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320. Hanjing Jiurong Terrace(2/2)

Song Meng complained: "But learning things there is secondary. The main thing is to make connections. These connections may be more useful than learning from books."

To put it bluntly, MBA is a way to improve your academic qualifications.

It is undeniable that the professors who teach are all industry masters, but for these professional elites who are usually busy with work and can only study in their spare time.

Their limited energy is spread too thin.

It's better to take the opportunity to accumulate more contacts, maybe they will be useful in the future.

Song Meng continued: "On the first day of school, everyone talked about nothing else. First, we introduced our company.

Those whose companies are valued at less than US$100 million are embarrassed to say hello to their classmates."

Chen Dongcheng cut a piece of steak and fed it to Song Meng's mouth with a fork.

Song Meng took a bite, her little tiger teeth bit into the tender and juicy tomahawk steak, and she was in a very good mood.

"Society is a big dye vat, and no one can stay out of it."

Chen Dongcheng felt a little emotional, thinking about how hard he was?

In order to find a legal source for the funds provided by the game, I racked my brains to invest in milk laundering.

Chen Dongcheng doesn't think that the money given by Shenhao Games will not be noticed.

For the safety of your own life, no matter how careful you are, it is never too much.

I really want to find someone to share this pain with.

Song Meng saw Chen Dongcheng's strange expression and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just feel like having too much money is a worry."

Chen Dongcheng sighed: "Forget it, just let me bear this kind of trouble alone."

Song Meng rolled her eyes at him: "You get an advantage and act like a good boy. I don't know how many people are envious of your life."

Supercar, luxury house, goddess, successful career, a group of big friends...

It seems to be true!

Chen Dongcheng smiled: "When you graduate, I will arrange a good place for you."

Song Meng blinked: "Let me tell you first, you must attend my graduation ceremony, otherwise..."

Although she didn't finish speaking, Song Meng showed her little tiger fangs, and the threat was obvious.

"Don't worry, no matter how big the issue is, it's not as important as yours."

Song Meng gave Chen Dongcheng a satisfied look: "You know what you are interested in."

"Hey, that night..."

"What night do I have to go home to review my homework?"

Song Meng suppressed her laughter and deliberately teased Chen Dongcheng.

Chen Dongcheng curled his lips and did not expose the woman's duplicity.

After eating at Yue Jing Steakhouse, Chen Dongcheng took Song Mengdong for a walk.

I bought some small things, including some clothes.

Song Meng was not short of money. With Chen Dongcheng's net worth, Gu Shouyi easily approved a black card with a limit of 5 million for Song Meng.

Just put 10 million into the card, as long as you feel like it.

Song Meng felt strange at first, but Chen Dongchengfei said that the more he spent, the greater the benefit would be to him.

The more you spend, the more your experience points increase, and the closer you are to upgrading, which means the benefits are getting bigger and bigger.

Song Meng was completely excited about shopping. Finally she didn't have to be so bored shopping alone.

At Chen Dongcheng's instigation, Song Meng bought shopping bags that filled the trunks of two Escalades.

As for the total amount, it seems to be over 1 million.

It's not as exaggerated as in the TV series except for this one.

However, in shopping malls, it has also reached the point where many big-name salesmen come out to solicit customers.

I spent more than 500,000 yuan on Lujia and Hermès alone, and other stores also supported me to some extent.

Back on the west bank of the mangrove, Pang Zhengyang and the others were transporting Song Meng's loot one by one.

Song Meng tidied the cloakroom with a sense of accomplishment, but even after waiting for half an hour, she didn't finish it.

Chen Dongcheng picked up Song Meng and said, "Leave it to the nanny to take care of."



Song Meng got up in a panic and found out that it was a holiday today.

Just when she was about to lie down again, she saw Chen Dongcheng beside the pillow, and her eyes were fascinated for a while.

For lovers, there is nothing happier than being able to see their partner every day when they open their eyes.

Chen Dongcheng worked too hard last night and got up a little late.

After I woke up in a daze, I heard the sound of cooking coming from the first floor, and the rhythm was very strong.

Song Meng was wearing an apron. When she heard the footsteps, she turned around and smiled: "Just wait a little longer."

Chen Dongcheng walked over with a smile and hugged Song Meng. Song Meng, whose beard was not shaved last night, was getting angry again and again.

"Don't make trouble...go wash up first..."

Song Meng finally pushed Chen Dongcheng out of the kitchen, panted slightly for a while and said, "Bad guy."

By the time Chen Dongcheng finished washing up, Song Meng had already prepared the meals and placed them neatly on the table.

Chen Dongcheng took a bite and felt full of accomplishment.

It is really not easy to train a dark cooking master like Song Meng to become a master of cooking.

A culinary genius who can even fry fried rice with eggs to a crisp, really gives Chen Dongcheng a lot of headaches.

While Song Meng was eating, she couldn't help but complain: "I don't know what's going on lately. I feel like my cooking skills have improved a lot."

"Isn't this a good thing?"

Chen Dongcheng smiled and enlightened her: "Think about it, if your cooking is delicious, wouldn't the chance of me coming to your place be greater?"

"I'm too lazy to cook for you."

Song Meng said innocently, but in her heart she was thinking of buying some new cookbooks and learning them when she had time.

After eating, the two people, neatly dressed, walked out of the community hand in hand.

Pang Zhengyang opened the door of the newly purchased Bentley Mulsanne.

"Go to Jiurong Terrace in Hanjing."

Pang Zhengyang nodded and closed the car door.

Hanking Jiurong Terrace is considered one of the top luxury homes in Pengcheng, and its real estate design has won awards.

It also has sea views, mountain views and Qianhai Free Trade Zone city views, which is unique in the entire Pengcheng.

When Song Meng was brought here, she didn't pay much attention, thinking that Chen Dongcheng was going to visit his friend.

The Bentley Mulsanne drove into the community along the mountain path dedicated to the owner's vehicle.

The security guard at the door respectfully let him go: "Welcome Mr. Chen to go home."

Song Meng was stunned for a moment: "Go home?"

"You'll know in a minute."

Chen Dongcheng deliberately didn't say anything, causing Song Meng to glare at him angrily.

The Bentley Mulsanne suddenly stopped, and Pang Zhengyang said: "Boss, we're here."

The car has passed through the underground parking lot of Jiurongtai, Hanking, and driven directly into the garage at home.

It is normal for top luxury houses to have this kind of operation.

Song Meng looked around curiously. The garage belonged to the second floor of the basement. She walked up the stairs to the first floor of the basement.

Regardless of the first negative floor or the second negative floor, the ceiling height is 5.1 meters.

They are very rare among villa projects.

Generally speaking, the first and second negative floors of traditional villas are often darkrooms.

Even if there is a patio, the natural light introduced vertically is very limited.

However, the Guanshan Villa in Jiurongtai, Hanjing is located halfway up the mountain at an altitude of 50 meters, and the two underground floors are fully lit by natural lighting.

Compared with other villas, it has better views and lighting.

The fully-lit underground space is one of the biggest highlights of Hanjing Guanshan Villa.
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