Madam Dihao is not good

*****************

"Oh, these days, the poor are really poor, and the rich are dying of the rich."

Sitting in the coffee shop of Jinjiang Hotel, looking at the room opposite through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Lin Qian sighed again.

Chanel glanced at her: "Why have you been sighing all afternoon?"

"My boyfriend proposed to me."[

"Isn't that a happy event, congratulations."

"Go, once you get married, you will be a house slave, a car slave, and a child slave. This life is bleak and irrelevant, and there is no way out."

Lin Qian frowned, and then looked helplessly at the tall building opposite:

"Do you know how expensive the house price is now? Look at the house across the street. I heard that 8 square meters cost 100 million yuan for 800 square meters! My God! We chase after it all our lives, maybe we can't even afford a comfortable home But the houses in that area are all owned by Su Shijie, and there are countless other real estates, big and small, not including the facades, chain stores, etc. under his name. These incomes can not be used up even if he does not work for several lifetimes. "

Chanel was silent.

When she didn't know Su Shijie, she never paid attention to this aspect.But when she got to know him, she found his shadow everywhere.

He was mentioned in the newspapers, on the TV news, by the rich and by the poor.

However, Su Shijie, the rich man, has never been mysterious and does not show his face. He does not see the media, does not attend public events, and acts alone. He has not even released a photo.

There are many rumors about him in the outside world, some say that he is too ugly to see others, some say that he is withdrawn and arrogant, pretending to be mysterious, and some say that he is so handsome that he is shockingly handsome...

Lin Qian sighed again: "There is such a difference between people and people."

Chanel took a sip of coffee and asked lightly, "Your boyfriend treats you badly?"

"Yes, yes, but a poor man with no money!"

"These substances are flashy things, and too much pursuit will only become a burden. Look away, nothing is more important than happiness."

"Forget it, no money, no bread, how can there be happiness?"

At this time, Waiter, wearing a white shirt and black vest, came over and asked in standard English: "Excuse me, Can I have one more cup of coffee?" (Excuse me, can I have a refill on the coffee?)