Chapter 7

Emily held the bag and turned towards Duong Trung so he could see clearly. She winked and said: "This is our new color-coordinated bag, very suitable for young women. The price is 10,000 yuan. Three thousand dollars, only one left in the store.

Duong Trung blinked at Emily, said that he had received her reminder, and said in his heart: "This girl is quite interesting. Are you afraid of spending too much?

Thinking about it again, my mother and others will go down, not a hypocrite, even if he didn't really choose this English rose, he should still repay the debt of his predecessor, "Okay , end it."

Before Megan's eager eyes, he swiped the card to pay and the bag was sealed in an exquisite box. "Megan, I'll have something to do later so I won't send you off, I'll just take a taxi and leave." Duong Trung stopped Megan's swaying waist and bowed his head.

Megan was immersed in the joy of receiving fruit and did not clearly hear Duong Trung's words: "What?" Sorry honey, I didn't hear you clearly.

Duong Trung smiled and shook his head, absentmindedly repeating: "I said something will happen later, you go first."

Hearing that, Megan's face instantly turned from sunny to gloomy, but her mouth gently asked: "What's wrong? Honey, what's wrong? Can you follow?" Don't worry, I can stay calm. , Won't bother you.

"I want to eat with my family, do you want to stay with me?" Duong Trung raised his eyebrows and said impatiently.

Megan also realized that she was a little impatient, quickly supported Duong Trung's arm, gently rubbing her skin, "Oh oh, then I'll go first, can I keep your phone number?"

The two exchanged contact information, put Megan in a taxi, and Duong Trung returned to his sports car.

I didn't know that Megan's eyes following his back were filled with resentment and she heavily threw the box aside. Obviously, one bag cannot satisfy his appetite. Duong Trung of course does not know these things. He closed the door, took out his cell phone, and called Alan again to ask how his analysis was going.

This project of short selling crude oil is an opportunity that he highly values, but he is bottomless and seems to be a little worried about making a loss.

Half of his body leaned against the car frame, his chin resting on his arm, his empty eyes watching the cars come and go, the spring breeze gently caressing his hair, his warm breath, and the slightly pale afternoon sunlight. dazzling, Duong Trung couldn't help but squint his eyes. . Across the street, a couple was leading a doll-like girl down the street. A clown actor greeted him with funny moves. Occasionally, he would make small toys and place them in front of the children, making her laugh. Taken obliquely, a bright halo of light covers the family of three, as warm as a screen.

"Hey man, don't worry, I... Currently analyzing and calculating..." Allen's voice rang out from the receiver, destroying Duong Trung's mood.

The voice was a bit vague, you could guess what the other person was doing with his toes, "Damn it, Allen, are you a hamburger in your life?"

"Oh, it's not impossible, it's possible, it's okay, don't bother me, I'll call you when I'm done..." After saying that, I hung up the phone.

Duong Trung chuckled, threw the phone to the co-pilot, then turned around. The family of three left. The dedicated clown is aiming for the next target and promoting the goods in his hand. A moment later, Yang Sen and Liu Yun walked out arm in arm, sat in Yang Sen's Bentley Mulsanne and signaled Yang Cheng to follow them.

Two cars drove one after another along Fifth Avenue toward the apartments on the west side of Central Park.

once described New York in a television series: "If you hate someone, take them to New York; If you love someone, send her to New York. »

Is there much conflict? But New York is where heaven and hell meet; it is a gold mine where opportunities and risks coexist; it was a prosperous and ugly market; it is a scene where fashion and tradition collide.

It's been half a day since I was born again. Duong Trung gradually became subjectively acquainted with the city, accustomed to the lifestyle of a rich person, accustomed to the special rhythm of life in Manhattan and the dreams he once had. Now it is gradually becoming true, but why is there an inexplicable void in my heart?

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Yang's apartment is on the top floor of a 48-story building west of Central Park. It occupies two floors 47 and 48, with an area of ​​1700 square meters. This property was once owned by a New York real estate agent. The crisis caused him to go bankrupt. To pay off his debt, he sold it cheap to Duong Sam.

Yang Sen then invited LV's design director at that time through Liu Yun to personally design it. After four and a half years, the ultra-modern mansion has been renovated and built with an 8-meter high water wall, reflecting pool, spa, games room and audio-visual system. Functional equipment such as premises and wine cellar.

Duong Trung walked on the ground made from a lot of black and white marble, the sound of gurgling water entered his ears, silently shocked: "Too arrogant, too luxurious."

"Jason, you haven't been home in a while, right?" Duong Trung had just taken his parents upstairs to change clothes, preparing to visit this mansion alone like a crystal palace. Old butler John approached in surprise.

Duong Trung touched her nose and confirmed that she was not embarrassed just now, then he regained his indifferent appearance: "That's right, old John, long time no see, how are you?

Old John is also from the UK and is much older than White. This year he is over 60 years old. He has served the Duong family for more than 10 years, works hard and has never made a mistake.

Kiss Duong Trung affectionately. Anyway, Duong Trung grew up like a nephew, hey. . . How could this be a curse?

Patted him on the shoulder and said loudly: "Very well, look at my body, there won't be any problem in 20 years."

"It's great, you know, we wouldn't be willing to let you retire." » Duong Trung said emotionally. "No problem, I hope you will open my next 10 year contract."

Old John's words made Duong Trung hesitate for a few seconds, then he understood the profound meaning of the words. He hopes he can cheer up, inherit the family business, become the next generation of the Duong family, and provide him with the next generation to be the boss. Contract.

With a slight stir in his heart, he grabbed old John's hand, squeezed it tightly, and promised: "Deal!"

I talked to old John for a while and then let him busy, managing such a large house, the workload is not small at all, occasionally sharing the tasks arranged by Yang Sen, it is not easy to have get dozens. millions of dollars in annual salary.

Duong Trung also lost the desire to visit the mansion. No matter what, he will live here in the future, and if he has time, he will use his left hand to walk towards the living room and the Lion King patrolling his territory.

There are huge oil paintings on the promenade leading to the living room, which at first glance are very valuable. However, the original Duong Trung and the current Duong Trung both have no artistic talent so I really don't like it. Compared with oil paintings, Yang Cheng prefers Chinese Z landscape paintings that are full of artistic motifs of birds and flowers.

The "click" sound rang out, my mother changed clothes at home and then went downstairs first, tied her hair in a ponytail to meet Duong Trung on the stairs, "Hurry up and change clothes, your father is waiting in the office, Mom." 'I will cook.'

Duong Thua nodded repeatedly, Duong Sam did not look for him, he had to proactively talk to his father, his next plan without his father's help would not be possible. "Okay mom, take it easy. I'll have dinner at noon. I'm not very hungry."

Luu Van didn't know if he heard or not, so he waved his hand: "I know."

The entire second floor is a private space reserved for the three members of the Duong family. Taking the office as the center, Duong Trung's and his parents' rooms are located separately. Both are east-west facing, the area and facilities are identical, except Duong Trung's room faces north. South. Glanced at the office, didn't go in, but returned to the room to change clothes before returning to the office.

Knocked on the door, heard Duong Sam's thick voice like a newscaster and immediately walked in.

"Dad, are you looking for me?"

After entering, I looked around and saw that the office's decoration was more cultural, unlike the more luxurious, bookish atmosphere outside.

The shelves on both sides leading up to the ceiling were gradually filled with various collections of books. It is not difficult to find traces of their leaf droppings. It seems Yang Sen often spends time here.

Duong Sam stood at the desk, his back turned to Duong Trung, looking at something. He heard Duong Trung's voice, but didn't respond: "Oh, here? Sit down, wait for me, there's Louis XIII on the table, I'll tell John to bring it back."

In front of the French-style office door, there is a thick white wool blanket on one side. Two black Eames couches sit on pedestals. Don't underestimate this chair. A classic masterpiece of the Swiss furniture brand VITRA, considered the BMW, Porsche, Steve Jobs and Bill Gates in the world are all loyal fans of the company.

The two chairs in Janssen's study were specially designed and cost nearly $10,000. Although they are regular mass-produced models, they cost around $1,000.

Duong Trung came to the window, UU read www.uukānshu.com, in the distance was a panoramic view of the sunset over the Hudson River, standing here looking out at living beings would truly elevate one's mood. "Compared to Hennessy xo, I prefer the rich and lasting aftertaste of Louis XIII." Yang Sen walked over, poured a glass of Yang Orange from a crystal wine bottle, carefully corked it and set it aside. The crystal glass bottle handcrafted by Kara () Glass Factory is a rare work of art.

Duong Trung shrugged, although at this moment he wanted to ask, your wife is the director of LVMH group. Most of the wine in the cellar is Hennessy XO, but what about Louis XIII drinking it secretly?

Louis XIII was, to put it bluntly, a Rémy Martin of more than 50 years. With more than 250 flavors, it only lasts 15-20 minutes compared to regular cognac, and the aftertaste of Louis XIII lingers for up to an hour.

Louis XIII symbolizes unparalleled luxury, because it symbolizes the accumulation of essence, the accumulation of time and the infinite pursuit of quality.

As a result, Louis XIII not only has a refined and elegant performance, but also is full of domineering and royal charisma, which has become the pursuit of countless successful people.

Although Duong Trung did not know alcohol, his predecessor had loved alcohol since childhood and drank a lot. She shook the tulip cup, let the amber liquid ripple in the cup, took a sip and unconsciously squinted her eyes. A sound came out of his mouth, he couldn't help but give his father a thumbs up, felt the aftertaste in his mouth, then compared the taste in his memory, thinking to himself: "This wine is a bit different. ".

Duong Sam laughed and sat down, put his feet on the pedals, and said arrogantly: "It's old wine." The money for these two bottles of wine was enough for me to buy a bottle of 90 year old Romane Conti.