Financial freedom begins in Vietnam

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Ruan Wenhui stepped forward with a beaming smile and shook hands with Ruan Jiaxing and the others.

Upon seeing these people, he could immediately tell that their demeanor and attire were quite remarkable.

Chen Junhe's familiar demeanor proved that everyone in this circle was wealthy.

If I can get to know them better, I might have a chance to do bigger business in the future.

The treatment Nguyen Van Huy received once again proves one thing.

Some circles you can't just force your way into.

Out of respect for Chen Junhe, everyone responded to Ruan Wenhui's greeting.

But the focus of everyone's discussion then returned to Chen Junhe.

Lin Fanqingluan, the mature and sophisticated woman, patted the seat next to her and said, "Ahe, sit here."

Ruan Wenhui looked at the beautiful and graceful woman and invited Chen Junhe to sit next to him without any hesitation.

A thought suddenly popped into my head.

Could this elegant woman be Chen Junhe's rice?

The other person's appearance and temperament are indeed something my younger sister can't compare to.

Could the other party be one of Hanoi's "princes and nobles"?

In Vietnam, the children of the powerful and wealthy are generally referred to as "royal sons and nobles," which signifies their powerful background.

Looking at Lin Fanqingluan's appearance, Ruan Wenhui became increasingly certain of his inner suspicion.

After Chen Junhe sat down next to her, Lin Fanqingluan looked at Ruan Wenhui and asked, "Ah He, where are these friends from?"

When asked about Lin Fanqingluan's question, Chen Junhe smiled and replied directly, "He is the brother of one of my women."

Since the last time I learned about the identities and backgrounds of Lin Fanqingluan and Wu Shibizhuang from Ruan Jiaxing and Ruan Minghui,

Chen Junhe had no intention of hiding his situation.

Because he felt that for families like Lin Fanqingluan and Wu Shibizhuang, this was important.

Sooner or later, they will find out their own situation.

Now he openly laid bare his emotional state to Lin Fanqingluan.

It means telling the other person, "I'm a jerk, you should consider whether you can accept this situation."

If Lin Fanqingluan, after learning about her situation, still rushed towards him without hesitation.

Then you can't blame yourself anymore, since I've already told you the truth, and you came here of your own accord.

Even if you want to hit me, I'm a foreigner. If things get out of hand, it won't look good for anyone.

Moreover, with the system around, Chen Junhe will eventually become an existence that others cannot ignore.

Perhaps something extraordinary will be activated during a crisis.

Therefore, Chen Junhe is very calm now.

Furthermore, after experiencing the Chen Yuling incident, he gradually came to like this slightly unrestrained feeling.

If Lin Fanqingluan were to leave him because of this, Chen Junhe would not regret it at all.

After all, they've said the next one will be better, the next one will be more obedient.

Compared to Lin Fan and Qingluan, it seems that the Wu family's Bizhuang is more accepting of Chen Junhe's situation.

As expected, Lin Fanqingluan was stunned for a moment by Chen Junhe's straightforward answer.

He then looked at Ruan Wenhui carefully for a moment, before turning his head to stare into Chen Junhe's eyes.

"Is her sister prettier than me?"

The two did not hide their conversation from those around them at all.

These wealthy second-generation members of the motorcycle association were amazed by Chen Junhe's straightforward communication with Lin Fanqingluan.

Everyone gave a thumbs up from the bottom of their hearts.

No one has ever dared to openly admit to Lin Fanqingluan that they are a scumbag.

But Chen Junhe did it today.

What surprised everyone even more was that Lin Fanqingluan was not angry.

Instead, they asked Chen Junhe to compare her and Ruan Wenhui's sister to see who was prettier.

Chen Junhe slowly moved the potted plants in front of him to make room for the porridge.

Then he turned to look at Lin Fanqingluan and gave his answer: "You and he are different types. You are the mature and sophisticated type, while she is the petite and sweet type."

Lin Fanqingluan seemed unsatisfied with Chen Junhe's answer and asked again, "Then which one do you prefer?"

Chen Junhe smiled and shrugged: "I like both."

His answer sounded like a provocation to the other members of the motorcycle club.

For a moment, everyone's breathing stopped, and the atmosphere became very heavy.

Lin Fanqingluan also stared intently into Chen Junhe's eyes, remaining silent for a long time.

A moment later, she placed a bowl of porridge heavily in front of Chen Junhe: "Drink the porridge."

Chen Junhe picked up the bowl of porridge in front of him, not caring at all whether Lin Fanqingluan had drunk from it before.

Although I have been in Vietnam for almost two years.

But this was the first time Chen Junhe had ever had pork offal porridge here.

After taking a spoonful, I realized that Vietnamese pork offal porridge is very different from pork offal porridge in China.

Because their porridge isn't made with separate grains of rice, but rather a completely ground rice paste.

The porridge also contained lettuce and cilantro.

The taste was pretty good after one bite. Although it didn't have a distinct grainy texture, it was very flavorful.

It was only after Chen Junhe took his first sip of porridge that the people sitting around him seemed to press a start button, some chatting, some drinking porridge, and others getting active.

Ruan Wenhui, who was seated next to Chen Junhe, also had a bowl of porridge placed in front of him, and he was now carefully drinking it.

His mind was now completely filled with the script he had imagined.

In his view, the question Lin Fanqingluan asked Chen Junhe was simply a case of "big rice" expressing dissatisfaction with "second rice".

If the rice with two kinds of fillings is not accepted by the rice, then life will be quite miserable.

They had only enjoyed a few good days, and if Chen Junhe were to give up his support for their family because of the rice, it would be disastrous.

Ruan Wenhui could not imagine how painful that scene would be.

So he sat there without daring to utter a sound, drinking his porridge while listening intently to the sounds between Chen Junhe and Lin Fanqingluan beside him.

In his heart, he had already prayed to all the gods, and he only hoped that Chen Junhe was not a man who was afraid of his wife.

After taking a few sips of porridge, Chen Junhe suddenly noticed a faint lipstick mark on the rim of the bowl.

This bowl of porridge was actually drunk by Lin Fanqingluan.

No wonder Lin Fanqingluan placed the bowl of porridge heavily in front of Chen Junhe.

Chen Junhe felt the wide eyes of the motorcycle association members around him, who seemed unable to believe that Lin Fanqingluan would do such a thing to him.

But Chen Junhe placed the bowl in front of him and examined the lip print as if it were a work of art.

Before long, Lin Fanqingluan, who was standing next to her, couldn't stand it anymore.

She yelled at Chen Junhe in a spoiled manner, "If you're not going to drink it, give it back to me."