A life of financial freedom

High schools near the昙花 (Tánhuā) residential complex.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, a multitude of students swarmed out.

Zhong Rou stared intently at Ba Siqi.

“Did you report me to the principal?”

Zhong Rou knew that she was engaged in a business that violated school rules, so she was particularly cautious, but even so, she was still caught by the principal.

Someone must be plotting against her.

Ba Siqi raised her chin: “I reported you. What can you do about it?”

Zhong Rou gritted her teeth: “You bastard, I’ll get you sooner or later.”

She started a breakfast business and found it to be very profitable, thinking she could get her first pot of gold, but who knew her career would end prematurely.

Wasn't this taking her life?

“Come on, I’m waiting.” Ba Siqi proudly left.

“Ugh.” Zhong Rou kicked the nearby tree trunk. “That green tea is so annoying.”

“Rou Rou, it’s okay. With your ability, you can definitely get rich,” Wen Qing comforted her.

Zhong Rou walked out of the school, not seeing Yang Meina's car. Yang Meina had been giving her rides these past few days.

“Huh?”

Wen Qing reminded her: “Rou Rou, you forgot, your sister and brother-in-law have returned to the country.”

Hearing this, Zhong Rou remembered and slapped her forehead: “Oh, I remember now. I was so angered by Ba Siqi that I couldn't remember things.”

With that said, Zhong Rou rushed towards the昙花 (Tánhuā) residential complex like a gust of wind.

She still bounced into the house, shouting loudly: “Sister, brother-in-law.”

Zhong Tingyue, tidying up the house, asked: “What's the matter?”

“I want to get back at Ba Siqi. Do you have any objections?”

Zhong Rou was so straightforward. If she said she would get back at Ba Siqi, she would, and never just talk.

“No.” Zhong Tingyue refused.

Hearing this, the excitement on Zhong Rou's face disappeared, and her mouth pouted as if hanging a bottle of soy sauce.

Soon, Zhong Rou and Zhou Yidan became close. The former listened to the latter's stories about the United States, where zero-dollar shopping was commonplace, firearms and ammunition were readily available, and fights were nothing... ...

Zhong Rou was fascinated by what she heard.

Zhong Rou slapped her thigh: “Oh, indeed, the biggest dividing line between people is amniotic fluid. Why wasn’t I born in the United States?”

In an instant, she had thought of many ways to make money.

That place was her dreamland.

Zhou Yidan: “... ...”

Zhong Tingyue tidied up the house and then came out to say to Zhou Yidan: “Stay here tonight, don’t mind it.”

“Sister Zhong, I really don’t know how to answer you.”

Zhou Yidan and Chu Fang had only met by chance, and she already felt she owed them a lot for doing this.

“You’ve been on a plane for so long, go to bed early.”

... ...

Late at night, the bright moonlight shone on the windowsill.

Zhou Yidan tossed and turned, unable to sleep, then stood at the window, overlooking the night scene, seeing pedestrians strolling on the road, seeing three or five people sitting by a small stall drinking and chatting, seeing cars speeding by... ...

These scenes could not be seen in the United States, even in bustling New York, there was no such scene late at night.

Zhou Yidan watched quietly.

... ...

The next day, because of jet lag, Chu Fang didn't sleep well.

But even so, he was in a particularly good mood.

Abroad, even in high-end and luxurious hotels, he slept tensely, not knowing why, but in China, he could sleep very easily.

This had nothing to do with safety, just a habit.

He stretched and then went out to make breakfast.

Simple white porridge, plus pickled vegetables, this was the breakfast he had always wanted abroad.

Walking out of the kitchen, he saw Zhou Yidan sitting on the sofa: “You’re awake.”

“Brother Chu, good morning.”

Chu Fang leaned on the sofa, arms crossed: “Today I’ll drive you to find the place where your grandmother was born and lived.”

Zhou Yidan's grandmother hoped to return to her roots, even wanting to be buried in China after death.

“Brother Chu, I can do it myself, no need to trouble you.”

“Hey, anyway, I need to adjust to the time difference and can’t do anything, so I’ll just take you around.” Chu Fang waved his hand.