Shenhao: Please stop messing around

Chapter 226 Chapter 225, Vacant Friends Ecological Niche (Please subscribe!)
Driving a sports car happily, Lin Chu sped along the street.

Didn't return to the club.

I didn’t go to the media company either.

Today is a "retreat and quiet reflection day" that I set for myself, but I had already thought of everything last night and finished my work.

Steal a half day of leisure from busy life.

Now he is not the owner of the club, nor the owner of LC Media. He is just an ordinary, plain and wealthy young man, Lin Chu.

Go have some fun!
"Old Hu, what are you doing?"

Lin Chu called Hu Ping'an.

The other guys all have their own things to do now.

Even Lu Ming is working on his knowledge payment project every day. Whether it makes money or not doesn’t seem to be important to him. He is just having fun. But it’s also good. After all, it’s a serious matter.

He is still busy organizing the courses and won't disturb him.

"I... ahem, I'm at the hotel. I played a ball game yesterday and won. Now I'm just relaxing."

Hu Ping'an answered the call quickly, speaking in a somewhat awkward tone.

"Ok?"

"Okay, okay, this is a second spring?"

Lin Chu teased with a smile.

Of course it's easy to guess. He must have gone to pick up girls. What else could he do? Was he going to the hotel to play Gobang?

When men have money, they satisfy their basic desires first.

So does myself.

"Hahaha, boss, if you have something to say, just talk to me. If you need me to do anything, leave right away."

Hu Ping'an laughed dryly twice and said very cheerfully.

"I'm bored. If you want a project, I'll pay for it."

Lin Chu asked the same question as last night.

Wang Hao’s answer was to watch a movie. I don’t know what Hu Ping’an’s answer was.

As a middle-aged veteran who had been beaten countless times by the society, had run many businesses and almost committed suicide, Lin Chu was somewhat looking forward to his answer, which might have a different perspective.

On the other end of the phone.

Hu Pingan was silent for a while, hesitant, and asked tentatively: "Then, go to...Ao Island?"

Lin Chu: …

"Fuck, you're too wild, aren't you?"

Compared with Xiao Hao, the two are really two extremes, one is too simple and the other is too social.

Hu Pingan smiled sheepishly and said, "I was just afraid that you wanted to go but were too embarrassed to say it, so I took the initiative to suggest it to you."

"It's okay if you don't go. It's okay if you don't go. I've only been there once before. I mainly like the entertainment industry there and never gamble."

Lin Chu: "Keep thinking! If you dare to touch this, we will no longer be friends."

Hu Pingan immediately responded with a smile: "Of course I know that, then... let's go fishing, Huicheng, I have friends."

Lin Chu: "It's boring. I'm an air force fighter every day, so I won't go."

There is really no way to solve this problem.

The fish is so disrespectful.

When Hu Pingan heard this, he also said honestly: "Then I really don't know. What hobbies do middle-aged men have? Apart from making money, having sex, fishing and golf."

"Forget it. I won't ask you anymore. Bye. Go have sex."

Lin Chu said with a bit of a smile and hung up the phone.

Damn, useless Old Hu, he doesn’t even know how to play.

Never mind, it depends on yourself.

But what he said was really heartbreaking.

Do not!
I will never admit that I am a middle-aged man!

Lin Chu can now understand a little bit the traditional path of working, making money, getting married and having children.

Although traditional, it is the most classic and clear coordinate on the long road of time.

There is a goal in daily life and there are always concerns in my heart.

Like myself, several aspects of my career have now entered a stable development period, which requires time to gradually incubate and develop. This is an objective law and cannot be accelerated no matter how hard I try.

New growth points and areas of potential development have not yet been found.

This temporary "window period" in life is really boring, and the excess energy feels like it has nowhere to release.

Suddenly, I thought of the calligraphy left by the previous owner when I bought the house for Wang Zhefei - a lifetime of resentment has led to this day, with no one in the world to face the sunset.

This matter was finally sorted out.

At the next traffic light, Lin Chu drove back to Swan Castle and returned home to the whiteboard again. He filled in the missing line.

Lin Chu continued to brainstorm.

The private emotional lives of the rich can generally be divided into three types.

The first type is like me. I fall in love with everyone I meet. Since I have money, I can afford to support them all. Whoever gets pregnant and wants to have a baby can have the baby. I can afford to support them anyway.

If you come across something that can be helpful to your career, then keep it in the company and you can still do something.

Such a thing as status is almost dead in name only.

Although this sounds ridiculous, it is quite realistic.

The second type is naturally monogamy, with the husband singing and the wife following, a perfect couple.

Ignore this point automatically, it doesn't suit you at all.

The third type is either a political marriage or an economic marriage. If the two families are well matched and the relationship is good, then they can return to the second type. If the relationship is not good, then they can each do their own things, which is normal.

Thinking about this, Lin Chu sat on the floor, sighed, and lit a cigarette.

Damn, this question is the most difficult one.

Life is long and once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back.

Matters concerning career, on the other hand, are easy to deal with.

But in love, if you make the wrong choice, it will all be bad fate.

Once the child is born, there is no way to put it back in.

How do those wealthy young people who are in a similar situation to me make up their minds?
Lin Chu really wants to call both of them now.

One is Principal Wang.

One is Mr. Huo.

These two happen to be two extremes, and can provide yourself with some sample references respectively.

It would be nice to make a friend.

Hey?
its not right.

There are no wealthy young men with similar wealth in my circle of friends.

The level of wealth has not been reached.

Zhu Yizhen doesn’t even count. He is already in his thirties and there is a generation gap in his thinking.

Zhu Yixian doesn’t count either. He is only the second son and has not yet taken over much power in the family. He is just a young boy.

The friend position in this circle is vacant for me.

……

Thinking of this...

Lin Chu first searched for a phone number on the Internet.

"Hello, is this the Hurun Wealth List?"

"I would like to invite you to interview me. I am under 30 years old and worth several billion. Are you interested?"

On the phone, Hurun's staff were a little stunned when they heard the lazy tone.

It's really rare for someone to come to you on their own initiative.

After all, many rich people nowadays are quite particular about keeping a low profile.

Although there are people who actively seek publicity, none of them are so direct.

"Okay, sir, please provide your name, age, city, and industry. Can I add you on WeChat first?"

"Row."

Lin Chu told him the WeChat number and hung up the phone.

……

After thinking about it, Lin Chu sent a message to Zhu Yizhen and Zhou Ming respectively.

"Do you know any young people who are under 25, or at least under 30, whose own or family's net worth exceeds 1 billion, and who must be the only son in the family?"

Zhu Yizhen quickly replied: "Why are you asking this?"

Zhou Ming also replied: "What are you going to do? Why does it seem like kidnapping? The conditions are so precise, haha."

Lin Chu copied and pasted the reply: "I want to get to know them and exchange ideas about what kind of wives they married."

Zhu Yizhen: "Okay, I'll ask for you and organize a cocktail party later."

Zhou Ming: "You can ask Xiao Luan about this. She knows quite a lot of people in her circle. Ask her to introduce them to you."

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(End of this chapter)