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

Chapter 450 The "Big Boss" is Quite Intimidating
As the bright sun bathed the gilded signboard at the restaurant entrance in golden light, He Jie turned on her phone for the third time—11:47. Her cousin, He Qing, should be arriving soon. She heard Gu Zhang's leather shoes tapping impatiently on the marble floor beside her.

My uncle and aunt had already gone in. He Jie asked Gu Zhang to go in and talk to my uncle. He came out again to move some wine. My uncle brought over the Moutai that my cousin had brought back last time.

However, today I'm wearing Feitian Moutai, not the 50-year-old Moutai.

While Gu Zhang was moving the wine, he accompanied He Jie to wait downstairs.

"No way?" Gu Zhang suddenly stubbed out his cigarette.

"What do you mean, 'no way'?"

As He Jie finished speaking, a deep engine hum came from afar, like the suppressed panting of a beast. A Rolls-Royce Phantom, entirely black, its Spirit of Ecstasy hood ornament gleaming coldly in the sunlight. He Jie's pupils contracted slightly—the car window rolled down half an inch, revealing a profile illuminated by a diamond earring—it was He Qing, whom she hadn't seen in a long time.

The convoy came to a stop as smooth as black silk. The driver, dressed in a tuxedo, jogged to the car door, which opened silently and stopped precisely at a 12-degree angle. When He Qing's high heels touched the red carpet, the silky sheen of her dress flowed like liquid gold.

"Xiao Jie".

At this moment, Wang Ping came down from the other side.

The two of them finally came to their senses, exchanged a glance, and simultaneously understood what the other was thinking: "Wow, this is incredible, riding in a Rolls-Royce, with bodyguards, this is definitely the setup of a high-class family."

Gu Zhang and He Jie greeted the two of them, and then the group went to the private room together. Gu Zhang carried a case of Moutai liquor to the back.

Upon arriving at the private room, Mr. and Mrs. He were overjoyed to see their daughter, but also deeply moved.

The saying "When one person attains enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven" is truly apt. Before, the family struggled to make ends meet, but now that their daughter is doing well, she not only drives a Porsche 911 herself but also bought the family a Maybach S680.

Not to mention that, last time I came back, my daughter easily got into Junxiao Plaza, which others struggled to enter, by opening a crab hot pot restaurant for herself.

Whether it's with brand owners or with shopping malls, including every aspect of the decoration process, they have provided support that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

Sure enough, after only 10 days of opening, the turnover has already exceeded 50 yuan. This is mainly due to the 20 yuan in sales in the first three days of opening. But even if we calculate based on the turnover in the stable period, it will exceed one million yuan per month.

The store was opened in Mr. He's name, and the bank account for receiving payments was also his. Mr. He had never seen 50 yuan in his life. Now, seeing the payment information and balance reminders every day, he straightens his back, speaks with a strong voice, and has transformed from a timid old man into someone with the air of a Confucian businessman.

Now when I go out to dance in the square at night, I get surrounded by a group of old ladies; I'm quite popular.

They sat down and chatted for a while, mainly about the crab hotpot shop, which was what Wang Ping wanted to hear the most, as she was a partner in the shop and owned 49% of the shares.

When she learned that her monthly profit was now over 500,000, she suddenly felt a bit stuffy in the room, her silk shirt clinging to her back. She unconsciously bit her lower lip. Just two months ago, she was still worrying about the monthly rent and the living expenses she had to send back to her hometown.

Now, he can receive a profit of about 25 yuan every month. He lowers his head to drink water, and in the reflection of his water glass, the corner of his mouth is twitching at a strange frequency—as if he is about to laugh, or as if he is about to cry.

Gu Zhang went to open the bottle, and He Qing said, "Dad, if you want to drink, then drink some. I'll have someone drive the car back for you."

Mr. He was unaware that He Qing had come with such a large entourage, so of course he couldn't figure out who she meant by having someone drive it back.

"Then I'll have a drink. It's rare for you to come back."

Feeling guilty after her father's words, she realized that before she and Chen Xiao got together, she would come back to visit him almost every month, but now, or rather in the future, it would be hard to guarantee that.

The work has just begun, and there isn't much to do yet. However, as the charity foundation's influence grows, the amount of work that needs to be handled will increase, making it more difficult to come back often.

Perhaps sensing his daughter's guilt, Mr. He smiled and said, "It's alright, I have a car now, I can drive to Jiangzhou to see you anytime."

Mother He also said, "Your father is right. It's a good opportunity for the two of us to go to Jiangzhou for a visit."

He Qing's mood immediately improved. Although she knew that her parents were just comforting her, they were getting old and didn't really want to go to big cities. They preferred the slower pace of life in small towns, which were suitable for retirement.

When the food was served, Mrs. He kept putting food on their plates. Wang Ping, Gu Zhang, and He Jie were all included, keeping the old lady very busy.

Dudu~
There was a knock on the door. I thought it was a waiter, but it turned out to be a middle-aged man around 50 years old. As soon as he entered the room, he said loudly, "Old He, I saw your car outside, so I knew you were here."

Mr. He stood up and greeted him with a smile, "President Qin!"

President Qin looked around and guessed that they were all He's father's younger relatives. He couldn't help but take a few more glances at He Qing. He Qing was now young, beautiful, fashionable and trendy. With her experience as the general manager of Junxiao Charity Foundation, she had gradually developed the aura of a workplace elite. She stood out among the crowd and her extraordinary qualities were immediately apparent.

"Old He, is this a family dinner?"

Mr. He nodded and said, "It's my daughter, my niece, and their friends."

Mr. Qin was someone Mr. He had just met. Ever since Mr. He got this Maybach S680, he had joined the Mercedes-Benz S-Class Club in Chongqing.

Moreover, he was respected by many people in the club. After all, being able to drive a Maybach S680 was something only people in Chongqing could do, which was quite impressive. Although this little old man looked unremarkable and was said to be unemployed, no one dared to underestimate him.

Gradually, Mr. He became the top boss in the club, and before him, the top boss of the club was President Qin.

Mr. Qin is a local construction and decoration contractor in Chongqing. He does renovations for public rental housing and low-rent housing in some areas. He made a lot of money when the real estate market was booming a few years ago. His car is a Mercedes-Benz S600, which is the most luxurious car in Chongqing.

The real estate market has been sluggish in the past two years, and Mr. Qin's business has also declined. However, he still cares about his reputation, and he often tries to compete with Mr. He's father for attention at the club.

In fact, Mr. He didn't want to compete with him at all. It was mainly because his Maybach S680 was too eye-catching. Many club members wanted to consult this big shot about anything.

The only regret is that this expert is very humble. When asked questions by many people, he would say, "I'm sorry, I don't know anything about it."

The more low-key and mysterious you are, the better. If you drive a Maybach S680 and say you don't know anything about cars, you're just fooling people.

Now, clubs invite him almost every day for tea or fishing, so Mr. He's life is quite fulfilling.

Mr. Qin came over and had a drink with Mr. He. Looking at the Moutai on the table, he thought to himself, "They drink Moutai at family gatherings, which means they have a lot of Moutai at home."

"Old He, I heard you recently opened a small restaurant?"

This was also told to members of the club that they had been trying to arrange for Mr. He to go out for tea and fishing in the past few days, but they were sometimes unable to get an appointment.

After several attempts to arrange a meeting, someone finally couldn't resist asking what Mr. He was busy with.
He explained that he ran a small restaurant and would only visit occasionally.

So many people in the club know that Lao He has made a small investment in the catering industry.

Mr. Qin wouldn't be interested in such a project; as a construction contractor, his annual revenue is much higher than that of a small restaurant.

In his mind, running a restaurant was tiring and troublesome, and business was not good these days. It was a tough and tiring job. He never expected that someone who drove a Maybach S680 would do this kind of business, so he felt a little disdainful.

Mr. He said, "Yes, it has only been open for a few days."

President Qin shook his head. "Old He, we're both getting on in years. Why would we do this kind of business? It's so hard work, and besides, how much money can we make? With our net worth, how could we possibly be interested?"

Mr. He was taken aback. "What's my net worth? Before opening the shop, my monthly income was less than 5000 yuan."

Mr. Qin continued talking to himself, "One of my younger brothers, who used to drive for me, opened a restaurant in Wansheng Plaza last year. He invested 200 million yuan, and after a year, he's losing money every month. If he closes the restaurant, all the money he spent on renovations and equipment is now practically worthless; if he doesn't close it, he's losing money every month and is starting to get depressed."

Given the current market conditions, I don't know what you were thinking, plunging headfirst into the restaurant industry.

Mr. Qin is not from the retail or catering industry, and he doesn't shop in malls much at his age. He is not very clear about the current situation of the merchants in Wansheng Plaza and Junxiao Plaza.

But Wansheng Group is a well-known company nationwide and was the first large shopping mall to enter Chongqing. So he subconsciously thought that if business was so difficult at Wansheng Plaza, where else could Lao He do it easily?

Mr. He smiled, not knowing how to explain, and besides, he couldn't explain it clearly, so he could only say perfunctorily, "It's already very good for me, and I don't have high ambitions."

President Qin was surprised that Old He, who drove a Maybach S680, was so low-key and didn't seem to have high aspirations. He looked down on him a little, thinking that Old He might have made a fortune by sheer luck and bought a luxury car to show off. He believed that Old He's actual abilities were probably inferior to his own.

Thinking of this, she looked at He's father with a condescending air and asked, feigning concern, "So, once you open this restaurant, will you be able to break even?"

Is that even a human question? President Qin isn't someone who can't speak properly, much less someone with such low emotional intelligence. The only reason he's asking Mr. He this is because it carries a hint of mockery. The younger generation at the table, who initially thought it was just two old friends chatting, suddenly realized something was amiss. President Qin, because he was talking to Mr. He, was standing behind He Qing and couldn't see her gradually cooling expression.

Mr. He also felt a little uncomfortable. When people heard that he had opened a shop, they usually offered their blessings and congratulations. Who would show such "concern"? He put down his wine glass and said lightly, "It's alright, I can make a little money."

Hearing that he could make a little money, President Qin was actually a little disappointed. He would have preferred to hear that business was bad and he was losing a lot of money, so that tomorrow the club would hear things like Old He opened a shop and was almost crying and losing money.

"As long as you can make a profit, that's fine. But you still need to be careful. In the catering industry, you can't say you're making money until you've recovered your costs. Even if you're making a profit every month on paper, it's because your heavy investments in decoration and equipment are amortized over several years. Once business declines, you'll start losing money before you've even recovered your investment costs. If you close the store then, all your heavy investments in decoration and equipment will be wasted. When you do the math, you've worked for nothing and even lost a lot of money."

To be honest, Mr. He didn't understand these things. He only knew that the costs were almost fully recovered in the first month of operation, so how could it not be profitable? What President Qin said was completely untrue.

Then there was another knock on the door. Pushing the door open, a fat man in his forties walked in.

As soon as he entered the room, he said loudly, "Mr. He, I saw your car. I've come over to offer you a toast. I hope I'm not disturbing you?"

"Oh, Mr. Qin is here too."

Needless to say, these are people from their club again.

Upon seeing the person who arrived, President Qin felt a pang of sadness. "You only saw President He's car, but you didn't see mine?"

The Maybach S680 is easy to recognize, but the Mercedes-Benz S600 is not, right?
This clearly shows that he values ​​Lao He more than himself. He immediately sneered and said, "I come here often. Maybe you, President Han, have high standards and haven't noticed me much."

Fatty Han was taken aback, wondering why President Qin would say such a thing, but he didn't take it too seriously. He looked at the people at the table, and then Father He introduced them again, saying they were all younger members of the family.

Mr. Han nodded to everyone and came over to Mr. He's father, saying, "Mr. He, let me offer you a toast."

Seeing how respectfully Mr. Han treated Mr. He, Mr. Qin felt a little jealous. When the real estate market was booming, he received many orders for work uniforms, and at that time, many people like Mr. Han surrounded him, hoping to get a share of the profits.

Now that there are fewer projects, it's difficult for him to even support his own team, so naturally there aren't many projects to distribute. He also has far fewer people around him, which is what disappoints him the most.

Seeing how President Han treats Lao He is very irritating.

He sneered, "Little Han, you really should have a couple more drinks with Old He. Now you're in the same line of work."

President Han didn't mind and chimed in, "That's right, I need to learn more from President He. If there's a chance, President He, please mentor the brothers."

Before Mr. He could speak, President Qin laughed, "Xiao Han, Lao He's catering business is nowhere near as big as yours. You want him to mentor you? It's hard to say who will mentor whom between you two."

Mr. Han filled his glass with wine. “Mr. Qin, I’d like to toast you too, but what you just said is wrong. Mr. He is new to the catering industry, while I’ve been doing it for over ten years. His current scale may not be as large as mine, but with Mr. He’s resources and vision, he will definitely be much bigger than me in the future. I’m betting on this in advance.”

Then, smiling, he said to Mr. He, "Anyway, you should take the younger brother under your wing whenever you have the chance."

He then briefly introduced himself, revealing that he was a cafeteria contractor, providing similar services in industrial parks, universities, and primary and secondary schools.

The economic downturn hasn't affected him much, but the competition is fiercer now. Some large catering groups have also increased their investment in this area, so Mr. Han is not only unable to expand his business, but he may also lose his existing contracted projects.

After speaking, he toasted He's mother separately, warmly calling her "sister-in-law," and showering her with auspicious words, which dispelled the bad mood caused by the unpleasant things that President Qin had just said.

President Han refilled his glass and said to the "juniors," "Come on, I'd like to toast all you beautiful ladies and handsome gentlemen. I wish you all the best in your work and hope you earn millions a year soon!"

The group had a good impression of him and had a drink with him. However, Wang Ping felt a little strange. "A million a year? Is that a blessing or a curse? He Qing's base salary is already 300 million a year. As for myself, if you include the profit sharing from the restaurant, it's far more than 100 million."

But of course she wouldn't blame President Han; those were just words of blessing. Besides, who would have thought that a few young people in their early twenties could earn millions a year?

After toasting everyone, Mr. Han didn't forget the purpose of his visit: to build a better relationship with Mr. He and strengthen communication in the future. He had a realization that to succeed, one must associate with people who are better than oneself, and Mr. He, who drove a Maybach S680, was naturally much better than him, who drove a second-hand Mercedes S320.

"Mr. He, I've heard that you've invested in the catering industry. With your keen eye, I'm sure your business will be booming and making a fortune every day, right?"

The younger generation ate their meal while listening intently to the conversation. They all thought that this President Han was much more pleasant to talk to, unlike that President Qin, who seemed concerned but secretly wished for their immediate bankruptcy.

Mr. He's attitude towards him was different from that of President Qin: "He's alright, better than I expected."

Mr. Qin found it somewhat jarring. If it was better than he had imagined, then it was beyond expectations. He stood aside and sneered, thinking to himself, "Every business is good in the early stages of opening, but it's hard to keep it going."

The young man he just mentioned had a restaurant in Wansheng Plaza that was like that. Business was good for the first month after opening, and the monthly profit was profitable. However, after six months of operation, the monthly profit started to fall, and the losses kept increasing, making it impossible to continue. Now, he's done the math: if he closes the store now, he'll only get back 200 million of the original 120 million he invested. That means he's lost 80 after all that hard work.

Mr. Qin believes and hopes that Mr. He's business will follow the same path.

But Mr. Han was different. Upon hearing this, his eyes lit up and he asked, "Mr. He, where do you run your catering business?"

Upon learning that it was at Junxiao Plaza, President Han became quite excited, his eyes shining brighter than the LED lights in the private room.

"Mr. He, when did you start negotiating with Junxiao Plaza? They've only been open for two months. It's amazing that you were able to get in at that time."

Junxiao Plaza in Chongqing was renamed after the acquisition of local property. At first, many people did not know what would happen after the acquisition. When Junxiao Plaza was in trial operation, General Manager Han went to see it and was shocked by the flow of customers and the marketing efforts of Junxiao Plaza. He knew that in the future, the commercial landscape of Chongqing would definitely be dominated by Junxiao Plaza.

Such a great project is one that many businesses are lining up to get into, and none of the existing businesses are willing to leave. Therefore, it is now extremely difficult to get a location in Junxiao Plaza.

Mr. He didn't know the situation inside either. As far as he knew, opening this shop was a spur-of-the-moment decision made by his daughter when she came to Chongqing last time. As for what difficulties were involved, he had no idea.

The store is now managed by a specially hired store manager, and Gu Zhang handles all the communication with the shopping mall. There are no complicated things to deal with with the mall now; they basically respond to every request.

President Han seemed very interested in this matter and wanted to learn more about it, while President Qin also wanted to listen and find out the truth about President He.

Aside from receiving the money, Mr. He knew nothing else. But Mr. Han seemed like a nice person and was eager to learn, so he called out, "Gu Zhang, why don't you explain the situation to Uncle Han?"

Then he apologized, saying, "I'm not familiar with the shop and mall matters; Gu Zhang is in charge of them. I'll have him come and explain."

Mr. Han quickly flattered, "That's right, that's right. A big boss like you certainly wouldn't pay attention to the details of a store."

Mr. He was amused: "I'm not a big boss, I'm just an old man who doesn't know anything."

President Han glanced at President Qin and thought to himself, "No wonder so many people in the club prefer to work with President He now. Look at his demeanor, so low-key. Unlike President Qin, whose business isn't doing so well now, he still puts on an arrogant attitude of being the best in the world, and he's hard to get close to."

When his uncle summoned him, Gu Zhang immediately ran over eagerly. He politely greeted President Han, but pretended not to see President Qin. The reason was that he had secretly noticed He Qing's unpleasant expression after President Qin's words, and he knew that President Qin was disliked by his cousin. Naturally, he had to be clear about his stance.

"Uncle Han, I'm basically managing things at the shop now. If you want to know anything, just ask me."

"Mr. Gu, when did you start discussing this project?"

They didn't look down on Gu Zhang because of his youth, but instead called him President Gu, which improved Gu Zhang's impression of him.

"Uncle Han, you can just call me Xiao Gu. We negotiated this store at the end of last month, and we moved in that same day, which is why we were able to open at the beginning of this month."

Mr. Han's long, slender fingers suddenly gripped the wine glass tightly, his knuckles turning white. He slowly focused his gaze, his pupils slightly contracting, a hint of disbelief in his voice: "To be decided on the same day?"

Gu Zhang knew why he was like this. He himself was quite frightened at the time. That was a project that everyone was lining up to get into. Many businesses would be considered lucky if they could get in after a year or two of negotiations. How could they negotiate and finalize the deal on the same day and then move in?

However, this is also due to the shop, which was pre-arranged for Chen Long to run a seafood restaurant, and the closing time had already been agreed upon with the previous owner.

Otherwise, no matter how fast it is, it will still take about a month. We need to coordinate with the supplier. We can't just notify them today and have them move out tomorrow.

After receiving Gu Zhang's prepared reply, President Han felt that his understanding had been overturned, but the fact that President He's restaurant had already opened proved what Gu Zhang had said.

Moreover, Mr. He's opening of a restaurant was indeed quite sudden; there was no trace of it until half a month ago.

Therefore, it is evident that Mr. He must have a powerful influence over Junxiao Plaza, and not just any powerful influence.

He sighed and said, "As expected of President He, I had been trying to package a food market project and had communicated with Junxiao Plaza several times, but to no avail."

(End of this chapter)