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

This explains why Junxiao Plaza provided so much support to Mr. He's project.

Even an outsider like him knows that the difference in rank between the general manager of a plaza project and the general manager of the Junxiao Charity Foundation is enormous.

Although they are not part of the same system, Mr. He certainly has influence; what does the support of one store matter?

He Qing rose from behind the large ebony desk, the cuffs of her silk shirt slipping down to reveal a glimpse of her expensive Patek Philippe watch on her wrist. Her high heels clicked silently on the Persian handmade carpet, yet in President Han's eyes, each step exuded a thunderous sense of oppression.

This was the first time He's father had ever seen such a luxurious office. Although President Han was trembling with nervousness, if He Qing weren't her biological father, he would be even more flustered than President Han at this moment.

"Mr. Han, please have a seat."

He Qing took her seat at the head of the circular sofa and invited the only guest, President Han, to sit down.

President Han sat down with his bottom slightly raised. The luxurious office did make him nervous, but what made him even more nervous was the name "Jun Xiao".

Junxiao Group is now the pride of the entire Hanjiang Province. As a businessman in Hanjiang Province, how could he not know the name of Junxiao Group? The person in front of him is the head of one of the business divisions under Junxiao Group, a position that is prestigious enough.

The secretary came in and served tea, all of which was fresh tea. This top-grade Houkui tea is not something that money can buy. Chen Xiao had given some last time, and He Qing rarely drinks green tea, so she brought it out today to entertain guests.

As the steam rises, the tea leaves float like emerald swords, their dark green leaves unfurling in the glass, echoing the indigo hues of Zhang Daqian's splashed-ink landscape painting in the office.

President Han picked up the glass, took a small sip, and sighed inwardly that this was the ultimate enjoyment for top-level figures.

"Mr. Han, I know you're having a dinner party later, so I'll keep it short. I have a business opportunity here, and I wonder if you'd be interested."

With a thud, Mr. Han, probably too nervous, slid off the sofa and knelt down. Before he could even get up, he shouted, "I'm willing to do it! I'm willing to do it! You say so, I'm willing to do it even if I don't make any money!"

Why did he try to get close to Mr. He? Wasn't it just to get into this circle?

Now he roughly realized that the most powerful person in the He family was this Miss He. As for why she was able to hold this position at the young age of 20, he dared not think about it; it was terrifying to contemplate.

She must have someone supporting her, but it seems unlikely to be her father, because along the way, he discovered that her father was also unfamiliar with this place.

So who is the person behind her? It goes without saying that she must have a very powerful man. How powerful must that man be to be able to help her get to this position?

Mr. Han is a smart man. He understood all of this, so when He Qing said there was business for him, he agreed to do it without hesitation. It was like a stroke of good luck. If he caught this wave, he would be rich beyond measure.

Mr. He gently helped him up and sat back down on the sofa, saying repeatedly, "Mr. He, I'm willing to do it."

Wang Ping chuckled to herself, thinking that this Mr. Han must have a pretty big business, so why was he so unsteady?

He Qing is becoming more and more composed, but she almost couldn't resist picking up her teacup, taking a sip, and concealing the smile in her eyes.

This premium Houkui tea has a clear, bright yellow liquor, tender, bright green leaves, and a fresh, mellow taste with a sweet aftertaste, reminiscent of the philosophical concept of "the taste of no taste is the ultimate taste."

I thought to myself, "He really knows how to enjoy life; everything he uses is top-of-the-line."

Suddenly I realized it had been a few days since I'd seen him, and I was starting to miss him terribly.

{However, Sister Xiangjun just got back, so let them enjoy some time alone together. I'll be patient a little longer.}
She had great respect for Zhao Xiangjun, and felt that even though Sister Xiangjun was favored by Chen Xiao, she was not jealous. Shouldn't such a woman be showered with love and affection? Anyone who tried to compete with her for favor was simply overestimating themselves.

Han was startled when he lost focus for a moment, thinking that He had changed her mind. He stared at He Qing with his eyes wide open, his heart pounding like a drum.

"Oh, sorry, I just thought of something else."

Mr. Han breathed a sigh of relief, and then she asked, "Mr. Han, we've entrusted you with the contract for the elementary school cafeteria. I wonder if you can handle it?"

He was full of confidence, "Mr. He, I'm a cafeteria contractor, this is my specialty, I guarantee I'll complete the task."

Knowing that he had misunderstood her meaning, He Qing smiled faintly and said, "I will be donating a number of Hope Primary Schools, with a planned investment of around 500 million yuan each. The foundation will also cover the costs of the school cafeterias in the future. I have only one requirement: the food must be safe to provide the best possible meals for these children."

She suddenly thought of the little girl from Chenxi Elementary School. In the few days since she returned, she had been dreaming of her bright, sparkling eyes, in which a flame of hope burned. He Qing could not let that flame go out no matter what.

"President He, please rest assured. Every Hope Primary School is a good deed. I will not betray those children for the sake of making money. Otherwise, wouldn't I be worse than an animal? Even if I made money, I would have a guilty conscience for the rest of my life."

"Mr. Han, what I'm worried about is whether you have enough manpower?"

With an investment of 500 million yuan, the Hope Primary School is a modern, high-end school. Even if the student population is small in the early stages, it is not a problem to add 200 students every year.

Even if there are only 200 students in the first year, He Qing plans to subsidize one lunch every day.

The subsidy is 20 yuan per day, so 200 students would receive 4000 yuan per day. Excluding holidays, the annual cost would be 100 million yuan.

With the addition of new students in the second and third years, the amount of this subsidy is still quite staggering.

At 20 yuan per person, that's enough to ensure the children's nutritional needs are met. Calculating the cost based on 2 meat dishes and 2 vegetable dishes, 10 yuan per person is sufficient, leaving enough profit margin for Mr. Han.

Mr. Han will naturally do the math; none of the canteens he currently manages have this profit margin.

The key is that he has to pay a lot of rent for contracting the canteen, while He Qing doesn't even charge him rent. Let alone having several primary schools, even if he only has one, his annual profit is still considerable.

He was so excited he almost knelt down again. "Mr. He, don't worry, even if there are three or five schools, I have enough manpower."

"Three to five? Is three to five the only scale you can handle?"

He Qing frowned slightly. If this was all the ability he had, then he would have to continue looking for partners.

President Han was stunned and looked up in disbelief. Could it be that there were more than just three or five seats?

He simply couldn't believe that a primary school could generate a net profit of around 50 yuan in its first year. If he had three to five such schools, he would be overjoyed, because the profit would double in the second year and continue to increase in the following years.

This is the goose that lays golden eggs. But judging from what Ms. He said, this is not just three or five schools. How many Hope Primary Schools can she invest in, each costing 500 million yuan?

It's important to understand that many foundations donate to primary schools, but it's all just for show, with donations typically ranging from 10 to 30 yuan. In contrast, Ms. He donates 500 million yuan at a time. Her donation of three primary schools is enough for others to donate 50.

"Mr. He, I'd like to ask how many Hope Primary Schools you plan to build. I currently have enough manpower to support a few, and if you need more, I can hire more people. I'm sure I can do this project."

He'd be a fool not to take on such a high-profit project. With profits to be made, why would he be worried about not being able to recruit people?

But when He Qing said the next thing, he immediately knelt down.

"We plan to invest in 500 companies this year."

He was terrified. 500 companies, each contributing 500 million, that's 25 billion! My goodness, are you scattering flowers from the sky?
另外还有支付的餐补，就算每家每年100万，500家就是5个亿。要是5年后，这500家学校每年单单是餐补都有25亿了。

Mr. Han felt that if he could successfully develop this business, he could turn his cafeteria business into a publicly listed company.

Its profit margin is terrifying.

All in. (It must be all in.)
He didn't doubt the truthfulness of He Qing's words. He wouldn't believe it if someone else said it, but this was the Junxiao Group's charitable foundation.

Junxiao Group claims to have trillions of yuan in assets, so spending several billion yuan a year is no big deal for them.

Not to mention that Mr. Han was doing this calculation, Mr. He and Wang Ping were also doing it. Although they didn't calculate it as precisely as Mr. Han, they had a general idea of ​​the profit margin.

He gave He Qing a meaningful look, and He Qing immediately understood what her father meant: the price was too high, leaving too much profit margin.

But she didn't care. Junxiao Group's style is to leave enough profit margin for its partners. She made this decision because she understood Chen Xiao's style.

If we leave President Han enough profit margin, he can expand rapidly and keep up with our pace. At the same time, if there is enough profit margin, they will not dare to cut corners on the students' meals, because he will cherish the project more. If they do it according to the standard, He Qing can replace them at any time.

When Mr. Han and Mr. He left the company together, his legs were trembling. He had a lot to say, but he didn't know how to say it. He then remembered Mr. He's words.

"One thing is certain: your company is not allowed to transfer any benefits to my father or my family. If I find out, I will terminate all cooperation with you."

She saw through President Han's thoughts at a glance. With such a large profit, he was afraid he couldn't hold onto it. The safest way was to tie Mr. He to his cause, or even let Mr. He take the lion's share while he took a smaller portion. She thought He Qing would use her position to make money for her family.

He underestimated He Qing. The reason she made that request was because she was afraid her family members would get involved with these things.

She already has enough money; any more would just be a number. Besides, it's not much money at all. Does she really need to spend money? Are billions a lot of money to Chen Xiao?
If her family members couldn't control themselves and profited from the charity projects she was in charge of, she would truly feel she had betrayed Chen Xiao's trust, and that was absolutely unacceptable. "Pingping, what I just said, that my family members are not allowed to touch, you can't touch either."

Wang Ping isn't a bad person, but she's a bit obsessed with money. He Qing was worried that she might run into trouble because of it, so she gave her a special reminder.

What I just said to President Han was not only for my father, but also for Wang Ping.

Wang Ping loves money, but she's not stupid. She knows why He Qing doesn't let her touch these things. They are already incredibly lucky to have the life they have today.

Everything was given to me by Chen Xiao, so I must never do anything that Chen Xiao would hate, otherwise everything I have today will vanish in an instant.

She and He Qing met Chen Xiao at the same time, and had intimate contact with Chen Xiao at a nightclub on the same night. However, Chen Xiao treated He Qing and her completely differently. Sometimes she wondered if she had refused Ma Jian's money like He Qing had at the KTV, would she be receiving the same treatment as He Qing now?

Perhaps so. After all, in terms of beauty, she is not much inferior to He Qing, or perhaps it can only be said that they each have their own unique characteristics.

He Qing is currently very popular with Chen Xiao. Perhaps if I can change my mind, one day he will change his opinion of me and treat me like He Qing does. Compared to that, what is the little money that President Han earns?
Sitting in the Glorious 009, President Han was unable to calm down for a long time. He opened his mouth several times to speak, but no words came out.

After getting out of the car and arriving at the hotel lobby, Mr. Han emotionally grasped Mr. He's hand and said, "Mr. He, you are my second parents. From now on, I, Old Han, will be your servant."

Mr. He chuckled dryly and patted his hand: "What nonsense are you talking about? What kind of era is this? Just do your job well. I'll be happy for you when I see your business grow."

He was also bewildered by his daughter's arrangement, which was tantamount to directly supporting the establishment of a listed company, since he had no need for it to be listed.

Mr. Han's business has high profits and low investment, so there is no point in listing it.

Earning billions a year with ease was a business that Mr. He never dared to dream of before, but his daughter gave it away so casually. He realized that his daughter really didn't care about the money anymore.

But how did his daughter achieve what she has today? Of course, he had thought of the same thing as President Han. There must be a man behind his daughter. He was now filled with mixed feelings of joy and worry.

The good thing is that her daughter is doing very well now and has brought prosperity to the entire He family. Although He Qing doesn't allow the He family to participate in the distribution of profits, President Han's recent statement that he wants to be the He family's servant sounds exaggerated, but there's no doubt that President Han will follow the He family closely in the future.

Because of his business, He Qing could give him life, but she could also kill him at any time.

He could cooperate with him, or cancel the cooperation at any time. He wondered if his daughter was intentionally supporting a local force to serve the He family, since she was the only daughter in the He family and was often away from home, unable to take care of the family.

The two went to the front desk to collect their luggage, which was naturally carried by Mr. Han alone. He had officially settled into his role; Mr. He's father was his boss, his master.

President Qin sent a message to President Han: "Wow, this business suite is quite luxurious. President He is really powerful, but isn't staying here a bit too high-profile?"

President Han sighed inwardly: This isn't being high-profile at all; he's being low-key by staying here. With his circumstances, he could easily stay in the presidential suite every day.

As Mr. Han pushed open the gilded doorknob, the misty waves of Egret Lake outside the floor-to-ceiling windows spilled over the UV-resistant glass, casting shimmering spots of light on the Italian Calacatta marble floor. The suite was 90 square meters in size.

The living room features a circular leather sofa set (a custom design by Roche Bobois of France) surrounding a height-adjustable projection screen, while the minibar is equipped with a Nespresso coffee machine and 24-year-old Macallan whisky.

All of this indicates that his life is about to change drastically.

"Old Qin, don't talk about General Manager He in private. It's very disrespectful."

Upon seeing President Han's message, President Qin almost lost his composure. This "disrespectful" remark was quite something. When did Old Han develop such a sense of humor?

However, after this trip, I've come to understand that Mr. He's strength seems unfathomable. Old Han is close to Mr. He, so he must know more. You can judge Mr. He's capabilities just by looking at his attitude towards him.

"Old Qin, it's almost 17:30. Tell everyone to gather at the restaurant. I'll call and ask if the drinks have been served yet."

He Qing has some wine for entertaining guests, including some 50-year-old Moutai, which she basically doesn't need. Besides, Chen Xiao replenishes it every now and then. Just now, when the driver brought He's father back, he asked him to bring over a case.

When they got out of the car, the driver left the wine at the front desk and asked someone to deliver it directly to the private room. Mr. Han was worried that the wine might get lost, so he called to ask.

That's 50-year-old Moutai, costing hundreds of thousands of yuan a bottle. Just thinking about drinking that tonight makes me want to whistle.
Before He Qing arranged this for him, if she had asked him to drink wine that cost hundreds of thousands of yuan a bottle, he would have been heartbroken.

But now he knows that what he sees as a luxurious lifestyle might just be everyday occurrences for Mr. He's family. Top-tier families are meant to have an ultra-luxurious lifestyle.
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58th Floor, Junxiao Lakeside CBD Center

Han Xue has moved in to work today. Plans can't keep up with changes. When the building was being renovated, a secretary's office was reserved for Zhang Ziqian on the top floor.

She can only work at Zhang Ziqian's place or in Chen Xiao's office now, which doesn't really matter, since Chen Xiao doesn't use his own desk much anyway.

Besides, with such a large office, you can work anywhere.

Junxiao Retail selected a separate floor on the ground floor and asked Li Man to hurry up with the renovations, starting with the general manager's office, so that Han Xue could oversee the work downstairs.

She got into the zone very quickly. Apart from playing a few games in the lounge with Chen Xiao in the afternoon, she spent the rest of the time communicating with Chen Xiao about the business strategy of the supermarket. Many of her ideas coincided with Chen Xiao's.

Chen Xiao really enjoyed this feeling of being on the same wavelength, and choosing her to lead this project was definitely the right decision. Moreover, Han Xue is very quick-witted and learns things very fast; even if she makes some mistakes in the early stages, she can easily adjust.

"Are you planning to go check out the project in the next few days?"

"Hmm—" Han Xue nodded, her cold and exquisite face still flushed, the afterglow of an afternoon of hard work.

"For such an important project, I definitely need to review the design drawings for each store in the early stages, and also take into account the specific property conditions on site, so that there can be a more reasonable flow design."

"Okay, by the way, your vehicle and security standards are now the same as Gao Yue's, and the vehicles and personnel arranged have all been reported, right?"

Speaking of this, Han Xue blushed a little and said, "They are all general managers who manage projects worth hundreds of billions. My store doesn't even have that. Such a high level of management is unnecessary."

He waved his hand and said, "It was bound to happen sooner or later. Although you don't have any stores and manage fewer assets, Junxiao Retail has a registered capital of 100 billion, just like the other business entities. This Rolls-Royce Phantom you have belongs to President Xu. She's currently using a bulletproof Maybach S680. This car has been sitting in the garage, so I'm giving it to you."

She stopped being coy. Now that she was Chen Xiao's woman, she would let him arrange things. With his resources, using a car was really nothing to him.

That Land Rover was a waste of money; I doubt I'll be able to drive it much in the future.

In a small private room at Junxiao Lakeside Hotel, Han Xue, Zhang Ping, and Tang Tang were having their first formal gathering.

"Han Xue, it's too extravagant of you to treat us to a meal here."

Tangtang also pretended to agree, adding, "Huang Lei was saying during the day that he also sent you a message, but you didn't reply to him."

Han Xue smiled. She hadn't given him any chance before to avoid further entanglement. Now that she was the boss's woman, she needed to stay even further away from other men. Not replying to him was a way of telling him to never contact her again.

Actually, Tangtang also looks down on Huang Lei a bit. He can't win over Han Xue, so he comes after her. Just kidding, am I, Miss Tangtang, a backup option?

Besides, even if I'm just a backup option, who does Huang Lei think he is? If you treat me like a backup, where does that leave my dignity? As for Huang Lei arranging for her to get a job at the Junxiaowanghu Hotel, she's already thanked him, what else can she do?

Han Xue smiled casually: "It's mainly because this place is close to you all. How about we have some red wine tonight?"

Tang Tang wasn't a big drinker, but Zhang Ping, who claimed to be able to drink a whole bottle without getting drunk, said, "Have some! To celebrate your housewarming, we need to have some ceremony."

Han Xue then turned to the waiter and instructed him to fetch two bottles of 2018 Château Lafite Rothschild.

Zhang Ping and Tang Tang didn't know the price of the wine, but as soon as they heard "Lafite," they knew it wasn't cheap.

"Han Xue, any red wine will do, we don't need such expensive wine."

He gestured to the waiter to fetch the wine according to this standard, then smiled and said, "It's alright, I didn't choose the expensive one."

Of course, the hotel has even more luxurious options, but she didn't choose any. She drank this wine because she usually drinks it when she comes here with Gao Yue, and she's familiar with the taste.

The crystal chandelier reflected light like scattered diamonds on the Taihu stone screen, and the waiter silently slid open the gilded private room door.

Twelve cold dishes appeared on the turntable amidst the dry ice mist—each dish was accompanied by a poem slip written on gold-flecked Xuan paper, creating a very ceremonial atmosphere.

"We've been roommates for several years, so I won't serve you any food. Just make yourselves at home."

Tang Tang looked at Han Xue cautiously, and suddenly felt that she saw the demeanor of a great person in her, as if she had some of the shadow of President Gao.

{It seems Han Xue has indeed learned a lot from working with President Gao for the past few months. With that kind of presence, she could easily impersonate a general manager and no one would dare to doubt her.}
The mountain radish slices in the Linqi hot pot are as thin as cicada wings, rolled into snow lotus shapes in liquid nitrogen, and adorned with ice crystals carved from three-year-aged ham. When Tangtang's silver chopsticks pierced the frost flowers, the local pork jelly hidden inside the radish roll instantly flowed out, scalding her tongue.

He glanced at Han Xue, afraid she would see his naive and unsophisticated appearance. (End of Chapter)