Chapter 509 Fireworks in the World
“You two, walk slowly.”
The saleswoman in a small suit, black silk skirt and high heels sent Jiang Chen and Fang Qing out with a respectful smile.
I have to admit that the sales appearance of these luxury brand 4S stores is also superhuman, all of them are handsome men and beautiful women.
The female saleswoman who served them just now has a convex face and a foxy eye shape. She has a European beauty. Outside, she is definitely more than enough to be a model.
“Why are you laughing?”
Fang Qing gave a strange look at Jiang Chen who was laughing inexplicably.
“Nothing, I just thought of a joke.”
“What joke?”
Jiang Chen touched his nose, “They say that stores like Maserati Lamborghini sell every When a car is released, there will be one less salesperson. I don’t know if this is true.”
Fang Qing stopped.
"You want to know? I have the saleswoman's WeChat account. How about I send it to you so you can ask her in detail?"
Jiang Chen coughed lightly and shook his head rationally, " Forget it, I was just talking casually."
Fang Qing still took out her phone.
“What are you doing?”
Jiang Chen asked hurriedly.
“I’ll call my dad.”
“Why are you calling Uncle Fang?”
Jiang Chen said in surprise.
“Of course I have to tell my parents if you give me such an expensive gift.”
Unable to defeat the other party, Fang Qing could only settle for the next best thing, wanting to choose the Geberi, the cheapest model from Maserati, but Jiang Chen ignored her opinion and directly ordered a Quattroporte for her.
The whole process, including signing the contract, took less than forty minutes, which is why the saleswoman smiled so sweetly.
"How old are you? Why do you still want to report to your parents?"
Jiang Chen quickly grabbed her wrist.
“Why can’t you say it?”
Fang Qing, whose emotions were rising, said subconsciously.
The reason why she is happy is not because she will get a car that makes countless people dream about it in half a month.
But the boy I grew up with has really made a difference.
And.
She wanted to tell her parents the news as soon as possible.
Jiang Chen was right about what he said. Her parents had always regarded this guy as their own, and sometimes even her biological daughter felt jealous.
If his parents knew about Jiang Chen’s current success, they would definitely be very pleased.
“Not...appropriate.”
Jiang Chen hesitated.
“Why is it inappropriate?”
Fang Qing continued to ask.
Jiang Chen showed a hint of embarrassment: "I'm worried that Uncle Fang and the others will think too much."
Fang Qing was slightly startled, but with her intelligence, she understood it instantly.
"You also know that giving a car is too expensive?"
She smiled half-heartedly.
Jiang Chen doesn't think a car worth less than two million is valuable. With the Fang family's kindness to him, he can't repay him enough, but his thoughts cannot represent the Fang family's thoughts.
To him now, two million can be described as not worth mentioning, but the Fang family is just an ordinary family. In addition, when he and Fang Qing were young, they were always teased. "Golden boy and beautiful girl", if the old couple knew that he gave Fang Qing such a precious thing, there is no guarantee that they would not doubt whether they really had "unintentional intentions" towards their daughter.
“You can say it, but you have to explain it clearly.”
Jiang Chen cleared his throat and said seriously.
"Explain clearly? I don't understand what you mean."
Fang Qing showed the charm of the devil like a child again.
She complained to her elders about "writing a love letter" to her, and Jiang Chen still hasn't forgotten it to this day.
If she were really asked to make this call, she might not add any extraneous details, but with her ability, there are many ways to make the old couple think rationally.
"Fang Qing, last night I worked for you as an ox and a horse, and today I came all the way to buy a car with you. You can't repay a favor with a grudge, right?"
"Isn't this what I said to you? Did my parents report it? This is my gratitude to you.”
Fang Qing looked innocent.
Jiang Chen was helpless.
Fang Qing smiled and shook her arm, "Don't let go yet? I have Li Shurui's contact information, be careful I snitch on her."
Seeing this, Jiang Chen finally felt relieved and let go of his hand.
"I'm not worried, Shu Rui won't be provoked by you."
"Hey, it seems that I have a plan."
Fang Qing joked, it is true. I didn't call my parents again.
"After a while, when your career is stable, you can talk to Uncle Fang and the others. Just say that you bought it yourself, and they won't think too much about it."
The old couple were at a loss for a while. I won't come to Kyoto for a while. With the income in this industry, working for a year or two and taking out a loan to buy a car shouldn't be too out of the ordinary.
Fang Qing was noncommittal.
"Let's go."
"Where to go?" Jiang Chen asked subconsciously.
"According to what you said, you are so kind to me, and the little girl has to express your gratitude and take you for a stroll."
Jiang Chen smiled hoarsely, and then nodded happily. .
Two men and women who came out of a small city took the subway again and came to a place that every Chinese should check in.
Antianmen.
"If I had known earlier, I should have come here earlier. I wouldn't have been able to watch the flag-raising ceremony."
Fang Qing thought.
“You haven’t seen it?”
“Of course I have, but you haven’t seen it.”
Fang Qing tilted her head, "Is this a fulfillment of one of your wishes?"
Looking at the city tower that he had only seen on TV news in the past, Jiang Chen couldn't laugh or cry.
This is indeed his first time here.
“Yes, I would like to thank the talented lady Fang for fulfilling my wish.”
In addition to Chinese people, there are also many foreigners who come to pay homage and take photos at Antian Gate.
The heroic and heroic warrior stood upright in the guard box, his eyes resolute, like a javelin, motionless, showing the demeanor of a great nation.
The red flag flutters in the wind.
It makes people unable to help but feel excited.
Jiang Chen has seen the world now, but standing on this land, he still can't help but feel a sense of belonging that is integrated into his bones.
Perhaps this country still has various shortcomings, but it is always connected by blood with us, which cannot be replaced by any so-called developed region.
On Oriental First Street, there was not a sound of horns. No matter how luxurious the luxury cars were, they passed here in an orderly manner.
"I came to Kyoto to study in my freshman year. On the first weekend, I came here alone and watched the flag-raising ceremony."
The two came to the monument.
“I saw the Moments you posted.”
Jiang Chen raised his head and looked at the words engraved on the monument.
The people’s heroes are immortal.
“Have you gone abroad?”
Fang Qing also looked up at the monument.
“How do you know?”
Jiang Chen unexpectedly turned his head and then realized what was happening.
On the flight back home, he bumped into Tong Dan.
"Well, I went abroad for a while."
"How do you feel?"
"How to put it, you will know after you go out and see for yourself. ”
Perhaps for many people, they may never go abroad in their lifetime, but Fang Qing will definitely not lack such opportunities.
"Many universities in Kyoto should have the opportunity to go out for exchanges. Why didn't you go before?"
Jiang Chen asked.
The breeze came and blew Fang Qing's long, straight black hair. She smoothed her hair, "I'm worried that I will be dazzled by the prosperity outside and don't want to come back. What should I do?"
< br>Jiang Chen laughed dumbly.
"You still think clearly." Indeed.
Many people feel that they are superior to others just because they went out for a walk, and their horizons have been broadened. When they come back, they judge and point fingers, and even start to look down on the land that gave birth to them.
Among them, there is no shortage of elites who have received higher education.
But in fact, just like no one is perfect, there is no truly perfect utopia in the world.
“You won’t immigrate in the future, right?”
Fang Qing asked suddenly.
Jiang Chen was caught off guard, "Why do you ask that?"
"Don't rich people like to run away? Many of those celebrities seem to have foreign nationalities."
"But they are still making money in China."
Fang Qing was startled, then nodded and smiled, "That's right."
"Actually, the gap between China and abroad is reflected in the lives of the rich, while ordinary people are actually pretty much the same."
Jiang Chen said softly.
“The gap lies with the rich?”
Fang Qing was surprised and thought this argument was quite novel, “Shouldn’t it be that the lives of the rich are roughly the same, but the gap between ordinary people is big?”
Jiang Chen shook his head.
Fang Qing looked at him doubtfully, pushed his arm, "Tell me about it."
"You will slowly realize it in the future."
< br>Jiang Chen looked up at the monument.
Hear the words.
Fang Qing didn’t ask any more questions.
Living in Chang'an is not easy.
Went to Anyianmen for a walk, it took a whole day to go back and forth.
Fang Qing finally remembered how to treat guests, and said that she wanted to invite Jiang Chen to dinner, but Jiang Chen refused and suggested that he just eat at home. He saw the ingredients in the refrigerator of Fang Qing's apartment and ate outside. A waste of money and not necessarily hygienic.
Fang Qing couldn't laugh or cry about this, but since the guest made the request, she couldn't refuse.
Unlike those fairies nowadays who have no fingers in the spring water, Fang Qing is very proficient in cooking. It can be seen from the various ingredients accumulated in her refrigerator that she should always cook at home.
"Fang Qing, whoever marries you in the future will be really lucky."
Back in the apartment, Jiang Chen folded his arms comfortably and looked at Fang Qing on the kitchen counter. Busy work.
It wasn't that he was sitting idly by, perhaps because of the influence of traditional family education, but it was Fang Qing who insisted not to let him help.
"Can you stop being so hypocritical? Don't think I don't know, you often scold me in private."
Fang Qing didn't look back, tied up her hair and held a spatula. , quite skilled.
This picture is inconsistent, but it doesn't seem to be inconsistent.
"You can only be like that to me. To others, you can definitely be called a perfect partner."
Jiang Chen was minding his own business, speaking out what he felt without thinking too much.
Growing up, Fang Qing has been what everyone calls "other people's children", smart, well-behaved, kind and sensible, but only in front of him does her weird and dark side show up.
Jiang Chen once suspected that she had a dual personality, and he was the only outlet for her dark personality.
The spatula in Fang Qing’s hand stopped.
“Perfect partner, it’s not easy to hear a kind word from your mouth.”
“I always tell the truth. You are beautiful, knowledgeable, and can Cooking and keeping the house in order can be said to be a master of the hall and a master of the kitchen..."
Jiang Chen leaned against the wall with his arms folded, talking eloquently.
Suddenly, he asked curiously: "By the way, do you have any suitors now?"
"So what? If not, so what?"
Fang Qing said without looking back.
"If so, I can check it for you. Men know men best. Just give me a look and I will know whether this man is worthy of your reliance."
" I thank you.”
The sound of the spatula became louder.
"You're welcome, of course. No matter what we say, we are still childhood sweethearts..."
Jiang Chen was still chattering there.
Fang Qing put the broccoli in the pot onto a plate, "Take it to the table."
Jiang Chen came over and put the dishes on the table.
Fang Qing continued to fry the next dish.
Jiang Chen slipped back again, "You haven't answered me yet. Do you have a suitor?"
Fang Qing ignored him.
“Hey, I’m talking to you.”
“If you have nothing to do, help me throw the garbage downstairs.”
Jiang Chen couldn’t laugh or cry. "I'm a guest."
"Then shut up."
Jiang Chen shrugged and didn't disturb her anymore. He turned to look at the trash can, walked over, and put out the trash. The bag was taken out.
“Click.”
The sound of closing the door came.
Fang Qing slowly exhaled and hit the stainless steel pot hard with the spatula.
downstairs.
Jiang Chen threw the rubbish into the trash can and clapped his hands. He didn’t want to go up and make others uncomfortable, so he decided to take a stroll downstairs for the time being.
While cooking, Fang Qing passed through the window and found that the guy was chatting with an aunt who was walking her dog, and she seemed to be having a very happy chat.
She couldn’t laugh or cry.
I don’t know why, but this guy seems to have the ability to easily win the favor of his elders. It’s like when she was a child, her parents strictly warned her not to fall in love early, but when she complained about Jiang Chen “writing a love letter” to her, her parents didn’t No too drastic reactions.
Fang Qing stared downstairs while cooking.
I don’t know what the guy and the aunt were talking about, but he waved his hand and pointed in the direction of her apartment.
Later.
A young girl walked over, probably the aunt's daughter. The three of them chatted for a few more words, and then the mother and daughter left with the dog.
Jiang Chen then slowly turned back.
"Squeak."
The sound of opening the door.
Fang Qing turned off the heat and took the last plate of food.
"Why don't you chat more?"
Someone who was walking into the room said unexpectedly: "Did you see it?"
Fang Qing was noncommittal and put the plate on on the table, and then went to wash his hands.
“That aunt is so enthusiastic that she insists on inviting me to her home.”
Jiang Chen smiled sheepishly.
“Should I introduce her daughter to you?”
Jiang Chen had an expression that said you knew what was going on.
"You know all this?"
"Why don't you go to someone's home and have a look? The Kyoto natives living here have assets worth at least tens of millions."
Fang Qing took out a tissue and wiped it He started, "Oh, by the way, I almost forgot, you are also a successful person now."
Jiang Chen turned a deaf ear, as if he couldn't hear the other party's weirdness, and sighed: "They say people in Kyoto are xenophobic, look. It's not like that."
As he said that, he looked at the dining table: "So rich?"
"What are you doing?"
He was about to sit down. Jiang Chen said doubtfully: "Let's eat."
"Go and wash your hands, don't you care about hygiene."
"Tuk, duk, duk..."
Jiang Chen had just finished washing his hands. , there was a knock on the door suddenly outside the house.
He glanced at Fang Qing subconsciously and found that Fang Qing was also a little surprised.
“Who is it?”
“I don’t know.”
Fang Qing was about to open the door, and Jiang Chen took the lead.
"I'll go."
(End of this chapter)