Previously, apart from a few like Zhang Kewei who didn’t know Chen Feng had beco wealthy, everyone else already knew.
However, they weren’t exactly aware of just how rich Chen Feng was. Now, hearing that Chen Feng actually owned two villas, each worth over fifteen million, which adds up to over thirty million, along with a film company with a paid-up capital of twenty million, that’s a solid fifty million.
And that’s just what they can see and calculate; Chen Feng’s actual wealth is certainly more than this. Just how rich is he?
Everyone was astonished at Chen Feng’s real wealth now.
As for Zhang Kewei, Cao Jun, and Yuan Hua and his wife, they were utterly shocked.
Their first reaction was disbelief, but they quickly understood that Liu Ying had no reason to lie for Chen Feng, not to ntion that if Chen Feng weren’t rich now, why would Liu Ying be with him? And if Chen Feng had no money, he wouldn’t dare to disdain Liu Ying now or refuse to acknowledge being officially together with her.
Understanding this logic, they imdiately looked at Chen Feng differently than before.
Cao Jun previously didn’t pay much attention to Chen Feng, because he had heard sothing about Chen Feng’s situation, knew that Chen Feng was working at a planning company with a monthly salary of a few thousand yuan—what prospects could he have? Last year, he even heard from Zhang Kewei that Chen Feng got divorced, so in Cao Jun’s view, Chen Feng was a loser. He wouldn’t have any achievents in the future.
But unexpectedly, now Chen Feng had actually made it big. It was really hard to believe, but reason told him it must be true.
He now took a closer look at Chen Feng’s attire; there were no obvious logos, but you could tell from the style and fabric that it must be expensive. There should be a watch on his wrist, but it was covered by his sleeve, so the brand wasn’t visible, but since he could wear it, it probably wasn’t cheap either.
"Chen Feng, you bastard, you’re really rich now. Why didn’t you tell sooner? Made think you were just putting on a façade. Damn, you really deceived my feelings."
Among the people there, Zhang Kewei had the best relationship with Chen Feng, so he spoke more casually, without paying special attention to tone and wording.
Naturally, Chen Feng wasn’t offended by this. Given their back-in-the-day relationship, such joking and banter among friends was well within normal bounds.
Chen Feng explained with a smile, "Well, you didn’t ask. What was I supposed to tell you proactively? Say that I’m rich now with a few villas or sothing?"
"But you can’t keep such a low profile." Zhang Kewei acted betrayed, "Last ti we had tea, I thought you didn’t have much money, and I even paid for the tea. Seriously, you must treat to a big al next ti."
"OK, I’ll treat you next ti."
Of course, Chen Feng didn’t mind treating him to a big al, and agreed readily.
So classmates chid in, "Chen Feng, you can’t just treat him. There are so many of us here and we’re all your classmates. You have to invite us all too."
"Yeah, Chen Feng, don’t play favorites."
"Chen Feng, we’re your classmates too; if you’re inviting, invite everyone together."
...
A large group of classmates echoed this sentint, and even though Chen Feng didn’t have much of a relationship with them, it was hard to refuse at this mont, as indeed they were all his college classmates for four years.
"Alright, alright, I give in. When we find the ti to gather again, I’ll treat everyone to a al."
Hearing this, everyone cheered.
At this point, the dishes they ordered started being served, so everyone began eating, drinking, chatting, and having a lively ti.
Then, these classmates couldn’t care less about Cao Jun’s presence; they all went to toast Chen Feng.
Although Chen Feng didn’t have much connection with these classmates back in school, there was no hostility either, so for appearances, he tried to get along, toasting back as well.
Of course, he wasn’t foolish enough to drink down every glass. He just sipped a bit when they toasted.
In this way, after a dozen minutes, apart from Yuan Hua and his wife, and Cao Jun, even female classmates like Jiang Shasha had toasted him.
Afterwards, these classmates one by one took out their phones and added Chen Feng on WeChat.
This was sowhat troubling for Chen Feng since he could foresee that these people would definitely contact him for various reasons in the future, including borrowing money or other social obligations such as weddings and funerals.
The most annoying thing for wealthy people is maintaining interactions with those forr poor classmates or friends. Now that Chen Feng is a wealthy person, he can understand this annoyance.
However, it depends on which poor classmates and friends he’s talking about. If it’s soone like Zhang Kewei, who he had a good relationship with in the past, of course, Chen Feng wouldn’t mind, but for those other classmates with whom he had a quite average relationship, he really didn’t want to maintain too much connection.
So, once he gets back, if they ssage him, he certainly won’t reply. If they contact him too frequently, he might even block them.
After an hour or more of lively eating and drinking, all the n were tipsy and high-spirited, speaking in increasingly loud voices; none of them abstained from drinking, and they all drank quite a bit.
Including Chen Feng, who, even though he drank only a little at a ti, definitely had four or five cans of Budweiser by now.
While a few n, including Zhang Kewei and Cao Jun, gathered in front of the TV to sing "A Man Should Strengthen Himself," others also joined in to watch. During this mont, Jiang Shasha sohow appeared beside Chen Feng.
"Chen Feng, do you rember the na of your old classmate here?"
Jiang Shasha suddenly asked this.
In fact, at this gathering, Chen Feng couldn’t rember the nas of most of these classmates right away, as he hadn’t made an effort to rember them during college days, and it had been so many years since. Those nas that were hard to rember or hadn’t left a deep impression on Chen Feng were naturally forgotten.
However, Jiang Shasha wasn’t among them. She was the top student in their class back then, leaving quite a deep impression, and her na was easy to rember.
So, Chen Feng smiled at her and said, "Jiang Shasha, your na is so easy to rember; how could I forget?"
Jiang Shasha teased playfully, "So by your words, those classmates with harder-to-rember nas, you probably don’t rember?"
Chen Feng replied with a slightly embarrassed smile, "That’s normal, right? After so many years, do you rember all the nas of the classmates in our class?"
Jiang Shasha nodded naturally, "Of course, I rember all their nas clearly. It’s a respect for them and also a respect for my four years of university life."
This remark seed to insinuate that Chen Feng wasn’t respecting them enough, but it appeared to be the case.
If you can’t rember the nas of your classmates from four years of college, can you say you respect them?
"Alright. My mory isn’t great, so when I get back, I’ll look over the graduation book and try to rember all their nas."
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