, Nguyen Van Huy felt a bit scared, wondering what if Tran Tuan Ha had told Tran Thi Ngoc Linh.

It might lead to a long and awkward situation.

"Don't worry, we're brothers, I'll definitely keep it a secret for you." Chen Junhe patted Ruan Wenhui's shoulder with a bit of force.

Ruan Wenhui was slapped so hard his body was bent over: "Ouch, Brother He, be gentle."

Compared to Ruan Wenhui's unrestrained and wild behavior, Chen Junhe actually managed to get a good night's sleep last night, which was quite rare.

A balanced life is the key to health, although for Chen Junhe's enhanced physique, it's fine to work for several days and nights in a row.

But you still need to clear your mind occasionally.

Therefore, Chen Junhe looked particularly energetic today.

"Come on, Ahui, I'll get you a car. This time when you go home, you can drive straight back."

Chen Junhe put his arm around Ruan Wenhui's shoulder and walked towards the E300.

Half an hour later, they were standing together in front of a Toyota dealership.

The pedicab is very popular in Vietnam for two reasons: firstly, there are pedicab factories here, and secondly, pedicab people develop models that are suitable for the needs of Vietnamese people.

The cars are durable and reliable, and the prices are quite reasonable, so even the official vehicles used by the Vietnamese government are mostly Toyota Land Cruisers, Prados, and Lexus 570s, among other models.

Therefore, Toyota cars have a very high penetration rate in Vietnam.

Chen Junhe came today to buy Ruan Wenhui a vehicle that can be used for daily hauling of goods.

In fact, Nguyen Van Huy had long had his eye on a particular model: the Toyota Veloz, a Vietnamese version of the Toyota van positioned as an SUV.

After the redesign, the appearance is more stylish and cool.

Although it's a compact SUV, it can still carry a lot of cargo when the rear seats are folded down.

For this small supermarket in the village, transporting goods is no problem at all.

After all, some goods are delivered directly by the brand owners.

The price is 4 million Vietnamese dong, which is less than 11 Chinese currency.

This car is great in every other way, except that the power is a little weak, with a 1.5-liter naturally aspirated engine.

However, driving on the plains of Hanoi was not a problem at all.

The price of the car, plus the largest expense, the purchase tax, and a whole host of other fees.

The total cost of the vehicle was nearly 460 million Vietnamese dong.

The moment he received the key, Ruan Wenhui treated Chen Junhe even better than his own father, wishing he could share everything he owned with him.

He also strongly invited Chen Junhe to go drinking with him in Huangmei County next time, and to introduce him to his brothers.

He probably still wanted to take Chen Junhe to show off in front of his brothers.

Seeing Ruan Wenhui's excited face, Chen Junhe readily agreed without hesitation.

After leaving the 4S store, the two headed straight to the Dong Xuan Market, where Nguyen Van Huy wanted to continue investigating the wholesale prices of various commodities.

The renovation of the grocery store is progressing very quickly. Just now, Ruan Dexing called to say that most of the stock he had accumulated had been cleared out at a discount.

The entire project is expected to be completed in half a month, thanks in no small part to Chen Junhe's financial resources.

With Nguyen Van Huy taking careful notes, another afternoon quickly passed.

For dinner, Chen Junhe took them out for a Western meal, which fulfilled one of Ruan Wenhui's wishes.

After a night of intense activity, Ruan Wenhui was also feeling the strain today and dared not let Chen Junhe arrange any more erotic content for him.

So Chen Junhe took him to experience four-handed simultaneous pressing.

Chen Junhe wouldn't treat himself poorly; he could experience these health and wellness programs every day.

This time, the massage and spa I found was also located around Hoan Kiem Lake.

Chen Junhe and Ruan Wenhui were assigned to the same private room.

Chen Junhe and Ruan Wenhui were assigned to the same private room.

"Brother He, to be honest, besides my mom, you're the one who's been the best to me."

Lying comfortably on the massage bed, Ruan Wenhui let out a contented sigh.

Under Chen Junhe's guidance, he felt that this was the kind of life a human being should live.

But he never considered whether he could adapt to his previous life after leaving Chen Junhe.

Ruan Wenhui has a rather unique aesthetic sense; he selected two massage therapists with tattoos from the fish tank at the entrance.

Among massage therapists in Vietnam, the proportion with tattoos is quite high.

Perhaps there is a certain regional cultural reason, because the ancient Baiyue people had a culture of tattoo totems.

Perhaps it's because I'm weak.

During the massage, Ruan Wenhui made several incoherent noises.

Later, seeing Chen Junhe lying there quietly enjoying himself, he forced himself not to make a sound.

After a complete four-handed press, Nguyen Van Huy looked much better.

Seeing that he was in good spirits and it was still early in the evening, Chen Junhe decided to take him to Baimei Street for a late-night snack.

Having just received his new car, Nguyen Van Huy was eager to drive it.

Both cars were parked at the intersection of Baimei Street.

When Chen Junhe got out of the car, he saw several Ducati motorcycles parked in the usual parking spot.

It seems to be Lin Fan and Qingluan's group.

It seems that this motorcycle association has a special fondness for Bai Mei Street, a food street.

However, Chen Junhe did not deliberately look for which store their group was in. He simply led Ruan Wenhui on a casual stroll down the street, picking out what they wanted to eat.

After walking through only a few shops, they heard someone calling out Chen Junhe's name.

Turning my head, I saw Lin Fanqingluan, Ruan Jiaxing, Ruan Minghui, and several other members of the motorcycle association there.

"Ah He, I knew it was you! Most people aren't that tall. Come and eat with us."

Ruan Minghui happily stood up from the small stool.

They were in a shop that sold pork offal porridge.

"Xinchao, I'm Ruan Wenhui, I hang out with Brother He."