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

Zhang Ping had never mentioned that Han Xue was a leader at Tangtang, and Han Xue never put on airs in the dormitory. Everyone got along the same way as before.

It's just that Tang Tang and I have changed our mindset, and I've unconsciously developed a sense of awe towards her.

As soon as Zhang Ping finished speaking, Tang Tang sneered: "That was true before, but from this moment on, it's no longer true."

Zhang Ping was shocked and sat up abruptly in bed. "What do you mean?"

Tang Tang said quietly, "The company sent out an email saying that Han Xue has been dismissed."

Zhang Ping had no idea what the email contained, let alone that it was Tang Tang's interpretation. However, from the perspective of Junxiao Hotel Management Group, she had indeed been dismissed and no longer held any position.

"what?"

Her phone fell to the floor with a "thud," her fingertips trembling uncontrollably, knocking over a glass on the bedside table. The glass shattered, water splashing onto her silk nightgown, the chill seeping into her skin, but she felt nothing.

Her cheeks turned deathly pale instantly, even the lingering bright pink lipstick on her lips looked out of place. "How could this happen? Why did this happen?"

"I called her and asked where she was?"

Han Xue was dismissed from her post and hadn't returned home yet, so Zhang Ping got out of bed to call her.

Tangtang continued, "That's why I said I can compete with her now."

Zhang Ping snorted coldly, disliking Tang Tang's gloating attitude, and said in a cold voice, "Even if she's been dismissed, she has a boyfriend who dotes on her, and now she drives a Range Rover worth over 300 million yuan. What do you have to compare with her?"

"What, a Range Rover?" The last syllable split into a comical shrill tone, like the screeching of tires screeching under hard braking.

Zhang Ping sneered and dialed Han Xue's number.

"Xiaoxue, are you almost at the dorm? Okay, I'll wait for you there."

After hanging up the phone, Han Xue looked at Tang Tang with some suspicion. She heard that Han Xue's voice was not sad at all, but rather in a good mood. This was not like someone who had been dismissed. She herself was not as happy when she was promoted and received a raise.

"Tangtang, don't mention this when Han Xue comes back later."

Although Han Xue was in a good mood, it was still just a phone call. What if she was just pretending to be happy? Zhang Ping reminded Tang Tang not to mention it, just in case she was faking it and would be upset if she found out.

The dormitory door made a sound, and knowing that Han Xue had returned, Zhang Ping quickly sat up straight, pretending to be looking at documents.

Tang Tang peeked out and saw Han Xue come in: "Assistant Han."

Han Xue, unsuspecting, smiled slightly and said, "Tang Tang, I've told you so many times not to use titles in the dormitory. Besides, I'm no longer the chairman's assistant."

Huh? She actually admitted it so openly?
This was something neither Tang Tang nor Zhang Ping dared to imagine. Zhang Ping couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Xue, what are you going to do next?"

Han Xue walked to her seat, put down her Chanel bag, and said calmly, "I've left Junxiao Hotel Group to work at a supermarket."

Tang Tang and Zhang Ping exchanged a glance; their thoughts were completely different.

Zhang Ping felt sorry for Han Xue.

The supermarket channel is now obsolete and has no future. Dongjian Trading never considers leasing out supermarket areas when opening stores. It seems Han Xue's career development is facing problems. Fortunately, she has a very capable boyfriend; I wonder if he can help her.
Tang Tang suddenly felt that she was about to become the best-performing student in the dormitory again.

{Han Xue actually went to work at a supermarket! When I was initially looking for a job, I learned that the management there only earns around 10,000 yuan a month, and the entry-level employees only make a few thousand yuan. How could she accept that?}
Zhang Ping suddenly realized that Han Xue was now unemployed, so would the housing situation change?

"Han Xue, I'm planning to rent a place now. What about you?"

"Oh, when are you moving out?"

Tang Tang then leaned out and said, "I'll wait a few days. Renting a place is too much trouble, so I plan to buy an apartment right away and live there for now. Han Xue, what about you? Have you saved enough money from working these past few months to buy an apartment?"

"Oh, no, even if you have enough, you can't buy more. You need to keep some money in reserve, because your next job won't pay that much."

She always says things that seem like she cares, but they always make people feel uncomfortable. Han Xue knows her; she's not a good person, and she's just too competitive.

"I'm moving out tomorrow too."

{So fast? Then she must be renting too. Hmph, looks like I, Tang Tang, will be the first to buy a house.}
But she still deliberately asked, "Oh, Han Xue, you've bought a house?"

Zhang Ping glared at her, about to say, "Are you kidding me?"

But Han Xue calmly replied, "Yes, I'll be moving in tomorrow."

silence--

The dormitory was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

Zhang Ping was happy for her and quickly came to her senses: "Han Xue, how about I visit your new house after get off work tomorrow to celebrate your housewarming? Tang Tang, do you have time?"

"Me? Okay, let's go together."

{I'd like to see what kind of house Han Xue bought. Probably some small apartment with a 40-year leasehold, huh? I'll save up for two months, then ask my family for a little extra, and I'll buy a big apartment. I'll show you what real power looks like! I, Tang Tang, won't settle for a run-down little place.}
Since Zhang Ping brought it up, Han Xue couldn't refuse. This roommate was a nice person, so after thinking for a moment, she said, "Okay, let's have dinner together tomorrow night."

Although it's called a move, it's really just some daily necessities. In the past, Han Xue could have taken them all by herself in a few trips.

Now, she didn't need to lift a finger; her two female assistants ran up and down the stairs and moved everything in no time.

In Jindi Xiushan Yin, He Qing lives on the third floor, while Zhang Ziqian bought another apartment on the third floor and two apartments on the fourth floor.

Han Xue and Gao Yue live on the fourth floor. When she bought the house, she thought to herself that the boss was really good now. He wasn't satisfied with just two in a row, and he had started playing three in a row.

28th Floor, Yunfeng Building

Wang Ping stayed in He Qing's office. "I heard that Zhang Ziqian bought three more apartments in your building."

While reviewing the documents, He Qing casually asked, "How did you know?"

“I ran into the same marketing director from last time when I went to the sales office yesterday. He mentioned it casually.”

"Oh."

He Qing didn't take it seriously. She bought it anyway, and she could guess that Chen Xiao might have asked him to buy it. The eighth floor of that house was also for his woman to live in. As for which woman, she didn't know. Chen Xiao didn't say, and she wouldn't ask.

But the emperor wasn't worried, but the eunuch was. Wang Ping leaned close to her and asked, "Oh dear, aren't you curious about who that house is for?"

He Qing put down her Montblanc pen, stood up from behind the counter, and sat down on the circular sofa: "What are your thoughts?"

Wang Ping followed her over and sat down to her left: "You also bought a set on that floor, do you think it was for me?"

He Qing put her hand to her forehead. "My God, Pingping, do you need a house?"

Wang Ping nodded vigorously, "Of course."

He Qing sighed and said earnestly, "Pingping, what's yours will always be yours, and what's not yours is useless to think about. Don't spend all your time on this. You'd be better off thinking about how to improve yourself."

She didn't believe that Chen Xiao bought a house on the same floor as hers just for Wang Ping. He still wasn't willing to accept her, so why would he think of her?

"Can't I just think about it and daydream?"

She was used to being with He Qing, and they talked about everything. He Qing glared at her and said, "Daydreaming? Even daydreaming is just a dream."

"By the way, is Uncle He coming to Jiangzhou tonight?"

He Qing nodded, "Why don't you call and ask Junxiao Lakeside Hotel to reserve a few rooms?"

Mr. He came here mainly because several members of his club wanted to have a get-together. They had gathered many times in Chongqing, a small city, but it wasn't very interesting, so they arranged to come to Jiangzhou.

There was another matter on this trip. When we were having dinner in Chongqing, He's father had a friend, Mr. Han, who was quite particular about his conduct. He Qing learned that he was in charge of the canteen business that day, and she had some thoughts about it.

Mr. Han wants to move into Junxiao Plaza, which is just a matter of He Qing's word. However, she is not prepared to help him move into Junxiao Plaza because Junxiao Plaza has its own standards for attracting tenants. If all the tenants are people with connections and do not fit the brand positioning of Junxiao Plaza, it will affect the image of the mall.

She was thinking that since she had donated so many Hope Primary Schools, there might even be a middle school in the future.

Every school needs a canteen. Unlike public schools, which charge students for meals, the canteen at Hope Primary School is run by the Junxiao Charity Foundation, as most of the children there come from impoverished families.

Spending money is a small matter; the key is to ensure the quality of the cafeteria food. That day, General Manager Han mentioned that he had been running a cafeteria business, so He Qing took notice.

When she returned home, she told her father about her thoughts. When he learned that his daughter was now in charge of a large charitable foundation and spent 50 billion yuan every year, he almost had a "Fan Jin passing the imperial examination" moment. Fortunately, he already knew that his daughter was doing very well and had laid a certain foundation for this.

If He Qing had achieved what he has now when he first came to Jiangzhou, he would have gone mad.

Mr. He is very supportive and proud of He Qing's career because his daughter is kind-hearted and has been loving since she was a child, making her the perfect candidate for this kind of work.

He also agreed that the quality of food in the canteens of these Hope Primary Schools needed to be strictly controlled. He thought it was worth a try to let Mr. Han do this. After getting to know Mr. Han for so many days, regardless of his character, he could feel that this person still had a moral bottom line.

Therefore, when Mr. Han proposed the gathering, Mr. He invited them to Jiangzhou, partly for the gathering itself, and partly to introduce Mr. Han to He Qing and discuss the cooperation separately. However, Mr. He hasn't discussed it with Mr. Han yet, and he doesn't know what He Qing's needs are, so he simply asked Mr. Han to come to Jiangzhou himself for a face-to-face meeting.

At the gatherings of Mr. He's club, the host is usually on a rotating basis. In the past, when they invited him, Mr. He was unwilling to participate, mainly because he didn't have the money. When others treated him, a meal and drinks would cost at least 20,000 yuan. So when it was his turn, he naturally couldn't be any less generous.

Besides owning a Maybach S680 to show off, he had no income each month, so he wouldn't dare to spend like that. Therefore, he never accepted invitations from others.

The crab hotpot business at Yucheng Junxiao Plaza is now incredibly lucrative. Knowing his daughter's current wealth, he not only dared to attend these gatherings, but also took the initiative to ask him to organize one this time.

No matter what, we can't lose face. What if one day others find out that he is the father of the general manager of Junxiao Charity Foundation, yet he is still so stingy? Wouldn't that be embarrassing for my daughter?

Remembering his last trip to Jiangzhou, where his daughter had arranged excellent accommodations and meals, he asked He Qing to book there for him. However, to save money during the trip, he insisted that He Qing control the cost of his meals. He even asked He Qing how much that meal had cost last time.
He Qing knew exactly what he was thinking: he wanted to check the prices so they wouldn't exceed the budget. After all, it was a six-star hotel, and the price ceiling was too high.

He Qing smiled and said, "Since I'm here, I don't need to pay anything."

She has a Diamond VIP card from Junxiao Hotel Group, which covers all expenses. Even if she doesn't use it, it's not like she can't afford to spend money now.

Or you could just make a phone call and offer to pay for the meal for free. She's Chen Xiao's woman now, so it doesn't matter whether she pays or not when she's spending money.

If Chen Xiao, with his wealth, were still agonizing over this, he would be being pretentious.

Wang Ping called and booked six deluxe king rooms. Only six people came this time, mainly because it was Mr. He's first time hosting a banquet, and he didn't invite people he didn't know well or didn't quite approve of.

"It's already booked. Uncle He can just go to the front desk and check in with his ID."

He Qing nodded. "After they arrive at the hotel, please arrange to pick them up and bring them here so that we can discuss the canteen contracting for some of our donation projects with President Han in person."

On the highway from Chongqing to Jiangzhou, a Maybach S680 led the way, followed closely by five Mercedes-Benz S-Class sedans. Each car had a sticker on its rear end reading "[Flying Spur 01]" up to "06".

"Flying Speed" is the name of their club, and there were a total of 6 cars on this trip.

While driving in the second car, Mr. Han was talking to someone in another car via Bluetooth.

"Old Han, it seems that General Manager He is planning to treat us to a Jiangzhou feast today. The address he gave us is Junxiao Huanhu Hotel, which is the only 6-star hotel in our Hanjiang Province."

Mr. Han's heart skipped a beat. It was another project of Junxiao Group. Thinking about the various preferential policies that Mr. He received for the crab hotpot at Junxiao Plaza in Chongqing, he became even more convinced that Mr. He must have a relationship with senior management of Junxiao Commercial Management or a senior executive of Junxiao Group.

Then I thought of the Rolls-Royce Phantom convoy from that day. Mr. He's daughter actually gets that kind of treatment; I wonder what her identity is. Oh well, I'll stop thinking about it for now. Once I get to know Mr. He better, everything will be revealed.

"Old Jiang, what kind of person is Mr. He? It's his first time making arrangements, so it can't be bad. Do you think everyone is like us, just doing small-scale things?"

"Oh, Mr. He, what's your background? It seems you know some inside information that we don't. All I know so far is that Mr. He has invested in a catering project."

"You mean the one in Junxiao Plaza? Let me tell you, do you believe that a 200-square-meter store can earn 600 million yuan a year?"

"I believe you—" "I believe you for a second. These days, if you can make 60 yuan a year, that's considered a good business."

Mr. Han sneered, “So you can’t compare people. Mr. He’s shop, with an investment of less than 60, made a net profit of 600 million in a year. That’s a 1000% return on investment.”

"Old Han, you're telling a story."

"Old Jiang, believe it or not, I'm only telling you this because you're my brother. I've never told anyone else this."

A long silence fell over the other end: "Old Han, I believe you. We all know that President He is a man of few words, but we didn't expect him to be so shrewd in business. I'm just wondering how he did it."

"Alright, we're driving on the highway now, I'll stop here. I'll tell you all about it later."

"Holy crap, you're really keeping us in suspense."

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Han realized he couldn't afford to be distracted while driving on the highway. He had almost crashed into the back of the Maybach S680 in front of him. If he had actually hit it, and something had happened to Mr. He, forget about maintaining the relationship; his family would probably have torn him to pieces.

The club's convoy drove into the outdoor parking lot of Junxiao Lakeside Hotel. After getting out of the car, General Manager Han quickly ran over to meet General Manager He and offered to help him carry his suitcase.

Back in Chongqing, driving a Mercedes-Benz S320 was considered a luxury car, but after coming here, I found Rolls-Royces, Bentleys, and all sorts of sports cars. Suddenly, I felt like a complete country bumpkin.

Once everyone had arrived, Mr. He led the way, followed by Mr. Han carrying his suitcase, and the others followed in turn into the hotel lobby.

"Give me your IDs, I'll go get the room key."

President Han quickly replied, "I'll go, I can handle this."

Mr. He didn't stand on ceremony with him and handed him his ID. Mr. Han then collected the IDs of the other people and went to the front desk.

"Hello, this is a room booked by a Ms. Wang, 6 rooms available."

When the receptionist heard that Ms. Wang had booked six rooms, she immediately put on a professional smile, took her ID, and said, "Sir, please wait a moment, we will check you in shortly."

While waiting, Mr. Han kept an eye on the room prices behind the front desk. These prices weren't fixed; they would increase if rooms were in short supply.

When he saw that the price of the business suite was 15888 today, he rubbed his eyes and thought to himself, "Business suites are so expensive."

I glanced at the regular double room again; it was 5888.
He thought to himself, "Mr. He should have booked three standard rooms. Six rooms are too expensive. Maybe we should all pay for the rooms and he can cover the meals."

At this moment, the receptionist took six room keys and handed them over with both hands: "Sir, please keep these safe. These are the room keys for six business suites."

Mr. Han was taken aback. A business suite? He was immediately alarmed. "Are you sure? Isn't this supposed to be a regular double room?"

"If I remember correctly, Mr. Wang called and instructed that there should be six business suites."

This "General Manager Wang" naturally refers to Wang Ping. Despite her low rank, many people treat her with great respect whenever she does things for He Qing.

Mr. Han quickly asked again, "Is there a discount?"

The receptionist smiled and said, "Sir, this is the room Mr. He booked. It's free; it's an internal accounting adjustment within the group."

Mr. He ordered it, so it doesn't cost money?

Mr. Han returned with a thoughtful expression, while Mr. He became even more mysterious.

While Mr. He was on the phone, Mr. Han handed out the room keys. "We can enjoy ourselves tonight. Mr. He booked a business suite for us at 15888 per night."

Everyone was taken aback.

"Wow, that's quite a waste. It's just for one night."

“Yes, how can we let Mr. He spend so much? Let's pay for his accommodation later.”

President Han smiled mysteriously: "No need, it was arranged by President He. You can enjoy yourselves. If there's anything in Chongqing in the future, we'll be there to help. We hope President He will take us along so that we can stay in rooms like this when we go out on our own in the future."

Don't be fooled by the fact that they all drive Mercedes-Benz S-Class cars. With business so tough these days, they definitely wouldn't be willing to spend 15000 yuan on a room outside.

Just then, Mr. He returned after finishing his phone call. "Mr. Han, come out with me in a bit."

Then he said to the others, "You all must be tired from your journey. Go back to your rooms and rest for a while. Mr. Han and I are going out to discuss some matters. We'll be back tonight and have a good drink."

"Mr. Han, could you please leave my luggage at the front desk? I'll bring it up when I get back. The car is already at the door; let's go over there first."

Everyone turned to look outside the hotel lobby, where a Geely 009 had just come to a slow stop. A beautiful woman stepped out of the passenger seat; she had delicate features and a beautiful figure—it was Wang Ping.

Mr. Han recognized her; she was the beautiful woman who had sat on the other side of Mrs. He in Chongqing that day, and she seemed to be the person next to Mr. He's daughter.

Could it be that Mr. He asked him to go out with him so that he could meet his daughter, the young Mr. He who owns a fleet of Rolls-Royce Phantoms?
His heart suddenly started pounding. He understood what this meant; it seemed that President He considered him one of his own.

"Uncle He".

Wang Ping walked over gracefully to greet He's father, and at the same time nodded to President Han, but with a slightly condescending air.

Having spent more time with Chen Xiao, Wang Ping now looks down on other men and unconsciously adopts a condescending attitude.

President Han sensed it, but didn't mind; in fact, he thought it was perfectly normal.

The automatic doors of the Glorious 009 opened, and Wang Ping let He's father get in first. She got in from the other side, while President Han naturally sat in the passenger seat.

This was Mr. He's first time visiting Yunfeng Building. To be honest, he didn't even know what his daughter did before, let alone where she worked.

Although this building is not as high-end as Junxiao Huanhu CBD, it was one of the most luxurious office buildings in Jiangzhou back then, mainly because of its good location, close to Bailuhu Lake, and its high-end hardware facilities. It's just a pity that it's not tall enough.

Upon reaching the 28th floor, Wang Ping lightly touched the access control sensor area with her fingertip. The electronic lock beeped softly, and the glass door slid open silently. The Junxiao Charity Foundation's logo had a matte finish in the entryway.

Junxiao? These two words made his pupils shrink sharply—this was the charitable foundation under the Junxiao Group.

So, Mr. He's daughter is working here?
When Wang Ping led them to the general manager's office, General Manager Han felt his back was soaked with sweat. He never expected that General Manager He's daughter was such an important person.

This is the core unit of Junxiao Group. (End of Chapter)