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

The coffee table features a black slate tabletop with a floating design and a built-in wireless charging module.

Tang Tang and Zhang Ping seemed a little nervous. Han Xue brought over two cups of tea, saying, "Have some to help with the hangover."

The two thanked her and, somewhat embarrassed, took out a red envelope from their bags. To celebrate Han Xue's housewarming, they had discussed it and each prepared a 1000 yuan red envelope.

However, Han Xue's lavish hospitality tonight, coupled with this luxurious mansion, made them feel that the red envelope was really stingy.

"Han Xue, did you buy this house, or does it belong to your boyfriend?"

Tang Tang couldn't help but ask. She had been competing with Han Xue for four years in college, and it had almost become a habit. Subconsciously, she wanted to ask, even though she felt like she had already lost, she wanted to at least know where she had gone wrong.

In her opinion, the house should belong to Han Xue's boyfriend, and he was just letting her come and stay.

"My boyfriend bought it—" Han Xue knew that when they said "boyfriend," they meant Chen Xiao.

Tang Tang seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. {It really was her boyfriend's house. If she owned a house like that, that would be terrifying. What am I even comparing myself to? My end in this life might not even be as good as her starting point.}
Then Han Xue continued, "My boyfriend bought it, and the property certificate is in my name."

Tang Tang and Zhang Ping's expressions changed simultaneously, and they asked in almost trembling voices, "He...he bought you a house?"

Thinking of Chen Xiao, Han Xue's lips curled into a slight smile. "Yes."

Tang Tang was a little dazed. {Why are all the good men other people's boyfriends? Why can't I meet one? No, I have met one, but unfortunately, he's not for me.}
Zhang Ping was very happy for her. "Han Xue, you are so lucky. He treats you so well. He just gave you a Range Rover worth nearly 400 million yuan, and now he's given you such a big house."

"Well, that's not all."

When Chen Xiao was mentioned, Han Xue's delicate face radiated sweetness. When she said "it's not just this," she meant that Chen Xiao was too good to her; houses and cars were nothing compared to this.

But Tang Tang and Zhang Ping were really shocked. These two items cost more than 1000 million yuan, and this was considered a little bit?

This was so unpleasant that the two of them took a sip of water to try and suppress the sour taste.

"Han Xue, what made you decide to work at the supermarket?"

"Yes, he told me to go, so I went."

Ah—sigh, Zhang Ping sighed.
"Han Xue, your boyfriend is great in every way, but he just doesn't understand the market well enough. This career choice has really held you back. This job is nowhere near as good as being the chairman's assistant at a hotel management group."

Tangtang nodded in agreement.

Han Xue smiled faintly, offering no explanation. "Wait a few months, and you'll see. I trust my choice."

"Now that things have come to this, there's no way to deny it."

Zhang Ping meant that since Han Xue was no longer with Junxiao Hotel Management Group, it was too late for regrets. Tang Tang, however, thought differently. Like everyone else in the company, she believed Han Xue had been dismissed for some mistake. Otherwise, why would she leave such a good position?

What you call your own choice now is nothing but stubbornness.

Jingle bell bell~
Han Xue's phone rang. She picked it up, glanced at it, and saw that it was Gao Yue calling. She quickly pressed the answer button.

"Sister Yue."

"Han Xue, I heard you were harassed by someone from Wanghu Hotel during dinner tonight? I'll arrange for an audit tomorrow to investigate him. If there's a problem, send him in; if not, fire him and blacklist him, making him unemployed for life. It's too shameful."

The room was so quiet that Tang Tang and Zhang Ping could hear some of the sounds coming from the phone receiver. At first, when Han Xue called out "Sister Yue," Tang Tang didn't know who was on the other end, but when she heard that they were going to have someone audit President Li and fire him, her heart skipped a beat.

{Sister Yue, could it be Gao Yue, President Gao? No wonder that voice sounded familiar. I remember hearing President Gao speak from afar in Dubai last time, and it sounded like that. Han Xue calls her Sister Yue, they seem to have a good personal relationship, so why was she dismissed?}
Tang Tang was completely baffled and couldn't figure out why, no matter how hard she tried.

After hanging up the phone, it wasn't surprising that Gao Yue knew about this. The security team would report any situation to their superiors, and since this involved employees of Junxiao Hotel Management Group, she would definitely be informed.

Gao Yue hasn't moved in yet. She has a lot of stuff and hasn't had time to organize it. It will probably take a few more days.

The group chatted for a while longer, and when they checked the time, it was already past 10 p.m. Han Xue said, "Why don't you stay here tonight? Tomorrow, Zhang Ping will come with me to Tianning, and Tang Tang will go to Junxiao Wanghu Hotel. There's a subway here too."

Staying here? Tang Tang and Zhang Ping exchanged a glance, both seeing the hope in each other's eyes. Such a beautiful house, of course they wouldn't refuse to stay for one night. The two of them each chose a guest room, and Han Xue went to wash up and rest.

The next morning, Han Xue personally cooked breakfast, which Zhang Ping and Tang Tang enjoyed immensely. At that moment, they had no idea what level Han Xue's personal cooking was.

During the meal, Zhang Ping said, "Han Xue, I might have to go back to the company again. I have a few documents to take with me; I'll need them when I visit the stores in Tianning this time."

Hearing this, Han Xue nodded: "Then let's go through the company. I'll go upstairs to pick up something too."

Tangtang had just finished eating and put down her chopsticks. "Then I can hitch a ride again and won't have to take the subway."

They naturally wouldn't let Han Xue clean up the dishes. Zhang Ping snatched the dishes away and went to the kitchen to wash them. Her fingertips unconsciously caressed the snow-white marble countertop of the kitchen island. The cold, hard touch reminded her of the mottled stainless steel table in the cafeteria of Shanyun Auto—it was always covered with an indelible greasy smell.

The 6-meter-long German-made Nolte kitchen cabinets meandered like a black agate river, while the Miele steam oven's LCD screen displayed a countdown, the red numbers so bright they hurt her eyes—this machine could buy six months' worth of food.

"So some people really do use their kitchens like living rooms."

The dishwasher suddenly started with a "beep," and as the door slid out, it revealed a bone china plate with the words "Junxiao Hotel" printed on it. Zhang Ping thought in surprise, "Han Xue has resigned, but she can still use Junxiao Hotel's special products?"

When she came out of the kitchen, Han Xue and Tang Tang were already ready and waiting for her to go out together.

The moment Tang Tang and Zhang Ping stepped out of the elevator and into the underground parking garage, they both froze.

The cold LED lights from the underground parking garage shone on the Rolls-Royce Phantom's paint, reflecting Tang Tang's distorted face like a mirror on its black body. The Spirit of Ecstasy hood ornament on the Phantom's hood slowly rose, its 24K gold plating casting two dazzling spots of light in Zhang Ping's pupils.

Behind them were two Jeep Wranglers, one in front and one behind. Tang Tang suddenly remembered that this was the kind of entourage that President Gao used when he traveled. Could this be the vehicle of one of the top leaders of Junxiao Group?

The driver jogged over, opened the rear door of the Rolls-Royce Phantom, and Han Xue turned to the two of them and said, "Get in."

Tangtang's crocodile skin bag slammed to the ground with a "thud," and the lipstick that rolled out when the clasp popped open rolled right next to the "RR" wheel hubcap, much like crushed confidence.

{Is this Han Xue's car? How can she have such a convoy? This is a privilege only someone of Mr. Gao's level would enjoy. What's going on?}
Once inside the car, Tang Tang and Zhang Ping barely dared to breathe. Suddenly, the car's fragrance system released the scent of white truffles, which, mixed with the cold mist from the Dom Pérignon champagne in the refrigerator, made her sneeze.

Tangtang's reflection was distorted and deformed on the chrome-plated air conditioning vent, much like the skirt she had been repeatedly adjusting in front of the mirror an hour earlier.

She pinched her thigh in disbelief; it hurt terribly.

What on earth is going on? Judging from Han Xue's expression, this seems to be her car, but how could that be?
{Even if she had already left Junxiao Hotel Management Group, and even if she were still the chairman's special assistant, she wouldn't be entitled to a personal car, let alone a Rolls-Royce Phantom with a security team.}
After a while, she thought of the dashing female bodyguard from last night, the female driver in front of her, and the two Jeep Wranglers flanking her from the front and back. She seemed to understand something.

If her previous relationship with Han Xue was called "Me and My Best Friend," then from now on her life will be "My Best Friend is Han Xue."

The social class gap between her and Han Xue has widened completely throughout her life. Han Xue is a height that she can never reach, but it has become something that Tang Tang can boast about in the future.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Zhang Ping stared straight ahead, never imagining she would ever ride in a Rolls-Royce Phantom. This was truly an honor for the Zhang family; next time she went back to her hometown, she would spend three hours explaining the Rolls-Royce riding experience to her family.

Tangtang got off at Junxiao Lakeside CBD, and the Rolls-Royce Phantom continued to drive towards the underground parking lot and stopped in front of the private elevator.

After Zhang Ping followed Han Xue into the elevator with a look of astonishment, she suddenly screamed, "Ah—Han Xue, this is an elevator that only senior executives of Junxiao Group can use!"

Why is Han Xue at Junxiao Group, and how is she using the private elevator reserved for Junxiao Group's senior management?
Han Xue nodded: "Yes, I'm still at Junxiao Group."

Zhang Ping's mouth dropped open. "You were at Junxiao Group, but didn't you already leave Junxiao Hotel Management Group? Didn't you go to the supermarket?"

As the elevator approached the Dongjian Trade Center floor, Han Xue smiled slightly and said, "Junxiao Group has established a subsidiary, Junxiao Retail, which I will be in charge of."

Stepping out of the elevator, Zhang Ping plopped down on a chair at the front desk of Dongjian Trading. Han Xue's words were like a giant nuclear bomb exploding in her mind, completely stunning her.

{Junxiao Group has established a subsidiary, so isn't that on the same level as Junxiao Hotel Management Group, Junxiao Commercial Management, and Junxing Auto? Han Xue said she'll be in charge, oh my god.}

My best friend is a CEO?! My bunkmate is a CEO?! I'm going to be rich! Completely rich! With Han Xue protecting me, I can practically do whatever I want from now on!
Deng Deng~
The receptionist tapped on the table. "Zhang Ping, are you alright? Should I call 120 for you?"

Seeing her come to the front desk looking like a wilted eggplant, finding a chair and sitting there in a daze, now muttering to herself in a strange manner, Zhang Ping wondered if she had suffered some kind of shock. Only then did Zhang Ping realize that she had come up to get some documents; she couldn't keep Han Xue waiting downstairs. Making the president of a subsidiary of Junxiao Group wait for her was exciting, but she really didn't dare.

"I'm fine, keep going!"

Zhang Ping gave the receptionist a thumbs-up, while the receptionist stared blankly at her retreating figure. "And you say you're fine? It's obvious you're not thinking straight anymore."
-
Chen Xiao was in his office when he saw Han Xue come in, so he put down his phone.

"Weren't you going to Tianning today? You even came over this morning. Did you miss me?"

Even though she was already his woman, Han Xue still couldn't help but blush when teased like this. But when she saw him open his arms, she obediently stepped forward and let him embrace her.

Her black office lady uniform accentuated her elegant curves, and the slit in her high-waisted pencil skirt revealed glimpses of her beautiful legs. She lowered her head slightly and nestled into his arms, her long hair slipping down her shoulders to reveal the swaying pearl earrings on her earlobes—earrings she had bought online for 300 yuan.

Chen Xiao wasn't a meticulous person and didn't even think to check if her jewelry was valuable. At that moment, he reached his hand under her skirt and touched her fair and delicate skin. The cold and sexy Han Xue was truly a stunning beauty.

"Zhang Ping is waiting for me downstairs. I'll come up to get some materials and then leave."

She was giving a tactful explanation, saying that she probably couldn't accompany him in a full-blown battle because he was taking too long.

Chen Xiao understood what she meant, kneaded her buttocks a few times, and then put her down. "Go and get busy. You can take good care of me when you come back."

Han Xue hummed in agreement, went to the office to get the documents, then came back to hug Chen Xiao, gave him a French kiss, and left.

Zhang Ping didn't dare to delay. She tidied up her things at her workstation and hurriedly left. Even when Chu Ting greeted her, she just turned around and gave her a perfunctory reply.

As I was leaving, I ran into Nie Yuan waiting for the elevator, and quickly greeted him, "Hello, Mr. Nie."

Nie Yuan took good care of her, after all, everyone knew that Han Xue had introduced her, and even President Ma valued her highly, let alone him.

"Zhang Ping, are you going on a business trip?" Judging from her backpack, she must have brought quite a lot of things.

"Yes, Mr. Nie, I went to Tianning to inspect the stores today."

"Oh, that's perfect, you can come with us. I'm also going to Tianning now. Junxiao Commercial Management has acquired a few more plazas, I'm going to check the placement."

"Ah—Mr. Nie, I'm afraid I can't go with you."

Zhang Ping's voice was barely audible; it took courage for her to reject Nie Yuan.

{Oh dear, I rejected Mr. Nie. Will he be angry and think I disrespected him?}
However, I have to stay with Han Xue, so I'm sorry to have to take the time to leave.
Nie Yuan was taken aback. He wasn't angry, but he found it strange. Getting a ride with the boss was something many employees dreamed of, as it was an opportunity to communicate closely with the boss and build rapport.

She refused what others would kill for?
"Oh it's all right."

It was rather awkward; the atmosphere in the elevator was a bit strange. The boss felt embarrassed by the rejection, while the employee was uneasy because they had rejected the boss.

After exiting the elevator, Nie Yuan headed towards the company's parking space, where a Voyah Dreamer slowly drove up.

"Mr. Nie, I'll be going now." Zhang Ping greeted him, and Nie Yuan smiled and nodded, watching Zhang Ping walk inside.

It was already strange that Zhang Ping didn't get off the elevator on the first floor. Why did she walk further into the underground parking lot? Was someone waiting for her in a car inside?

I got into the Voyah Dreamer and glanced at it in the rearview mirror.

"Um--?"

"Wait a moment."

Just as the driver was about to start, Nie Yuan stopped him and noticed that President Nie had turned around and come to the third row to look back.

Nie Yuan's pupils contracted sharply. What did he see?
How did Zhang Ping end up in that Rolls-Royce Phantom? That fleet of cars should be the standard configuration for the chairmen of the major business divisions of Junxiao Group, right?
Zhang Ping is Han Xue's friend, but Han Xue is just the chairman's special assistant of Junxiao Hotel Group. Could it be that Gao's car was going to Tianning?
Unexpectedly, Zhang Ping actually had the opportunity to meet President Gao; this was a huge stroke of luck. No wonder she didn't join me. Compared to the chairman of a subsidiary of Junxiao Group, I was nothing; even President Ma couldn't compare.
Thinking about this, he felt even more justified in rejecting Zhang Ping.

Tang Tang was at the front desk of the Junxiao Wanghu Hotel, still thinking about what had happened from last night to today, as if she were in a dream.

Zhou Xiaomei leaned closer and said, "Tangtang, it's almost tomorrow, and I'm suddenly a little nervous. Is that job really that easy, with a monthly salary of 5 yuan?"

Tang Tang looked at her and said, "If you don't want to go, it's not too late."

“I’m scared, but I’m even more afraid of being poor. I don’t want to miss this opportunity.”

Tang Tang lowered her head and thought of Han Xue again, who drove a Land Rover, lived in a big house, and had a Rolls-Royce Phantom convoy to accompany her on outings, along with a security team.

Zhou Xiaomei's words reflected her own feelings. She was inherently ambitious, but in this society, ambition alone was useless. Without the help of a benefactor, ambition was nothing but a joke. This trip to the yacht was an opportunity. The interviewers said the yacht owner was extremely distinguished, and the complex interview process, with its attention to so many details, all indicated that the owner's status was extraordinary.

"Many people go alone and aren't afraid. We're together, so what's there to be afraid of? This is our chance to change our destiny. Let's go!"

Zhou Xiaomei seemed to feel a sense of security, as if she were cheering herself on, "Keep going."

"By the way, Tangtang, you mentioned fate. It's really a mystery. Fate is unpredictable."

Tang Tang looked at her, puzzled, as if asking her what she meant.
Zhou Xiaomei glanced around and whispered in her ear, "Before work started this morning, the Economic Investigation Department came over. They said the group audited some of the accounts handled by Vice President Li overnight and found problems. Today, the Economic Investigation Department came and took him away."

{So fast? He offended Han Xue last night, and this morning Vice President Li was taken away?}
{I no longer have to worry about his harassment and retaliation; I feel so relieved. Finally, I don't have to leave the Junxiao Hotel anymore.}
{Han Xue is so impressive! Vice President Li, who's practically a god to us, was dealt with by her without her even lifting a finger—it was like crushing an ant.}
"Hey, hey, Tangtang, I'm talking to you, what are you spacing out for?"

Tang Tang snapped out of her reverie, smiled, and said, "I was thinking about something from the past, and I got lost in thought."
-
After Han Xue left, Chen Xiao picked up his phone and looked through the messages Liu Pinhua had sent him.

Liu Pinhua is the general manager of Hengyuan Plaza in Shanghai. He provided a lot of help in Junxiao Commercial Management's acquisition of Hengyuan Plaza, including lobbying some shareholders.

A few days ago, Hengyuan Real Estate Group was basically fine. After all, Junxiao Commercial Management, a big client, was willing to pay a lot of money, allowing him to earn back the project's profits for decades in one go, which was a very worthwhile deal.

But in the last two days, several shareholders suddenly changed their minds, switching from support to opposition. Upon learning this, Liu Pinhua was taken aback. After making inquiries, he discovered that these shareholders were all connected to several mining tycoons in South Africa, and seemed to have been influenced by them.

Upon receiving this news, Liu Pinhua didn't dare to delay and immediately sent a message to Chen Xiao. He wasn't a member of Junxiao Group, so he could contact Chen Xiao directly.

If Hengyuan Plaza were to be acquired by Junxiao Commercial Management, his rank would prevent him from reporting directly to Chen Xiao.

Chen Xiao pondered for a moment, then sneered. These few miners really think they're something special.

"Ziqian".

Zhang Ziqian hurriedly walked out of the office. She was organizing data inside. Now that the group has grown, Chen Xiao sometimes wants to check the real-time operating data, so she basically summarizes the operating performance of each business unit every week for future reference.

A few rays of sunlight streamed through the office blinds, landing precisely on Zhang Ziqian's A-line skirt. The grey wool blend fabric swayed slightly as she organized her documents, and the 10-centimeter cleavage above her thighs was faintly visible in the interplay of light and shadow.

Her slender ankles, clad in 5-centimeter nude high heels, made her already straight legs appear even longer. But when she bent down to sit, the delicate curve of her collarbone peeking out from her shirt collar revealed a hint of fragility.

"How's Hassan doing?"

Zhang Ziqian knew that the boss was asking about the Blue Star Guardian branch in Cape Town, a chaotic place where various forces were vying for power. The Blue Star Guardian had just been established and caught them off guard, quickly eliminating Qiao Tao while they were underestimating them.

Qiao Tao was an agent cultivated by these people for many years. His elimination was tantamount to a slap in their face. In addition, no one wanted to see the Blue Star Guardians grow too powerful here, so several frictions have occurred recently.

Fortunately, the members of the Blue Star Guardians are all battle-hardened mercenaries, and they are now well-equipped. In the few conflicts that occurred, the Blue Star Guardians ultimately prevailed.

To prevent a larger-scale attack, Hassan has deployed a contingent of elite troops, along with heavy weaponry, determined to prove himself against them here.

Hassan believed there was immense profit to be made here; with so many mineral resources, who wouldn't be drooling? He hoped Zhang Ziqian would convey his thoughts to the boss.

Chen Xiao naturally expressed his support for this. He wasn't particularly enthusiastic about those mineral resources, though, could mining really make money as fast as he did?

But nobody dislikes having too much money. (End of Chapter)