I Don’t Want To Be Popular

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Half past one at midnight.

Chen Chuan and Song Suzhi were both tired of playing, especially Chen Chuan, who saw the quantitative value exceed 100. The two left the CLUB and went downstairs.

Since we were both drunk, we called a driver from the CLUB.

The driver got the car keys handed over by Chen Chuan, and when he saw it was a McLaren, he was immediately in awe. When he saw it was a P1, the driver was confused in the wind. He saw Chen Chuan and the two jumping around on the platform. Ye Di, I thought it was two students with no money who came to have fun.

I didn’t expect that one drives a P1 and the other drives a Model S. They are so rich and don’t even open a card...

Behind P1's car, a Cayenne was parked there.

The high beam of the Cayenne suddenly came on, blinding Chen Chuan, Song Suzhi, and the two chauffeurs.

Against the light, Chen Chuan saw the car door open, a pair of long legs wearing high heels get out of the car, and a woman with a graceful figure swaying over.

When she got closer, Chen Chuan could see her face clearly.

"President Teng?" Chen Chuan thought it was quite a coincidence, "Hey, what a coincidence, you are here too?"

Teng Qingqing looked at Chen Chuan and then at the girl wearing sunglasses behind him.

Teng Qingqing said: "I sent you a message, but you didn't see it."

"Oh, I have a lot of messages on my phone. I was busy shopping this afternoon, so I didn't have time to read them."

"This road has the best CLUB in the city. I guess you will come here to play after shopping, so I am waiting for you. Can I take you back?" Teng Qingqing said.

Chen Chuan hadn't spoken yet, but Song Suzhi behind him gently pulled his arm.

The two chauffeurs stood aside, not daring to show off their aura.

Teng Qingqing slowly walked up to Song Suzhi and looked at the girl's snow-white skin and slightly cold mouth under her sunglasses.

Chen Chuan felt that the atmosphere was a little tense, so he wanted to make a joke and lighten the atmosphere, and said, "How about, President, let's go to the Ritz-Carlton together?"

Teng Qingqing had no expression on her face. She raised her left hand and slapped Song Suzhi in the face.

Chen Chuan also raised his hand, as if he had expected it, to protect Song Suzhi, blocking and grabbing Teng Qingqing's left hand.

Snapped!

Teng Qingqing didn't hesitate at all, and raised her right hand to hit Song Suzhi in the face, knocking her sunglasses aside.

Song Suzhi lowered his head and said nothing, just adjusting his sunglasses with his hand.

"Hey, girl, is the Cayenne with the lights on your car? Move forward." Another young man walked out of the door of the bar. He walked up to Teng Qingqing with a cigarette in his mouth and said with a smile, "You two cars The lights are still bright."

Snapped!

Teng Qingqing raised her hand and slapped the young man on the face again, sending the cigarette in his mouth flying far away.

There were companions behind the young man, and several of them were shocked at the same time.

Snapped! President Teng raised his hand again and slapped the young man for the second time.

The young man covered his mouth and took two steps back.

Everyone said nothing and stood at the door of the bar.

The group of young people looked at Chen Chuan and the McLaren P1 behind him, then at the girl wearing sunglasses behind Chen Chuan, and the beating Teng Qingqing. He seemed to have guessed that these people couldn't be offended, so he backed away.

Chen Chuan spread his hands and said to Teng Qingqing: "You should say sorry to Su Zhi.

"

Teng Qingqing looked at Chen Chuan calmly.

"It's wrong to hit people," Chen Chuan said.

Teng Qingqing took a breath, walked up to Song Suzhi, and raised her hand to slap him.

Chen Chuan stretched out his hand to block it.

Teng Qingqing raised her other hand and slapped him again like before.

Song Suzhi stood there and did not hide.

Chen Chuan also raised his other hand and grabbed both of Teng Qingqing's hands.

Teng Qingqing freed her hands, her eyes red: "Okay, Chen Chuan, I never want to see you again."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked back to the car, started the car, turned out, and drove away.

Two chauffeurs stood aside and asked weakly: "Brother, where are we going?"

"Ritz-Carlton."

Chen Chuan pulled Song Suzhi into the Model S, and the two sat in the back row.

One driver got into P1, and the other got into Model S.

The two cars drove towards the hotel one after the other.

Chen Chuan looked at Song Suzhi beside him. Because of her fair skin, the fingerprints on her face were particularly clear.

She still hadn't taken off her sunglasses, so she couldn't see her eyes.

Chen Chuan touched her hand, which was a little cold.

"Does it hurt?" Chen Chuan asked.

It's okay not to ask. As soon as he asked, a teardrop rolled down from under his sunglasses.

Song Suzhi shook his head and gently wiped his tears with the back of his hand.

It's three o'clock in the morning. Ritz-Carlton 56th floor suite.

After some comfort, Song Suzhi fell asleep.

However, Chen Chuan received a message from his friend [Yue Wushang] in the game.

Yue Wushang: Boss, aren’t we and [Sihai] allies? Why are the people from [Sihai] breaking off the alliance and trying to kill us?

Chen Chuan: Let her kill.

the next morning.

When Chen Chuan woke up. I found that there was no one around me.

The empty room was very quiet, there was no sound of water in the bathroom, no sound of TV in the living room, and there were no clothes of Song Suzhi on the hangers in the room.

After a while, when Chen Chuan was about to fall asleep, he heard the door being opened again.

The footsteps came to the bedroom, and she saw her changing her clothes and holding breakfast in her hand.

"Hey, you're awake. I went back and changed my clothes and got breakfast on the 10th floor." Her face looked as usual and she seemed to be in a good mood.

She obediently climbed onto the bed, lay down on the side, smiled and asked, "Are you full of energy?"

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Although today is the weekend, Song Suzhi has to go back to the company for training. After eating breakfast in bed, she went to take a shower and wash up, and then left first.

Chen Chuan looked at the time, it was only nine in the morning, and fell asleep for a while.

At 11 o'clock in the morning, he got up and washed up. After receiving a call from Liu Cheng, he went downstairs to have lunch with Liu Cheng.

Liu Chengdao: "How are you? Have you had a good time these two days? There are many beauties in Magic City, right? Where are your friends from the McLaren Center? Why aren't you together?"

"I went back to the company for training today," Chen Chuan said.

Afterwards, Chen Chuan and Liu Cheng ate and chatted.

"There was something last night..." Chen Chuan told Liu Cheng what happened last night.

Liu Cheng ate the food, listened carefully, and smiled: "Hey, this is nothing. President Teng is just a petty person. Just think about it. She has been pampered since she was a child, and she has to be pampered. On the surface, she looks dignified and virtuous, but in fact she is The eldest lady's temper comes out when things don't go her way. Do you really think that the daughter of a family of Teng's stature has no temper?"

"But, tempers come and go quickly. She will come to you after she figures it out. Then, you can punish her hehe." Liu Chengdao.

"I received news from [Yue Wushang] last night that you [Sihai] are killing our people." Chen Chuan said.

Liu Cheng waved his hand and said: "I won't participate. It must be President Teng who is showing his temper. She wants to lead people to kill... Let them fight. It's just a game anyway, and it won't be fun without fighting. Although there are few people in your [Duoqing Building], you still have a lot of fun." Everyone is very fierce, [Sihai] may not be able to beat you."

After dinner, the two took a bath and had a SPA in the leisure center on the 21st floor of the hotel.

In fact, Chen Chuan's trip to the Shanghai stock market is almost over.

Originally, I came here to pick up the P1. By the way, I met Song Suzhi who works at the McLaren Center and took her to play for two days. Now it's time to go back.

Farewell to Liu Cheng in the afternoon, he went to another McLaren service center on Hubin Road to report his name. After verification, he picked up another yellow P1. This car was not new, with 2,000 kilometers of history, but it looked good inside and out. It looks just like a new car. Anyway, I got it for nothing in a lottery. It smells really good and that's it.

I found a consignment logistics company and towed both P1s back to Haiqin City.

In the evening, he went to look at the villa at No. 1 Dongjiao again.

The renovation project costing 70 million has been completed.

The single-family villa in the Italian Florentine style is full of complicated and smoky Renaissance style, which looks like a dream in the sun.

Chen Chuan entered the villa courtyard. The landscape inside the courtyard was unique and fresh.

Pushing open the heavy door of the pure copper villa, the interior of the villa appeared in front of Chen Chuan.

With an area of ​​670 square meters and a renovation cost of 70 million, Chen Chuan was amazed by the results.

In the high-ceilinged foyer, there are 15-meter-high chandeliers, cowhide floors priced at RMB 10,000/square meter, silk embroidery priced at RMB 8,000/square meter, Jingdezhen ceramic handles, and a set of kitchen appliances in the kitchen priced at RMB 4 million.

The personal butler held a thick bill in his hand and made an introduction beside him.

Under the top design team in Shanghai, the effect created by RMB 70 million is not "rustic" or "luxury", but elegant and refined. Being in it makes people calm and relaxed.

With a house payment of 280 million and a renovation fee of 70 million, this villa will be his base for playing in the Magic City in the future.

After the personal butler left, Chen Chuan was blowing in the wind on the second floor terrace.

He sat on the bench, folded his arms, and looked at the sunset in the Magic City.

Stay in a villa in the center of this prosperous metropolis and breathe the air of a 350-million-dollar mansion.

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PS: Thanks to Brother Jiu, it’s so cool. I’m almost mature. Little Bully, the crow smiled again and rewarded me.

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