Gongsun Jian led the guards to protect them all the way.

Chen Qingzhi smiled faintly: "Who protects whom after you go out?"

The guard members touched their heads embarrassedly.

Gongsun Jian said, "Just treat it as a walk, we must have something to do, right?"

That's what I said.

Chen Qingzhi nodded: "Then follow, but don't talk nonsense, don't talk too much. I don't like to be troublesome!"

Everyone received the order with a loud bang.

The patrol guard changed into plainclothes, first went out to observe the route along the way, and arranged vehicles and guards.

Even the route from Mingzhu Island to the sea restaurant was arranged in advance.

This kind of treatment is exclusive to the powerful and wealthy, and even if you have money, you cannot enjoy it.

Soon, four patrol boats were guarding the road and two police boats were leading the way. Chen Qingzhi and Su Wanying sat on the yacht in the middle, looking at the restaurant in the sea in front of them.

It was a restaurant and hotel built on an artificial island, and the houses below the restaurant even had a sea view below.

"Wow, this place is so amazing!" This was the first time Su Wanying saw it.

Chen Qingzhi has lived in Dubai several times and has become accustomed to it: "It looks cool, but in fact the air circulation is average and it feels a bit stuffy. If you like it, I can buy it!"

Su Wanying patted his hand: "Don't buy it at any time, I'm just talking casually."

When he was about to arrive at the sea restaurant, Chen Qingzhi asked the patrol boat to withdraw. He led Wanying into the underwater passage, and the guard behind him was still guarding the road.

The spacious sea-Chinese restaurant is very quiet now, but it has been booked.

Gongsun Jian whispered: "The room fee alone is probably millions, and this is not an ordinary restaurant."

Chen Qingzhi smiled faintly: "It's like the fellow villagers' association. It's not for the party, but for who can do it."

Indeed, at the entrance of the restaurant in front, a signature wall stands with not only the name written on it, but also the position, income, etc. are marked in detail.

"It's really interesting. It's arranged according to property. Look at Zhang Mengmeng, a permanent resident of America, with a net worth of 3 billion. There are four villas in America alone..."

Below is Zhang, a partner of a domestic financial tycoon, with an annual income of 30 million...

There is also Zhao, a director of a startup company, with an annual income of tens of millions.

The bottom one is an investment bank manager with an annual income of three million.

The annual income of three million is already at the bottom, and even the signature name is too small to see.

Chen Qingzhi laughed, picked up the pen and wrote directly: Chen, who earns an annual income of 370 billion yuan, is a freelancer.

He wrote a random income, and Su Wanying hurriedly wiped it and wiped it off directly.

The annual income is 3,700, haha, even beggars are not as good as those here.

Su Wanying wrote very seriously: Su Wanying, monthly income is 20,000 yuan, Gu's corporate assistant.

"I'm really true. With Senior Sister Xingliu, I am the little assistant. Senior Sister even paid me 20,000 yuan." Su Wanying was very proud.

Chen Qingzhi was speechless.

Gongsun Jian was also happy after watching it: "So should we write it on?"

Chen Qingzhi shook his head and was about to let them go nearby to rest when a group of people came across from him.

Walking in the front was a woman wearing a red gauze-skinned evening dress, enchanting and beautiful. Looking at her face, it seemed that she had just had a face-slimming injection.

Everyone behind him followed like stars: "Mengmeng, you are doing so well now, we can't compare."

Zhang Mengmeng dragged her long skirt and saw Su Wanying at first sight, and walked straight to her: "Is it Wanying? I didn't admit it wrong? When I was in junior high school, Bingyue, you, and me, we are our best friends."

Su Wanying passed happily and wanted to hug her.

Zhang Mengmeng's face darkened, and she suddenly raised her hand and pushed it away: "Sorry, my clothes are too expensive, I'm afraid they will be broken."

Wanying stood there awkwardly.

Zhang Mengmeng covered her mouth and smiled: "Don't do this, it's really expensive."

After saying that, he led a group of fellow villagers to look at the signing wall.

"Ha, Wanying, no matter how you say it, you are the eldest lady of the Su family. Now you only have 20,000 yuan a month? The annual income is not enough to buy a car!" Zhang Mengmeng said this, and the others laughed.

A guy saw Chen Qingzhi's signature on it and exaggeratedly made a strange voice: "OH, GOD, monthly income of 37,000 yuan, I can't even afford a dish here. Who is this Chen?"

Su Wanying was speechless: "That is my husband..."

Oh, that guy pretended to be embarrassed: "It's okay, I'm just kidding. We are a fellow villager's association, and we are not as rich as anyone."
Chapter completed!