He now simply had a bit too much money and was just reasonably arranging his living environment.
When his wife and child came over, they would move into that spacious flat.
1.2 billion isn't a lot, it only spent 17 "small goals."
He still had 21 "small goals" left, flying to Capital City to discuss with his wife how to spend it.
Blue sky, white clouds, the airplane soared straight into the heavens.
Chen Pingsheng covered his eyes with a small cloth, lying comfortably in first class.
It was only when the plane experienced some turbulence at ten thousand meters high that he sat up.
The stewardess serving first class was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old.
She was quite pretty, with a lovely voice.
"Sir, this is a special little gift we have prepared for you."
Chen Pingsheng had thought that with his charm, he could turn heads and attract the pretty young stewardess.
But since everyone got one, that was kind of boring.