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

The belly of the grouper was cut open and filled with foie gras. As hot oil was poured over it, the waiter suddenly poured in rum, and the blue flames that rose up illuminated Zhang Ping's horrified face.

A golden-brick-shaped piece of Australian Wagyu beef is piled high in a sweet and sour sauce made with Italian balsamic vinegar and 30-year-old aged tangerine peel. Han Xue personally picks up a piece for Zhang Ping: "Try it."

Zhang Ping had never enjoyed such a lavish meal before, and neither had Tang Tang. Although their family was well-off, they had never been able to afford a meal of this standard.

Han Xue raised her glass: "Come on, let's toast to our four years as classmates."

Zhang Ping raised her glass and said, "To our friendship."

Tangtang also raised her glass and clinked it with theirs.

As soon as the wine touched her throat, Zhang Ping exclaimed, "Good wine, really good wine! The taste is very good!"

The butler, wearing white gloves, always appeared just as their glasses were about to empty, pouring the wine at a precise 45° angle.
hum~
Tang Tang's phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID, her expression hardening. It was the yacht recruitment manager calling.
"I'm going out to take a call."

Afraid that the two of them would find out about this, she opened the door of the private room and went outside to make a phone call.

"Han Xue, are you alright?"

After Tang Tang left, Zhang Ping asked with concern.

Han Xue asked in surprise, "What do you want?"

“You stepped down from your high position as special assistant to the chairman of Junxiao Hotel Management Group, and left such a good job to go into the now declining supermarket industry. I’m afraid you can’t accept this kind of drop in status.”

Han Xue gently stroked the rim of the crystal glass with her fingertips, then suddenly chuckled softly, the curve of her eyes like a crescent moon piercing through the clouds.

"Pingping, don't worry about me. I'm better than before. Well, it might be a bit difficult at first, but at most a few months, and we'll see initial results."

Zhang Ping felt slightly relieved when she realized that what she said didn't seem fake.

{That's true. She managed to get me such a good position, so her situation couldn't possibly be worse than mine. Besides, she has a capable boyfriend; how could she be doing poorly? She's so confident; she might actually be doing quite well.}
However, Zhang Ping didn't believe that Han Xue's previous position as the special assistant to the chairman of Junxiao Hotel Management Group was better than that. In their eyes, Han Xue's previous position as a special assistant was a lifelong goal.

With a monthly salary of over 5, as the chairman's special assistant, you'll be incredibly prestigious wherever you go. After leaving, where else could you possibly find a better job?

Tang Tang received a phone call informing her that she would be going on a yacht the next two afternoons, and she needed to arrange her time off in advance. She only needed to go to the yacht occasionally, and she didn't plan to give up her current job. Besides, who knew how long she could stay at the yacht job, while her job at Junxiao Wanghu Hotel was stable and secure.

Thinking that I would be going the day after tomorrow, and that I might have to face some things that I had mentally prepared myself for, I was still a little nervous when the day actually came. Fortunately, Zhou Xiaomei was with me.

"Tangtang" (a type of sugar).

Suddenly someone called her name. When she turned around, she saw it was Mr. Li, the deputy general manager of Junxiaowanghu Hotel.

This Mr. Li is a lecherous old man. He used to have designs on her. Once, at the Zui Qingchun barbecue stand, he kept plying her with alcohol, and she was terrified.

Fortunately, Han Xue was having dinner with her boyfriend that day. After Vice President Li learned that he was Han Xue's friend, he dared not force her to drink anymore, and he was extremely polite to him whenever they met at the company afterward.

"Hello, Mr. Li."

She noticed that Mr. Li's expression towards her today was a bit off; it was no longer as gentle as before, and his eyes had become aggressive.

"Tangtang, you seem to have a high standard of living. Are you eating here?"

Looking at this young and beautiful girl, if it weren't for that Assistant Han last time, she might have already been won over by me.

{Hmph, Assistant Han has been dismissed this time. Let's see who's protecting you now. Where do you think you're going to run?}
Tang Tang felt extremely uncomfortable being stared at by his eyes, which resembled those of a cobra, and instinctively reached out to her "big backer".

"Assistant Han is treating us to dinner tonight."

Assistant Han? He should have just ignored it, because after hearing it he burst into laughter.

"Tang Tang, she's already been dismissed. What kind of assistant is she now? Even if she is an assistant, what use is she if she's not President Gao's assistant?"

Hmm, thinking about this, I suddenly remembered that Han Xue is even prettier than Tang Tang, and now she's lost President Gao, her powerful backer. Such a beautiful woman, now without her support—

"Come on, I'll go to your private room and have a drink with our respected Assistant Han."

Tang Tang was already at the door of the private room. There was no way to avoid her, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and go in. They didn't notice that two young women walking around like passersby at the door of the private room had been observing Mr. Li while he was speaking.

Han Xue listened to Zhang Ping recount some interesting stories about her company, occasionally responding with a smile. These days, the topics Zhang Ping and her friends used to discuss rarely held any interest for her anymore.

The door to the private room was pushed open, and Han Xue and Zhang Ping saw President Li enter with Tang Tang, and then glanced at Tang Tang, who looked helpless.

Before he could speak, President Li shouted in a loud voice, "I heard Assistant Han is here, so come and report for duty right away, haha."

He was supposed to be reporting for duty, but in the past when he saw Han Xue, he would always bow and scrape and not dare to utter a word. Today, however, he was completely different from usual, and was actually laughing wildly.

Her smiling almond-shaped eyes instantly frosted over, and the shadow cast by her eyelashes cut across her lower eyelids like a knife. "It's nothing, just go out. We're chatting."

"Let me out? Han Xue, you still think you're the chairman's special assistant? You're a dismissed person, yet you dare to be arrogant with me. I'm here today to see if you need any help. If you do, have a drink with me, call me 'brother,' and I'll protect you from now on."

He then burst into laughter again. The laughter echoed in the private room, causing the crystal chandelier to sway slightly. His suit was open, his tie hung askew around his neck, and the smell of alcohol mixed with cologne wafted over the room.

Her right hand, holding the chopsticks, suddenly tightened, and her smiling almond-shaped eyes instantly frosted over, the shadow cast by her eyelashes slicing across her lower eyelids like a knife.

Zhang Ping and Tang Tang were a little nervous, their hands clenched tightly. They didn't know who to ask for help. The private room was supposed to have a manager, but they had just asked the manager to leave while they were chatting.

"Get out." She suddenly tapped her silver spoon on the plate, the clear sound cutting off the other person's laughter. The three words, carrying a chill of -30°C, resonated eerily with the lingering vibrations of the plate.

Mr. Li's laughter abruptly stopped, and the muscles in his face twitched slightly as he suddenly tensed. He loosened his suit tie, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints, and he stared at Han Xue like a venomous snake eyeing its prey.

"Tell me to get out? You still think you're the chairman's assistant? You've been dismissed, and you're still putting on airs with your brother."

Logically speaking, given how much Gao Yue trusted Han Xue in the past, even if Han Xue was no longer in the position of special assistant, he might not have dared to disrespect her.

The problem is that rumors are circulating that Han Xue has been dismissed. If the chairman's special assistant is dismissed, there is only one possibility: Gao Yue has a bad opinion of her. If she loses this backer, it's like a fairy being banished to the mortal world. So President Li thinks she is nothing now.

After having a few drinks and recalling the oppression Han Xue had given him, he felt he could finally rise up and sing his own song.

Do you believe me or not—

The moment I uttered the word, someone grabbed me by the back of the neck. "Who?" I couldn't say another word and was dragged out of the private room.

Tang Tang and Zhang Ping witnessed President Li being lifted up and dragged away by a dashing young woman with one hand, his mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.

On one hand, they were surprised by the girl's identity and why she had come in to help them; on the other hand, they were also shocked by the girl's skills.

"Keep eating, don't worry about him."

Han Xue placed a piece of grouper on Zhang Ping's and Tang Tang's plates respectively.

The two men looked at her. They were both recent graduates, so why was Han Xue so calm and composed?

Tang Tang sighed, "Oh no, I'm going to be annoyed to death by him from now on."

Previously, with Han Xue protecting her, President Li didn't dare to provoke her. But judging from today's scene, President Li won't let her off the hook.

Han Xue picked up her wine glass and said calmly, "Does he frequently harass female employees at the company?"

Tangtang nodded repeatedly: "On the surface, he seems honest and kind, but in reality, he's a scoundrel."

He nodded to indicate that he understood. "Tomorrow, I will talk to General Manager Gao about this. Such a black sheep cannot stay in the company; he'll cause trouble sooner or later."

Tang Tang was stunned for a moment, and when she picked up her wine glass, she accidentally spilled the wine.

"She's going to complain to General Manager Gao? She's already been dismissed, do you think General Manager Gao will listen to her? Forget it, she's probably just trying to comfort herself."

I'm going to the yacht club the day after tomorrow. If the pay is good there, I can always quit this job. Junxiao Group is such a great company; I wonder if I'll ever have another chance to work there again.
Zhang Ping shared the same thought as Tang Tang, but she didn't ask directly, afraid that Han Xue would feel awkward. Instead, they changed the subject and talked about their university days, since they might rarely have the chance to reminisce together after they parted ways.

Meanwhile, in another private room, Mr. He sat in the main seat, surrounded by a group of other people.

Back in Chongqing, these people treated him with great respect because he owned a Maybach S680. This time, when they came to Jiangzhou, they stayed in a business suite that he had arranged for them, costing 15888 yuan. They couldn't help but marvel at Mr. He's unfathomable strength.

But when I sat down in this private room and saw the soup served, I was dumbfounded.

This Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is incomparable to the usual dishes that cost around 200 yuan per serving. It is slow-cooked with ten kinds of precious ingredients, and the soup is gelatinous and clings to the walls.

Only the finest ingredients were used. Mr. Han had just seen the kitchen's order and discreetly gestured with his hand towards Mr. Jiang beside him. Seeing Mr. He talking to Mr. Qin on the other side, Mr. Jiang leaned close to Mr. Han's ear and asked, "500 per serving?"

Mr. Han shook his head and said in a low voice, "5000."

Mr. Jiang's expression changed drastically. This one dish alone cost 30000 yuan. How much would this whole meal cost?

The waiter came over and asked, "How many bottles of baijiu do you want?"

He recognized it as a 50-year-old Moutai and dared not open it carelessly. If he couldn't finish it, a bottle would be wasted worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, and he couldn't afford to be blamed by his owner.

Mr. Han stood up and said, "I'll do it myself." He Qing had asked him to bring this wine, so it was definitely of good quality. He was also worried that the waiter might order too much and cause waste.

When he opened the box with the server and took out the Moutai liquor, he suddenly shuddered as if struck by lightning. The distinctive aroma of Moutai wafted out from the cracks in the box, making his temples throb—50 years! It was actually 50-year-old Moutai! Last year at auction, a bottle of 50-year-old Moutai sold for a record-breaking 28 yuan.

“Mr. He,” the Adam’s apple bobbed loudly, “should we change our drinks?” The last syllable split into a comical shrill tone, as if he were drinking his first good wine years ago.

The others looked at him in confusion, wondering why he wanted to change the liquor. These people could drink Erguotou and Moutai together, so why change it?
Father He didn't know what kind of wine He Qing had brought him, but upon hearing this, he said, "Let's drink this, no need to change it."

Mr. Han's lips twitched slightly as he said, "But this is 50-year-old Moutai, a bottle costs hundreds of thousands."

He brought the liquor to the table, and the laughter and conversation in the private room stopped abruptly. It was as if the air had been sucked dry by the gold lettering of "50 years" on the Moutai bottle.

Wow, what kind of extraordinary person is Mr. He? Drinking Moutai for 50 years at a gathering! Even the richest man in China doesn't entertain guests with this level of hospitality!
{I'd always guessed Mr. He was capable, but today I realize everyone underestimated him.}
{No wonder President Han treated him with the utmost respect, like a servant to a master. It seems Old Han knew President He's background all along and had already scrambled to curry favor with him before everyone else.}
When everyone snapped out of their shock, they all said:
"Mr. He, it's too wasteful for us to drink this at our gathering. Let's do as Mr. Han suggested and go to another bar."

"Yes, yes, please keep this to entertain our distinguished guests. We're all family here, so we can even drink Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor)."

Everyone started declaring that they were on Mr. He's side. After thinking about it, Mr. He's father understood why his daughter had sent over this case of wine.

Just like with the project given to General Manager Han, these people learned about Father He's power. In the future, Father He would become the center of their world in Chongqing, and they could do anything for him.

Secondly, the daughter probably doesn't lack this wine. The first time she came to Jiangzhou, she brought out this wine to entertain He Jie and Gu Zhang.

Having figured all this out, Mr. He smiled slightly, "It's alright, just drink this, I still have some at home."

He subtly showed off, instantly inspiring awe and reverence in everyone present.

The phrase "there are still some at home" is tantamount to "there are still many," otherwise why would it be used for a club gathering?

What kind of family is this? While others consider drinking Moutai a luxury, they drink Moutai 50 Years, which costs a hundred times more than Feitian Moutai.

Throughout the night, everyone flattered Mr. He to the best of their ability. The effects of those few bottles of wine were already evident. With just one meal and a few bottles of wine, Mr. He had gained several underlings in Chongqing.

Mr. He was in a great mood and got drunk without realizing it. When it was all over, several people rushed over to help him up, and even though President Han was so close, he couldn't get a turn.

He smiled; he didn't need to put on such a show.

{Go ahead and try to take my place with Mr. He, no matter how hard you try. I was handpicked by Mr. He's daughter; you all have to step aside.}
"Hey, Lao Han, Mr. He has had too much to drink. Call the waiter over, let's pay the bill."

Mr. Han had the same idea. He called over a waiter, took the bill, and glanced at it. Tonight's meal had cost more than 30 yuan.

He clicked his tongue in amazement. If he hadn't landed a big project today, he wouldn't be able to sleep for months after such a meal. Since a single bottle of wine cost hundreds of thousands, the meal didn't seem so extravagant.

"Swipe my card."

Upon hearing this, the waiter politely replied, "Sir, Mr. He arranged this hospitality, so there's no need to pay the bill."

When Mr. Han realized that the accommodation was free, he wasn't too surprised. However, the others were all astonished as they were finding out for the first time.

They didn't know that the "General Manager He" the waiter was referring to wasn't the woman in front of them, but another beautiful general manager. However, they were so impressed with "General Manager He" that they almost prostrated themselves before her.

A group of people escorted Mr. He back to his room as if he were a national treasure.
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Han Xue saw that Tang Tang and Zhang Ping had almost finished eating and had enjoyed their drinks to the fullest.

"Come on, let me take you to my home for a while."

The two of them were mainly going to her house today to visit and congratulate her on moving. Han Xue got up and picked up her Chanel bag.

As soon as Tang Tang stepped outside, she saw the dashing girl who had just carried President Li out with one hand standing at the door. Tang Tang couldn't help but be a little surprised to see Han Xue hand her the car keys.

Was this a designated driver hired by Han Xue, or a friend of hers?
If she's a friend, she should invite her in for dinner; if she's a designated driver, doesn't a designated driver have the responsibility to protect the car owner? The key is, she has that capability.
Completely baffled, I could only follow behind Han Xue and Zhang Ping, listening to their conversation.

"Han Xue, I'm going to Tianning tomorrow. Is there anything I can bring back for Uncle Han?"

"You're going to Tianning tomorrow, so come with me. I'm going to Tianning tomorrow too."

"Sure, sure, are you driving? I can hitch a ride with you."

Zhang Ping was overjoyed. Hiking was a joke; the main thing was having company on the road so they could chat and pass the time.

Tangtang listened quietly to them talking about Han Xue's hometown, and she suddenly felt homesick too.

The white Range Rover, like an elegant snow leopard, lay serenely under the hotel's golden canopy, its 22-inch diamond-cut wheels reflecting the neon lights.

"Get in the car first."

After Han Xue finished speaking, she walked forward with elegant steps. Tang Tang knew that this was the Land Rover that Zhang Ping had mentioned.

Just as Zhang Ping said, although Han Xue lost her job, she has a very capable and handsome boyfriend. How enviable!
She saw the short-haired girl standing in the second row, and when she saw Han Xue coming over, she opened the car door first. The movement was as swift as a sword being drawn from its sheath, and the "CREATED BY LAND ROVER" nameplate on the leather door handle grazed the thin calluses on her hand.

As Han Xue took a step, the girl's action of protecting the top of the car door frame with her left hand made Tang Tang turn her head again.

Neither designated drivers nor friends will offer this kind of service.
"Tangtang, you and Han Xue sit in the second row, I'll sit in the front passenger seat." Zhang Ping offered her the back seat.

The moment Tangtang's fingertips touched the door handle of the Range Rover Autobiography Long Wheelbase, the feel of the genuine Windsor leather from England spread from her fingertips—it was even more delicate than the Hermès Birkin she had touched in Dubai last month.
The scent of sandalwood wafting from the car's fragrance system, mixed with the base notes of Han Xue's Chanel N°5, made her temples throb—this scent was far more sophisticated than the perfumes her colleagues wore.

While driving, Tangtang kept glancing at the girl in the driver's seat. She inadvertently noticed in the rearview mirror that there were two Jeep Wranglers of the same color following behind.

Han Xue's assigned car has already arrived. The reason she didn't use it today is that she plans to drive the Land Rover back to the garage. From now on, she will have a dedicated car for commuting, so she won't be using this car much.

The car drove all the way to Jindi Xiushan Yin.
The white Land Rover rolled over the white marble speed bump at the entrance of the residential area. Tangtang's face was pressed against the car window, and her pupils reflected the geometrically trimmed boxwood trees in the French-style garden.

"This location..." She unconsciously tightened her grip on the leather seat, recalling the few affordable apartments she had looked at when she was looking to rent a place recently—the buildings were so close together that she could hear her neighbors flushing their toilets.

As the car entered the underground parking lot, the LED headlights cast two cool, clear beams of light across the epoxy flooring. "Even the underground parking lot has a fresh air system," Tang Tang remarked unconsciously, tightening her grip on the seat seams.

Zhang Ping wasn't much better than Tang Tang; this neighborhood seemed completely different from the apartment Han Xue had imagined she would buy.

After getting out of the car, Han Xue led the two to swipe their cards and enter the elevator. Inside the private elevator car, the champagne gold stainless steel finish reflected the three figures—Tang Tang's fingertips were unconsciously stroking the strap of her bag, while Zhang Ping's gaze was firmly fixed on the gold-plated nameplate on the elevator button panel that read "Private Residence - For Owners Only".

Tang Tang and Zhang Ping exchanged a glance; everything seemed completely different from what they had imagined.

This doesn't look like an apartment; it's clearly a luxurious mansion. Is this really Han Xue's house, or is she renting it?
A private elevator leads directly to the entrance hall, where a 2.8-meter-high floor-to-ceiling coat rack and a Suzhou-embroidered peacock screen complement each other, and the mosaic marble pattern on the floor extends into the living room.

Once they come in and leave, it's clear that the house isn't rented. Who would be willing to rent out such a beautiful new house?

"Please have a seat, I'll pour you some water."

Zhang Ping said timidly, "Han Xue, may I take a look around? Your house is so beautiful."

"Sure, do as you please."

She had only visited during the day, and many places were unfamiliar to her. Fortunately, Chen Xiao hadn't stayed here before, otherwise she definitely wouldn't have allowed them to tour the place.

The room features a triangular layout, with the living room, dining room, and western-style kitchen arranged in a triangular fashion. A full-size balcony surrounds two rooms. There are three south-facing suite-style bedrooms, with the master bedroom including a double-door walk-in closet, a study, and a private bathroom.

The embedded rooftop garden features bonsai trees of Podocarpus macrophyllus and a tea-brewing area around a fireplace. After strolling around, the two could see the shock in each other's eyes.

This house must cost close to ten million, right? Is this something we can even afford? How could Han Xue own a house like this?

She hadn't been the chairman's special assistant at Junxiao Hotel Management Group for long, and besides, how could she afford such a large house on her salary?

With questions in mind, the two entered the living room, where a dark blue leather sofa embraced them, paired with Hermes orange cushions and a beige cashmere blanket.

The group sat down. (End of Chapter)