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

Chen Xiao was sitting in a Rolls-Royce Phantom, rushing back to Bihu Shuangxi. As the car drove out of the Junxiao Huanhu CBD central parking lot, he saw Tang Tang and Zhou Xiaomei getting out of the taxi, looking weak.

They were taken to the city by bus, and then took a taxi to their shift.

Chen Xiao didn't roll down the car window, nor did he greet them. His relationship with them was just a transaction, with no other emotions involved. The only difference was that Tang Tang was Han Xue's roommate.

Tang Tang and Zhou Xiaomei saw the car. "Tang Tang, look, this convoy looks just like President Gao's."

"Yes, but this Rolls-Royce Phantom is an extended version, much more upscale than Mr. Gao's. It looks like he must be a big shot in Junxiao Group."

"A big shot? That must be even bigger than President Gao, right? Could it be President Xu's car?"

Tang Tang shook her head. "No, I heard that President Xu's car is a specially made bulletproof Maybach, worth more than 2000 million, maybe even more expensive than this."

They couldn't figure out the car standards of the bigwigs in Junxiao Group, but subconsciously they felt that the higher the level, the more expensive the car they would ride in. Based on this logic, the owner of this Rolls-Royce Phantom should be of a lower rank than President Xu Wu, but higher than President Gao Yue.

Does the group have such a person? Both of them are considered employees of Junxiao Group, but neither of them seems to have heard of this person.

The two walked along, discussing what the car's owner was like, completely unaware that the car's owner was Chen Xiao, who had driven them around like a rear-wheel-drive car all afternoon.

At this moment, Tang Tang still had a question in her mind: "How come Han Xue has a car fleet just like President Gao's? She's no longer with Junxiao Group."

Bihu Shuangxi
When Zhao Xiangjun's uncle and aunt visited for the first time, they were surprised to find that although the house was decorated in a high-end style, they had both been to Xiangshan Linyu before. Compared to that place, this house was like the difference between a thatched hut and a large villa.

Seeing the two bottles of Moutai her uncle was carrying, Zhao Xiangjun said crisply, "Uncle, you are an elder, you don't need to bring anything when you come to our house."

The uncle chuckled dryly and said, "That won't do. I can't go empty-handed. Every time I asked you for help before, you would buy me clothes. Now that my wife and I have a good income, we should give back to you."

His family was not well-off. In the past, Zhao Xiangjun's mother often subsidized her younger brother, but Zhao's mother herself did not have much money. So Zhao Xiangjun would buy whatever she could for her uncle, because she was afraid that her mother would have to save money at home to subsidize her younger brother.

She knew her uncle's personality; he definitely wouldn't come to her place today without a reason. As for any so-called "return," she didn't believe a word of it.

"You sit with your aunt for a while. I'll go to the kitchen to cook a few dishes. Chen Xiao should be back soon."

"Ask your aunt to help you; she's free anyway."

She brewed him a cup of premium Houkui tea, the verdant leaves gleaming with a jade-like luster under the light. She leaned the tea leaves against the glass, root side down, and slowly poured in 90°C spring water, stopping just as the water level reached the tea leaves.

The tea leaves unfurl in the cup like swords, each one standing upright like a pine tree. The tender buds at the top float and sink, releasing a string of sparkling bubbles, while the middle leaves gradually unfold orchid-like patterns, and the tea hairs settled at the bottom of the cup form a floating golden-green nebula.

The uncle looked at it, his eyes shining, and exclaimed, "Good tea, good tea! The tea that our security manager shows off every day, which costs 1000 yuan a pound, isn't even worthy of carrying this tea."

Zhao Xiangjun didn't explain to him that this tea was a top-grade Houkui, costing nearly 10 yuan per kilogram, which was incomparable to other teas on the market. She said softly, "I'll pack some for you to take home and drink later."

Auntie quickly said, "This tea must be very expensive. He doesn't deserve to drink such good tea. Let's save it for Chen Xiao to use when entertaining others."

Chen Xiao is entertaining people? Zhao Xiangjun then laughed, "Who is he entertaining? He's just drinking all this tea himself. It's alright, listen to me."

She didn't talk much, and it was only thanks to her uncle's family that she could say so much. After she finished speaking, she went to the kitchen, and her aunt quickly followed.

My uncle sat alone on the sofa, sipping fine tea and looking around at the interior decoration. Although it wasn't as luxurious as Xiangshan Linyu, it was still a mansion compared to his own family's conditions. He dreamed of living in a house like this.

The sound of the keypad lock opening came from the front door, and the uncle quickly stood up, knowing that Chen Xiao must have returned.

He's a little scared of his nephew-in-law now. He's not as casual about him as he was when he thought he was just a salesman. He even said he'd let his son learn from Chen Xiao when he came back. Now he realizes how stupid he was. Chen Xiao is a super-rich man with trillions of assets.

The Zhao family now basically all know Chen Xiao's identity: the big boss of Junxiao Group. And in the past six months, Junxiao Group has become a household name in Hanjiang Province; it's a super-giant enterprise in the Hanjiang region and a major taxpayer.

As soon as Chen Xiao entered the house, he saw a figure rushing towards him and was startled. When he realized it was his uncle, he couldn't help but laugh and cry.

He rushed to within two meters of me, bowing and scraping as he greeted me, "Hello, Mr. Chen!"

She put the bag aside, stepped forward and pulled him, saying, "Uncle, don't be so polite at home. Just treat me the same way you treat Xiangjun."

My uncle's heart skipped a beat.

{Oh no! Is he targeting me? Does he think I haven't been respectful enough to Xiangjun?}
He quickly stood up again, "President Chen, don't worry, I will treat President Zhao with the same respect as I treat you in the future."

Mr. Zhao? Chen Xiao didn't react at first, but after realizing that he was referring to Xiang Jun, he knew that he had misunderstood him again.

Xiangjun brought over some cut fruit. "Chen Xiao, would you like some tea?"

"No need, just eat fruit. Don't tire yourself out." He thought about how he had been letting go lately and wondered if she was pregnant.

The uncle hurriedly replied, "Yes, Mr. Zhao, you can rest. Let my wife take care of things."

When addressed as "General Manager Zhao," a hint of confusion flashed in Xiangjun's beautiful eyes. When she realized that she was being addressed, she scolded, "Uncle, you're getting senile. You've made me lose my appetite."

Chen Xiao followed her words and said, "Yes, Uncle. No matter what, she will always be your niece. Just call us by our names at home."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Chen."

He tried for a long time and found that calling out to Xiangjun was no problem, but he just couldn't muster the courage to call out to Chen Xiao.

Zhao Xiangjun said from the side, "Alright, let him shout whatever he wants, don't make things difficult for him. I'm going to the kitchen to get busy."

Chen Xiao said, "Uncle, have some fruit. I'm sorry to trouble you today, but you can skip the cigarettes. Or we can go outside to smoke."

He was planning to have a child with Zhao Xiangjun, so naturally he couldn't let her smell the cigarette smoke.

"No, no, I can resist."

Seeing his restrained demeanor, I couldn't help but smile. I really missed the first time I was at Xiangjun's house, when my uncle pulled me to drink and wanted to share his business experience with me.

Are you happy working at Junxiao Plaza?

My uncle and aunt both work at Junxiao Plaza Store 2. Zhao Hui called Lin Ya to help arrange it. With such connections, no one would bully him on the project. Even my uncle's boss, the security manager, often tries to get close to him, wanting to know where he came from and why even the general manager is so polite to him.

My uncle is keeping his mouth shut. So far, all the store knows is that he was sent by President Lin, but no one knows the specifics of his connections. But just the fact that he was sent by President Lin is enough to make no one dare to mess with him. Not to mention that many people on this project were Lin Ya's subordinates when she was in charge, just considering Lin Ya's current position as the vice president of the commercial management group, who would dare to offend the people she appointed?

“That’s great. Our neighbors are so envious of us now. At this age, we can still earn over 10,000 yuan a month, plus six types of insurance and two types of housing funds. Not to mention us, even graduates from many prestigious universities don’t have this kind of treatment.”

He nodded. What he said was absolutely right. Many college graduates are now unemployed, and finding a job is quite difficult.

"Is there anything we can do for you since you're here today, Uncle?"

He went straight to the point, saying, "They wouldn't come to our house without a reason. My uncle wouldn't bring my aunt and uncle home alone. They're definitely not looking for Xiangjun, but for me."

The younger uncle looked embarrassed and hesitated, but Chen Xiao didn't urge him. Since he had come to see her with something, he couldn't possibly not say it.

Finally, my uncle seemed to have made up his mind and explained the whole story.

It all started when he started working at the Junxiao Plaza No. 2 store. Because he was a person with connections arranged by General Manager Lin, the security manager treated him exceptionally politely, and even the deputy general manager of logistics would often visit him to inquire about his well-being. Before long, everyone in the plaza knew that he was a person with connections arranged by General Manager Lin.

One day, the deputy general manager of logistics invited him to a dinner party. The host was a boss who was in the construction business. His surname was Meng, and he said that he had done all the garbage removal projects at Junxiao Plaza No. 2 Store.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiao's heart skipped a beat. He immediately recognized Meng Jianshu as his classmate, but he didn't interrupt his uncle. Instead, he let him continue. It was clear that Mr. Meng was deliberately trying to befriend his uncle, and the logistics vice president had also said that Mr. Meng's projects were very solid. Of all the partners the Junxiao Plaza No. 2 store had worked with, Mr. Meng was the one he trusted the most. His uncle could tell that the logistics vice president was also flattering Mr. Meng.

During the meal, General Manager Meng suddenly mentioned the Junxiao Commercial Management project, asking if there were any connections he could make, as he also wanted to take over this business. The Deputy General Manager of Logistics immediately said, "General Manager Meng, I'll call and invite General Manager Ma of the Junxiao Plaza Second Store to see if he has time to come over for a drink."

I went out to make a phone call, and when I came back, I explained again that Mr. Ma is the deputy general manager of logistics at Junxiao Plaza No. 2 Store. My uncle just ate and drank on the side. To him, whether it was the deputy general manager of logistics or Mr. Ma of Junxiao Plaza No. 2 Store, they were all leaders. He was just there to accompany them and do his job of speaking less and eating more.

Mr. Ma was indeed invited. As soon as he entered the room, he said, "Old Li, I really didn't want to come. I'm only here today to give you face. But I really can't do what you asked. We have a client who has been cooperating for several years. It's not appropriate to just switch."

His meaning was clear: he was only here for dinner because of Mr. Li's influence; business was out of the question. Mr. Li seemed to have anticipated this. After introducing Mr. Meng, he introduced his brother-in-law, saying, "This is my brother Wang. Mr. Lin personally called and arranged for him to work at the Junxiao Plaza No. 3 store. All his benefits are in accordance with the highest standards of Junxiao Commercial Management."

Mr. Li's eyes narrowed, clearly he had heard of this old man before. He quickly stood up and addressed him in the same way Mr. Li addressed him: "Brother Wang".

The younger uncle was flattered by the compliments from the two leaders, but he knew exactly why, and politely invited Mr. Li to sit down.

Later, as everyone was drinking and chatting, several people praised the younger brother to the skies, to the point that he eventually drank too much. Then, Boss Meng came over and drank with him, saying, "Brother Wang, let's toast to each other's prosperity."

My uncle was still a bit dazed at the time and didn't understand the ambiguity of the words, but he also said boldly, "Come on, let's drink it and get rich together."

When he sat down, he noticed that Mr. Ma's expression had changed, and he seemed very conflicted. Then, Mr. Li whispered something in his ear, and Mr. Ma stood up and toasted Mr. Meng, saying, "Mr. Meng, I was unaware of our relationship before, and I apologize for any offense. Leave this matter to me. Come over within a week to sign the cooperation agreement, and the price per square meter will be based on the Junxiao Plaza second store."

Mr. Meng was overjoyed and clinked glasses with Mr. Ma. His uncle noticed that Mr. Ma deliberately lowered his glass a few notches. He was too dizzy to think much of it at the time, but when he woke up the next day, he felt something was wrong; he felt like he'd been tricked.

He felt like he'd been manipulated by General Manager Meng and General Manager Li, leading General Manager Ma to mistakenly believe he had a share in the deal. However, he figured it didn't matter who did the Junxiao Plaza three stores, as it didn't harm the plaza's interests, so there shouldn't be any major problems. He resolved to be more careful in the future and never go out drinking with strangers again.

Not long after, a young man from the logistics department, who was usually close to him, joked, "Uncle Wang, you're doing a really big business."

The uncle, not understanding what it meant, asked what kind of big business it was. The young man laughed and said, "You're still hiding it from me. Many people know that you and Boss Meng have partnered in the garbage collection business. Now, it's not just the second and third stores in Junxiao Plaza, but also the business of five or six other projects. At this rate, you'll soon be able to do business throughout the entire province."

He was shocked when he heard this. He immediately understood: it must have been during dinner that night that Mr. Ma believed he had a cooperative relationship with Mr. Meng, and Mr. Meng must have mentioned this relationship when discussing business with other projects. If someone asked Mr. Ma and Mr. Li for confirmation, a nod from them would be enough to secure Mr. Meng's project.

Since this project wasn't a large undertaking, and the money came from the various merchants, Junxiao Commercial Management's audit wouldn't even look into the expenses. Everyone knew that my uncle was Vice President Lin's man; which plaza wouldn't give him face? Such a small project was perfect for doing him a favor.

In this way, Mr. Meng secured business in 7 or 8 plazas within a month. When his uncle heard the news, he was extremely depressed. The feeling of being used was really awful.

He spent those days drinking alone at home. His aunt noticed this and asked him why, and he naturally told her everything he knew.

Upon hearing this, the aunt thought even further ahead and her face changed drastically: "You old hag, you've really caused a lot of trouble! It's fine if you're used, but don't let this affect Xiangjun and Ahui's ability to explain to President Chen. You'll be a sinner to our entire family."

These two weren't very cultured. They watched too many palace dramas and immediately thought of Xiangjun being banished to the cold palace by Chen Xiao and Zhao Hui being dismissed from his post. The uncle almost suffered a stroke due to high blood pressure, but luckily his aunt was there and rushed him to the hospital in time, so he was fine.

They really didn't know what to do, so after discussing it, they came up with the idea of ​​coming to confess their guilt today. They were willing to accept punishment, even if it meant being kicked out of the Junxiao Plaza store, to make things clear and prevent the situation from getting worse and affecting Xiangjun and Zhao Hui.

After saying it all in one breath, he felt much better. Then he stared intently at Chen Xiao, waiting for the final verdict: whether he would be "demoted to a commoner."

Chen Xiao listened with a cold smile. Seeing his expression, his uncle's heart skipped a beat. It seemed he was very angry. He was so frightened that he knelt down immediately, "President Chen, I...I was wrong!"

Just then, Xiangjun came out of the kitchen with dishes and saw this scene. She asked in surprise, "Uncle, what's wrong with you today? Are you asking Chen Xiao for New Year's money?"

She often said surprising things, which amused Chen Xiao. Seeing that he could still laugh, his uncle felt a little relieved and said, "It's all my fault, please don't blame Xiangjun."

Zhao Xiangjun asked curiously, "What's wrong? What's wrong with me?"

Chen Xiao pulled her uncle up, "Please sit down first. How could I blame her? She's my boss."

Zhao Xiangjun rolled her eyes at him, knowing that he meant he was the legal representative of the company. "You two have a nice chat, don't be so dramatic. I thought you two were filming a short drama in there."

"Okay, okay, got it, as you command!" Chen Xiao said jokingly.

Zhao Xiangjun turned and went back to the kitchen. Chen Xiao's joke made her uncle realize that his niece Xiangjun had a very high status in the family. She was not dependent on Chen Xiao and living at his mercy as he and his wife had thought.

Actually, this isn't a big deal. It's just that my uncle was used by Meng Jianshu. Aside from Mr. Li, the general manager of Junxiao Plaza's third store, who was likely involved in the scheme with Meng Jianshu, the others were probably just trying to do him a favor. It doesn't even involve bribery. Their methods are something they can never completely avoid.

Chen Xiao is too lazy to even worry about projects worth billions now. He can just leave this trivial matter to Lin Ya to investigate. General Manager Li and Meng Jianshu of Junxiao Plaza's third store will definitely be permanently blacklisted. These people are too hateful. It's like they're playing with their uncle like a fool.

"Alright, Uncle, you don't need to worry about this. Just focus on your work."

He just brushed it off so easily? The uncle couldn't believe it. He thought his wife was so wise. Taking the initiative to apologize was indeed a way to get leniency for confessing. He wondered if he should thank the emperor for his kindness.

The dishes were already cooked, and Chen Xiao stood up. "Come on, let's have a couple of drinks tonight."

He went to the storeroom, took out a bottle of fifty-year-old Moutai, put it on the table, and said, "We'll drink this today."

My uncle is no longer the naive old man he used to be. He often goes to my brother-in-law's (Zhao's father) house for a couple of drinks and has occasionally sampled 30-year-old Moutai. But he hasn't tried the 50-year-old one yet, as it costs many times more than the 30-year-old.

Chen Xiao is able to drink it now because Chen Tao's warehouse is full. Zhao Xiangjun didn't touch the wine he got later. She only brought home 30-year-old wine and a little bit of 50-year-old wine. She kept the rest for Chen Xiao.

Seeing Chen Xiao about to open the bottle, the uncle's stomach was rumbling with anticipation. Just then, Zhao Xiangjun said crisply, "Chen Xiao, you can't drink."

Chen Xiao stopped abruptly, realizing what she had said about not smoking or drinking while trying to have a baby. She quickly replied, "Then I won't drink anymore. Let my uncle drink by himself."

The uncle's mouth was practically watering. This bottle of wine cost hundreds of thousands of yuan! He would have to burn incense for countless lifetimes to be lucky enough to drink it. But he was torn between opening it and not opening it, which was driving him crazy. He didn't know why his niece wouldn't let Chen Xiao drink, or why Chen Xiao listened to her so much.

It seems that the niece has a high status at home, as she can actually keep Chen Xiao in check, and she has a firm grasp on the demeanor of the lady of the house.

Just as Chen Xiao was about to open the bottle again, his aunt said from the side, "Why drink alone? You shouldn't drink anymore. We don't need any more alcohol at home. If you want to drink, go home."

The uncle looked utterly dejected, cursing inwardly, "You old hag, what do you know? You may have wine at home, even a few bottles of Moutai, but that's not the same thing. Years later, I'll definitely recite that line: 'Once upon a time, I had the chance to drink Moutai for fifty years.'"

Especially since Chen Xiao had stopped twisting the bottle, and his uncle looked mournful, he didn't dare to say he wanted to drink, so he could only sit down, sullen and unhappy.

Chen Xiao smiled, understanding the feelings of an old drunkard when faced with this kind of wine.

"Uncle, shall we not drink then?"

"Okay, I won't drink that anymore. I'll just have some plain water."

Zhao Xiangjun was amused by his aggrieved look. She peeled a mantis shrimp for Chen Xiao and put it in his bowl. Then she said to her uncle, "If you want to drink, drink some yourself."

Her uncle glanced at her, then at Chen Xiao, and said, "Never mind, I won't drink anymore."

Chen Xiao took the shrimp from Zhao Xiangjun and said softly, "Eat it yourself, you don't need to peel it for me."

The uncle and aunt exchanged a glance, both understanding each other's meaning. This young couple seemed very much in love.

Chen Xiao then said to Zhao Xiangjun, "Let's take a whole case of this back for my uncle to drink later."

Happiness suddenly descended from the sky, and the uncle's eyes widened instantly. His chopsticks fell onto the bone plate with a "clatter," the sound of which was just like his heartbeat suddenly accelerating.

{A case! That's worth millions! This isn't just a case of wine, it's a house! This one case alone is enough for my retirement.}
My aunt then said, "We don't need that many. A whole box is so heavy. Just take two bottles back for him to try."

Zhao Xiangjun nodded, "That's fine too."

My uncle was about to cry; this woman was simply inhuman. (End of Chapter)