My minimum living allowance is credited to my account every day with 1000 million yuan

Huang Wei arrived in Tianning after get off work hours.

Li Zhi and the regional manager were still waiting for him in the office. "Come on, Mr. Huang, have a seat."

"Thank you, Mr. Li!"

"Under General Manager Huang's management, Yancheng Wansheng Plaza has achieved remarkable results. Even with such a poor retail environment, it has been able to grow against the trend. General Manager Huang truly deserves to be a key cadre cultivated by the group."

Key training?

Huang Wei had already heard that he was on the list at headquarters, but there were many people on the list; it just meant that there was an opportunity.

The fact that Li Zhi brought it up again shows that he holds a place in the hearts of these bigwigs.

At the same time, it seems that Lu Tao never said anything similar to him, and every time he looked at him, he looked at him as an insignificant little person.

Although I know that my position is indeed insignificant compared to these big shots, who doesn't want to be valued?
He wanted to hear more, but after Li Zhi praised him once, he didn't continue, which was quite a pity.

The regional general manager then picked up where Li Zhi left off, saying, "General Manager Huang, there's something I called you here for today that might cause you some trouble."

Wronged?

You just praised me, shouldn't you give me some reward?

Was your praise just a prelude to this? Well, your praise was so insincere. Huang Wei's joy gradually faded.

"Mr. Huang should know that the group is preparing to acquire several well-performing properties that we previously operated as asset-light businesses, in negotiations with the property owners."

Huang Wei nodded in agreement. He naturally knew about this matter. Yancheng Wansheng Plaza was one of the group's most important acquisition targets. Lu Tao and Wang Lun had even gone to the site a while ago.

"There are some problems in the negotiations between the two parties now. The owner's offer is 2.5 million yuan higher than the value of the project itself."

"Are they crazy?"

Huang Wei frowned deeply; "they" naturally referred to the property owners.

The regional general manager looked grave and sighed, "The group definitely cannot accept this price; the premium is too high."

Huang Wei suddenly had a bad feeling. He reached for a cigarette. He needed to smoke when he was in a hurry; it had become a habit.

Li Zhi had been observing his expression. Seeing this, he picked up his cigarettes from the table and tossed one to him and one to the regional general manager.

Huang Wei took the cigarette, stood up, and lit it for Li Zhi and the regional general manager. He then asked in a deep voice, "So, what are the group's next plans?"

"Let's try to cool things down with the property owners, but if we do that, it's very likely that Junxiao Commercial Management will intervene."

"At this price, they'll still enter the market?"

The regional general manager smiled wryly: "I don't know what's going on. It feels like they're determined to win this project. They haven't raised prices this aggressively for the other projects. I don't know what's gotten into them here."

Huang Wei's heart skipped a beat as he suddenly remembered what the headhunter had said that day: "If you give up this opportunity to join Junxiao Business Management, their doors will be closed to you forever."

I think I said some arrogant things at the time. These two things can't be related, right?
Junxiao Business Management wouldn't be that crazy as to spend an extra 100 million yuan for me. If it were really about this, they might as well just come to me directly, throw me 100 million yuan, and I would immediately kneel down and call them daddy. Why go through all this trouble?

He was unaware that he was lucky enough to be chosen by Zhao Hui as the scapegoat.

"I called you here today for this very reason: if Yancheng Wansheng Plaza is ultimately acquired by Junxiao Commercial Management, what will happen to your personnel arrangements?"

Huang Wei felt dejected. The place where he had worked so hard and achieved great success in his career was about to be kicked out. He said half-jokingly, "Aren't you worried that I'll stay in the original project and join Junxiao Business Management?"

The regional general manager smiled. "I've already heard about Mr. Huang's loyalty to Wansheng Group. Your righteous refusal of Junxiao Commercial Management's offer has angered them, and they've already announced that they will never hire you again."

Huang Wei's eyelids twitched. Was this a compliment or an insult? He hadn't expected the news to spread so quickly. Had he been too reckless back then?

Arrogance will surely bring disaster, and arrogance will surely bring misfortune. Could it be that I have truly brought disaster upon myself through my words?

He noticed that Li Zhi gave him a meaningful look, and his heart skipped a beat. He could sense that Li Zhi was also wondering if Jun Xiao's sudden madness was related to what he had said.

Leaders, aren't you giving me too much credit? Spending an extra 100 million on me?

“Mr. Huang, if Yancheng Wansheng Plaza is acquired by Junxiao Commercial Management, I have already reported this to Mr. Li. I would like to ask you to come to the region as a reserve general manager first, and then ask you to come when there is a vacancy in another project.”

Huang Wei was depressed. Was being a trainee general manager my destiny?
Wansheng Group has general managers for every project. When will there be a vacancy? And even if there is a vacancy, the project will definitely not be as good as the Yancheng project, because general managers of good projects are generally reluctant to leave.

If you take on a bad project, it could very well become your career Waterloo.

Despite his success at Wansheng Plaza in Yancheng, he knows very well that his success today is due to a combination of favorable timing, location, and people.

He would find it difficult to achieve the same results in a different project.

Looking up at the regional general manager, he quickly lowered his head to drink water, but Huang Wei could clearly see pity in his eyes.

What pity? Am I, Huang Wei, destined to leave Wansheng Group no matter what, because Junxiao Commercial Management has already closed its doors to me?
He took a deep breath, then coughed loudly, accidentally choking on his lungs.
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The Cape Town night sky is bisected by the silhouette of Table Mountain, with stars intertwined with city lights, while the dome of Cape Town Stadium gleams silver in the night, like a fallen moon.

Outside the venue, tens of thousands of fans held up glow sticks and support signs, and the line stretched for several kilometers. Fans of different skin colors sang Lee Ji-eun's hit song in Korean, and the sound waves shattered the clouds.

As the countdown reached zero, the lights dimmed, and the 360-degree circular giant screen suddenly burst into orange-red fireworks. Lee Ji-eun, wearing a starry gradient tulle dress, appeared from the rising platform. The skirt was adorned with Swarovski crystals, which refracted aurora-like iridescence with each step.

As the intro began, drumbeats and electronic sound effects bombarded her chest through immersive surround sound, while ten-meter-high cold flames shot out from the edge of the stage, illuminating the pair of custom-made diamond earphones on her earlobes.

Lee Ji-eun was in exceptionally good spirits today, and the fans in the audience truly felt that, just as she said, "She loves Cape Town; it's a beautiful place!"

Actually, they didn't know that after the concert tonight, she could travel all the way to China to see her lover.

It's been many days since they last met in Seoul. If they don't see each other soon, she's afraid Chen Xiao will forget about her. He's so outstanding, and the beautiful women around him are all exceptional.

As she sang, she thought about the message Chen Xiao had sent her that morning, telling her to be careful. It turned out he cared about her. Her already sweet voice became even sweeter as she sang.

Chen Xiao, far away in Jiangzhou, was not asleep at the moment. He was watching the big screen in his office, which was showing the live concert footage that Hassan had arranged to send over.

As the final fireworks display unfolded against the backdrop of Table Mountain, she bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle and said in Afrikaans, "Ek sal julle onthou (I will remember you)," before placing the microphone to her lips—a final a cappella performance that became a sacred hymn in the Cape Town night sky.

It's finally over, but Chen Xiao's heart is still heavy; the real test may have just begun.

At such a grand concert, even if Qiao Tao had the guts, he wouldn't dare to cause trouble. If he were to make a move, it would likely be when Li Zhi'en left.

Fortunately, all the personnel from the Blue Star Guardian branch were in place, and a Mercedes-Benz S600 armored vehicle was deployed.

Hopefully, Qiao Tao won't do anything irrational, otherwise he'll show this miner what true wrath is.

Lee Ji-eun was no stranger to Blue Star Guardians. She had used this security company for her security work in Seoul last time, and it was from then on that she knew that this company undertook all of Junxiao Group's security business.

This time, Chen Xiao arranged for Blue Star Guardians to come and protect her again, and she felt as sweet as honey in her heart.

I sent a message to Chen Xiao:

[Lee Ji-eun: My concert just ended, and you're already dreaming right now. I miss you so much, I really want to be in your dream right now and be with you.]

After sending the message, she prepared to put her phone away, but the bodyguards from Blue Star Guard were already waiting for her in the back.

hum~
Her phone rang, and when she picked it up, she was surprised to find that he hadn't rested yet.

[Chen Xiao: I don't like dreaming. You'd better leave Cape Town as soon as possible. Once you get to Jiangzhou, I can keep you bedridden for three days.]

He actually cares about me and hasn't slept yet. Lee Ji-eun suddenly smiled, but there were clearly tears welling up in her eyes.

She initially thought Chen Xiao was only after her body and her celebrity status, as many wealthy men enjoy being with celebrities to satisfy their curiosity.

I only realized today how much Chen Xiao cares about me. Maybe it's just his personality, and perhaps he's like that with every woman he's with.

But Lee Ji-eun was touched; it was different from what she had imagined before.

She regretted it. The reason she didn't listen to Chen Xiao's advice to cancel the concert was that canceling it without a reason would offend the organizer and she would have to pay a large amount of liquidated damages.

More importantly, she was afraid of upsetting her fans; she would rather take the risk herself than see her fans upset.

If she knew Chen Xiao was worried about her, things would be different. In order not to worry him, she could only make her fans sad.

[Lee Ji-eun: I'll be back right away. You should get some sleep. I'll text you after I leave.]

The female bodyguard handed her warm honey water, whispering, "The temperature difference between day and night is significant in South Africa, please don't catch a cold." She glanced down and saw a scar on the other woman's wrist—a medal from her service in Iraq.

"Thank you!"

Escorted by several bodyguards, he and his assistant team arrived outside, where the Blue Star Guardians' security team was already on high alert—the Blue Star dragon emblem on their black tactical uniforms gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

The bodyguard opened the heavy door of the bulletproof Mercedes for her. After she got in, the female bodyguard got into the passenger seat, and several security vehicles followed, leaving the stadium together. They had driven less than 3 kilometers when three modified pickup trucks suddenly sped out from a side alley, the screech of tires piercing the night. The windows rolled down, revealing red turbans belonging to a local gang, gun barrels pointed directly at her vehicle. "Stop!"

Lee Ji-eun's expression changed; this was the first time in her life she had experienced such a scene.

"Teacher Ji-eun, don't be afraid, we'll handle it."

The female bodyguard remained calm and composed. "One group will provide crossfire, the other will escort the vehicle. Let's continue to the airport."

Lee Ji-eun turned around and saw through the rear windshield several Asian bodyguards wearing tactical vests accurately shooting out the tires of the SUV from behind with short bursts of MP5 submachine guns.

After traveling for a while, just when she thought the danger was over, more than twenty motorcyclists suddenly rushed out from the depths of the alley ahead, and stray bullets from AK-47s shattered the streetlights.

The scene was pitch black, with only car headlights piercing the darkness. She saw a dense group of motorcyclists blocking the road ahead, each carrying a submachine gun.

"It's over. Does this mean I'll never see him again?"

At this moment, she calmed down and recalled the scenes of how she met him: at the concert, he scratched his palm with his fingers; at the hotel, Yan Yue tricked her into going to his room to discuss an endorsement deal; in his office, she asked him to dance for her; and then she accompanied him on a trip to South Korea.

I took out my phone and typed a message: "Goodbye, my love!"

It wasn't sent out yet; it was sent at the last minute.

The bulletproof Mercedes had been forced to stop. Lee Ji-eun saw the Blue Star Guardians members in the security vehicles behind quickly step forward to form a riot shield formation, surrounding the Mercedes like an iron barrel.

Is it a desperate struggle?
There are so many people on the other side, and they look like a dark mass, with more and more people seemingly joining in. Can our dozen or so people handle this?

Under the headlights of the Mercedes, the line on the other side parted, and a middle-aged Asian man stepped out, holding a megaphone: "Ms. Lee Ji-eun, please come down, let's have a friendly conversation."

"Miss Ji-eun, don't worry about him. We just need to stall for time. Reinforcements will be here soon."

Is there reinforcements? Lee Ji-eun suddenly felt hopeful again. Who wouldn't want to live if given the chance? This world is so beautiful, with people they love and people who love them.

The voice from the loudspeaker came through again: "Ms. Lee Ji-eun, I have no ill intentions. I just want to have a proper talk with Chen Xiao, and I need your cooperation."

He seemed to think the victory was already in the bag. This Lee Ji-eun had been rumored to be dating the boss of Junxiao Group.

After being humiliated by Chen Xiao, she was thinking about how to get revenge when she heard about Lee Ji-eun's world tour concert in Cape Town. It was like a pillow being delivered to someone who was sleepy.

God is on my side, Chen Xiao. This time I'll make you kneel down and beg me!
Lee Ji-eun gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, her nails almost digging into her palms. Her throat tightened, and in the quiet car, she could hear her own rapid heartbeat.

He actually tried to use himself to threaten Chen Xiao? No way!

She remembered Chen Xiao telling her on the phone that morning, "Don't worry, I'll arrange for someone to protect you," but now, she had become his weakness. What if he used her to threaten him into giving in and getting hurt...?

"No, we absolutely cannot let him be implicated!"

The female bodyguard turned around and comforted her, "Miss Ji-eun, just ignore him. He'll understand what a steel torrent is in a moment."

Qiao Tao waited for a few minutes without receiving a response, and became somewhat impatient. He waved his hand, signaling his men to rush forward.

Several tattooed, burly men charged at him, wielding machetes, but were instantly felled by a bodyguard from the Blue Star Guard with a single blow to the throat, followed by a dagger severing the tendons in one of their hands. Blood splattered everywhere, and Lee Ji-eun's face turned deathly pale.

Qiao Tao's face was grim. It seemed that he wouldn't gain any advantage with cold weapons. He hadn't expected the security team on the other side to be so agile. He began to retreat, trying to hide in the protective enclosure so that he could use firearms and avoid being injured by stray bullets.

While retreating, he said through a megaphone: "I advise you to give up your futile resistance. In Cape Town, no one can refuse me."

Then, a roaring sound broke the silence.

Four armed helicopters flew in from a distance, hovering at treetop level, their rotors kicking up dust that obscured half the sky. The motorcyclists on Qiao Tao's side had barely looked up when they were already being targeted by 30mm cannons.

The helicopters deployed in a "claw" formation, their air-to-ground missiles, mounted under their stub wings, gleaming coldly in the moonlight. In the thermal imager, the militants moved uneasily backward in the infrared field of view, like a swarm of startled rats.

"Oh my God, what is that?"

Qiao Tao looked in the direction of the sound:

Hundreds of drones, each the size of a water bottle, poured out of the transport capsule, weaving a deadly network with variable speeds of 20 meters per second.

They are automatically grouped: the reconnaissance type hovers to mark high-value targets, while the attack type dives and detonates a warhead with pre-formed steel ball fragments that can cover a radius of 15 meters.

Qiao Tao's expression changed drastically; this was like a modern army.

Helicopter searchlights illuminated the streets like daytime. A deafening Afrikaans warning blared from a loudspeaker: "Surrender immediately! This is an ultimatum!"

The group of motorcyclists around Qiao Tao threw down their weapons, squatted down, and covered their heads, having lost all courage to resist.

"What the hell is this force that can mobilize local armed forces and have these 'swarm' drones? How did they end up here?"

This is like the Industrial Age fighting the Stone Age! It's fucking bullying!

As for surrendering, what the hell? If he were caught, he doubted he'd even survive. There were bloodshed here every day; he'd been through too much over the years.

"run!"

At this point, the other side doesn't know who the leader is, so he has a chance to escape. But once he surrenders, he's definitely doomed.

A large group of motorcyclists scattered and fled in all directions. Fortunately, the drone swarm only fired a few shots before stopping the pursuit. Presumably, the other side realized that things had gotten out of hand and the situation would be difficult to control.

Qiao Tao was covered in cold sweat on his way out. He never thought that this was Chen Xiao's man. If he could mobilize such a powerful force in Cape Town, what was the point of playing with him?

But what's going on today? How can a celebrity mobilize such a powerful force?

Lee Ji-eun was also stunned by this scene. The female bodyguard in the co-pilot pressed her earpiece with one hand and pointed out the window with the other—four armed helicopters hovered in combat formation, their machine guns locked onto the fleeing rioters.

When she turned to Lee Ji-eun and spoke, the tactical scar on her throat vibrated with each syllable: "Miss Ji-eun, this is our person." Each word was like a hardened steel nail, hammering into the smoke of the cabin.

Blue Star Guardians escorted her to the airport, and four of their most elite bodyguards would escort her back to China.

Sitting in the first-class cabin of the plane, Lee Ji-eun recalled that night, which was more exciting than any of the gunfight movies she had ever filmed.

She didn't forget to let Chen Xiao know she was safe as soon as possible, and she soon received a reply from Chen Xiao.

[Chen Xiao: I know everything that happened over there. Take a nap on the plane, I'll pick you up from the airport tomorrow.]

There are no more direct flights from Cape Town to China; she will need to transfer, and she won't arrive in Jiangzhou until tomorrow evening.

Unexpectedly, Chen Xiao was still awake at this time, probably waiting for news of her safety. He was curled up in the airplane seat, feeling both touched and sweet.

[Lee Ji-eun: Yeah, you should go to sleep early too, I'll miss you.]

It was already 5 a.m. in Jiangzhou. Chen Xiao put down his phone and quickly fell asleep, while the absentee had completely enraged him.

It's hard to imagine what would have happened if the Blue Star Guardians hadn't already reached Cape Town, and if Hassan hadn't had such an extraordinary relationship with the local armed forces.

Furthermore, this incident also highlights the importance of private jets; given my current situation, two private jets probably wouldn't be enough.

Have Zhang Ziqian order a few more Gulfstream jets tomorrow, and we can also buy two used ones as backups.

Meanwhile, Hassan was discussing with the old Arab sheikh the Boeing 747 upgrade, which needed to be expedited. It was almost comparable to Air Force One, with a luxurious interior like a palace and a powerful defense system.

That night, Chen Xiao stayed at the company. The next day, when Zhang Ziqian went to work, she found her boss sleeping soundly. Knowing that he had stayed up late the night before, she quietly slipped out. Fortunately, no one would bother him with company matters, so she didn't have to protect him.

The boss left her a message last night, asking her to urge him to handle it, and that Hassan would be in charge.

Qiao Tao is a potentially huge threat, mainly because he is ruthless. This time it was Li Zhi'en, but who knows who might encounter him in the future? Such a threat must be eliminated quickly.

Therefore, the first thing Hassan was tasked with was to make Qiao Tao disappear without a trace. In that chaotic place, Hassan would surely have dozens of ways to do it. The difficulty of this task was that the boss required speed, and the Blue Star Guardians' local strength was not strong enough. They needed to find a good opportunity.

Another matter she was rushing to get done was the purchase of a private jet. After reading the boss's requirements, she wondered if she had misread them. This was about buying planes, not just showing off planes on a live stream. What was with the additional purchase of six more?

Buying them is easy, but keeping them is difficult.

But since the boss made the request, we had no choice but to comply. However, the boss required us to order four new aircraft and also acquire two second-hand ones for temporary use.

Even though it was secondhand, she knew Chen Xiao was a perfectionist and would only buy airplanes that were nearly brand new.

Zhang Ziqian has been spending money like water lately. First, she customized bulletproof cars. The two top-of-the-line Rolls-Royce Phantom bulletproof cars, according to her selected configurations, are each worth 8000 million yuan.

As she counted the money for the plane on her fingers, her face changed drastically. What kind of family could afford to buy a plane like it was a bicycle?

No, that's not right. Ordinary people wouldn't buy a bicycle like that.

This boss makes people with a monthly salary of 10 feel like beggars. (End of Chapter)