I have a colleague who usually keeps a low profile. Once the company arranged for me to go to Vietnam on business with him, and I was deeply shocked by the wealth of his family.

A few years ago, I worked in a private enterprise in Guangdong. A Vietnamese employee came to the company. He is a young man in his early twenties. He studied in China and worked here after graduation. He speaks Mandarin better than most Cantonese people. It was his first year in the company, and I was his master.

This colleague is very studious. He will take the initiative to ask me for advice if he doesn't understand, and he is also very diligent. He is willing to do any chores and has a good relationship with other colleagues. Everyone is willing to associate with him. Although he is Vietnamese, I also think he will have a future.

Because Viet Nam is relatively poor, and this colleague is very low-key, we always thought that he came to China for gold. His salary at that time was more than 6000 yuan. Although it is not high in China, it should be higher than Vietnamese.

Sometimes we jokingly ask him if he can become rich after working here for a few years. He always nodded hard and said that he could live a local tyrant's life in a few more years.

Once, the company sent me to Vietnam on business, but the person I docked with in Vietnam came back from a temporary business trip. I didn't know Vietnamese, but my English was average. The company asked this Vietnamese colleague to be my guide and let him go home by the way. He hasn't been back for almost a year.

My task in Vietnam this time is to provide technical guidance for a processing factory. The products they help us process often have quality problems recently, and the company sent me to see why.

In fact, I was a little worried when I first came to Vietnam, but I was more stable with this Vietnamese colleague. Our plane is a direct flight to Hanoi airport. Before the plane took off, he said that he would arrive in Vietnam. Just listen to his arrangement. Make sure I remember this trip.

I said you can help arrange the trip, and I can settle the expenses on the way. I'll ask the company for reimbursement when I get back. But he said he didn't need to spend anything but air tickets. He wanted to be a host.

As soon as he got off the plane, he began to make phone calls, and I couldn't understand what he said. I guess it's a taxi. As soon as we got out of the airport exit, a man stepped forward to carry the luggage for his colleague and walked to a car parked on the side of the road. My colleagues and I followed him on the bus.

Because I didn't know much about cars, I didn't know what brand of car it was at that time, but when I got on the bus, I saw that all the accessories on the car were exquisite and should be expensive. Colleagues said that this is the car that his family usually picks up guests, and the person who picks him up is his driver.

I thought that families with drivers must be local tyrants, and I didn't ask much at that time. I am not in the habit of prying into other people's privacy. He wanted to say that he would tell me.

After about half an hour's drive, we arrived at a villa area. I thought it was a hotel, and I saw the surrounding environment was so good. Although the consumption level in Vietnam was relatively low at that time, the price should not be low. I have to pay the excessive accommodation fee.

After the car stopped, I found someone outside to help me open the door. After I came out, several people were saluting my colleagues. I think the hotel service is too good. At least five-star hotels are needed in China to provide such good service.

At this moment, my colleague came up to me and said, "Welcome to my home. These are my nannies. My parents are not at home. Stay at my house tonight. " I was shocked at that time: "This is your home? Really a local tyrant, better than a five-star hotel. "

My colleague said something that shocked me even more: "My family also has a five-star hotel. A five-star hotel is not as comfortable as my home. Might as well stay at my house. If I can't adapt, I will arrange a hotel. "

I was already a little skeptical about life, so I stopped talking. I just followed them and looked around from time to time. I can't tell you how surprised I am. I didn't expect such a low-key person to be a rich second generation and have to go abroad to suffer. I really don't understand.

What surprised me even more was that a nanny in his family could speak fluent Mandarin. After entering the room, she took me to a suite on the second floor, saying it was for me and my colleagues lived in other places.

It's a suite The hall is very big. I estimate it is 100 square meter. The decoration in the hall is gold, very, very luxurious. I feel like I'm in the palace. There are two spacious rooms. The nanny guided me to live in a room.

My colleague has arranged the itinerary for the next few days. We went to that company for a few days. After the problem was almost solved, my colleague took me to the scenic spots in Hanoi for two days. I have been picked up by the driver and feel that I have lived an unparalleled life, but I know that these do not belong to me.

In the process of playing, I finally asked a question that I want to ask most: "Your family is so rich, why do you come to China to suffer, and go to China so quietly?"? If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that you were a rich second generation. "

My colleague seems to have prepared the answer. When I asked him, he gave me the answer: "My father wanted to do business in China, so he sent me there to study and learn about the situation there by the way. At the same time, it is also a test for me, because my father wanted to give me the business, but I didn't want to, so I hid there after graduation and didn't want to come back. The most important thing is that no one knows my identity there. I am free to do what I like, such as experiencing life at the grassroots level. "

Then I came back by myself. My colleague asked for leave to stay at home for a few more days. He personally took me to the airport. I was specifically told not to tell anyone about him before I left, otherwise he couldn't stay. I promised him.

Back to the company, we still go to work as usual. He is still as positive as before, and he is still so low-key. But I saw his eyes changed, and I began to admire him a little. He could have been a gentleman with a clear conscience, but he kept a low profile and went to the grassroots to study.

Sometimes he talks to me, but he seldom talks about his family. I guess many things are out of control in such a rich family.