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

Chapter 504 Treated as a Psychopath
Zhang Ziqian said naturally, "Let's go, let's get the formalities done."

It was confirmed. The saleswoman thought she was right; the beautiful woman in front of her was the real deal. She had only taken a few steps with Zhang Ziqian when the gentleman behind them called out, "Wait a minute, Ziqian, why don't you buy two? Buy an extra Azzurro La Plata blue one."

Zhang Ziqian hummed in agreement, knowing that he was probably buying it for some woman again, but she had done this many times before and was very familiar with the process.

The sales staff were shocked by Chen Xiao's shamelessness. To be so shameless as to buy a car that costs nearly 600 million yuan and then ask someone to buy two at once? This is truly something I've never seen before.

She still held onto a sliver of hope, wondering if the man might come and pay when she was about to pay. But when Zhang Ziqian swiped her card, she was completely convinced that Chen Xiao was a gigolo. He was probably the most successful gigolo ever, finding such a beautiful rich woman who was also so generous with his money.

After the formalities were completed, the saleswoman quietly asked Zhang Ziqian, "Miss, how much do you spend on him each month?"

Zhang Ziqian had no idea that she was treating Chen Xiao like a gigolo. She looked at her suspiciously and said, "I haven't calculated it. Why bother calculating it? Just swipe your card."

The salesperson fell silent. Money really does allow you to do whatever you want. They envied the handsome guy, but even more so the beautiful woman.

Just then, Chen Xiao walked over and said, "Ziqian, this car has many optional accessories. Select them all."

"Ah—okay."

The configuration list needs to be revised again, but the sales staff are both happy and worried. Once all the options are selected, the final price will probably be 750 million yuan, and two cars would cost 1500 million yuan.

I really have to thank that gigolo; his "shamelessness" made him who he is, and he's getting a hefty commission.

"Ziqian, hurry up and get the paperwork done. We'll go check out Porsche later and see if there's anything we like that we can buy together."

"Oh my god—the salesperson really couldn't stand it anymore. You were shamelessly living off a woman to help me with my sales, but now you're living off a Porsche, and I can't stand it."

"Hey beautiful, you've bought him so many cars, he can't possibly drive them all!"

As Zhang Ziqian signed the revised configuration sheet, she said nonchalantly, "It's nothing, he probably wants to give it away."

The saleswoman pinched herself. What did she say? Give her away? Not only is she supporting this gigolo, but she's also helping him support his other women. Good heavens, this has truly redefined my standards for a good woman.
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He Qing and Wang Ping returned to Yunfeng Building, where they changed into a light blue Porsche 911 and went to the 4S store for maintenance.

Having not driven for a long time, the familiar feeling instantly ignited He Qing's passion. This was a driver's car, with steering as precise as a scalpel: the steering wheel had almost no play, the steering response was direct and linear, and a slight turn was enough to allow the front of the car to precisely cut into the apex of the curve.

The PDCC dynamic chassis system almost completely eliminates body roll, making the car as stable as a railcar when cornering. This car is equipped with an optional sports exhaust, and the roar and backfire of the horizontally opposed engine further stimulate the adrenaline.

Looking at the beautiful and cool He Qing, Wang Ping said sourly, "There is such a big difference between people. Some people have so many cars that they don't have time to drive, while others don't have a car to drive."

He Qing chuckled, of course knowing that the two people she was referring to were herself and her. Wang Ping seemed to have gotten used to the sourness and didn't take it seriously anymore.

"Wang Ping, about that library donation, if we're going to donate, let's do it to a high standard, like a library building."

"A library?" Wang Ping had originally budgeted several million, but building a library would cost tens of millions.

But thinking about it, He Qing is under a lot of pressure after spending 50 billion this year, so this 1000 million is nothing.

Wang Ping took this matter very seriously. Not only could she do good for her alma mater, but she could also put a blow to Gao Lei's arrogance. Thinking back to how that guy made her and He Qing take so many detours to get to school, Wang Ping particularly disliked him. She was a vengeful person.

She has been working at the Junxiao Charity Foundation for some time and has submitted several projects. She knows the steps for donating to a library: contacting the school to confirm the intention and needs of receiving the donation, submitting a donation application and signing an agreement to clarify responsibilities, waiting for approval from the education department, delivering the materials/funds, obtaining a donation certificate, and monitoring the use of the donation.

So she asked Li Shanshan for the high school principal's phone number and dialed it directly.

A moment later, the call connected, and the old principal's voice was as warm and friendly as ever. Wang Ping had always found the principal's voice very infectious when he held school-wide assemblies.

“Principal Zhang, I am Wang Ping from Class 8, Grade XX.”

Very politely, Wang Ping wasn't as famous at school as Gao Lei, a top scorer in the college entrance exam. Besides, many students had "Ping" in their names—Zhang Ping, Li Ping, and even several Wang Pings—so Principal Zhang couldn't possibly remember them all. He could only reply, "Hello, hello."

"Principal Zhang, I'm contacting you today because I want to donate a library building to my alma mater."

She threw out the topic directly, a smug look on her face, thinking that Principal Zhang must be incredibly excited. Ten million! For a high school back home, ten million is definitely a huge sum.

Principal Zhang remained silent for a while before asking, "Student, are you here to donate books?"

Wang Ping was both angry and amused. Who do you think you are? Why would I donate books? I'm donating the whole set.

"Principal Zhang, I want to donate a modern library building."

She had originally intended to put on an act, but she didn't know if Principal Zhang was hard of hearing, as he misheard "library building" as "books." This completely ruined the atmosphere she had been building up.

Let me explain again, and this rekindles my anticipation—will the old principal get so excited he'll become incoherent? Will I, Wang Ping, become a celebrity at my alma mater from this day forward? Will I be widely praised by the teachers—that we should teach students like Wang Ping, who are outstanding students?

Just as her anticipation was reaching its peak, Principal Zhang replied with three words: "You're crazy."

Hearing the disconnected line, Wang Ping angrily said, "Is this old man senile? I donated a library and he called me crazy."

Unbeknownst to her, in the principal's office of Yucheng No. 2 High School, Principal Zhang was angrily saying to the grade director, "There are just too many scam calls these days. I've seen all kinds of people in my life, and they actually dare to try and scam me."

Do you think that's possible? He said he was from Class 8 of the XXth grade, which means he's only graduated from university two years ago, and he's already donating a library worth tens of millions? Does she think everyone else is stupid?

The grade head also laughed, "Scam calls are indeed rampant now. Their tricks look clumsy, but they're actually filtering customers. If you don't believe them, just hang up like you did. If you can chat with them for a bit, then you're out of your mind and might fall for it."

Principal Zhang nodded. "You're right. I remember Class 8 of Grade XX. You taught physics to that class back then, didn't you?"

The grade head nodded, "He taught me for one semester."

"She claimed to be Wang Ping from Class 8 of Grade XX, and she said it in a very convincing way."

"Wang Ping? I remember her. She's a very pretty young girl."

"This scammer got our student information from who knows where, it's outrageous."

He Qing looked at Wang Ping, who looked utterly dejected. She was truly devastated. She had thought that as soon as she mentioned donating 1000 million yuan, the old principal would immediately invite her to the school for a meeting, and that she would be welcomed with a chorus of applause and treated like a star.

She was called a lunatic, and the huge difference in her attitude almost drove her to depression.

“You deserve it. How can you talk about such an important thing on the phone like that? Why didn’t you mention the Junxiao Charity Foundation when you talked about the donation? You’re in your twenties, and you tell people you’re going to donate more than 10 million yuan. Who wouldn’t think you’re crazy?”

As the saying goes, an outsider's perspective is always clearer. He Qing keenly noticed the problem, and Wang Ping, upon hearing this, suddenly realized that she had been too excited and hadn't put on a good act.

"Wait, I'll try again."

This time I couldn't get through no matter what I tried. "Oh no, did he save my number as a scam number?"

Wang Ping was speechless. How did things turn out like this? She looked at He Qing with a pleading expression, as if asking her for advice on what to do.

He Qing drove the car into the Porsche 4S store, handed it over to the service staff, registered it, and then took Wang Ping to the rest area.

"Let me call the former principal."

After getting Wang Ping's phone number, I dialed it. It rang a few times before being answered. It seemed that Wang Ping had really been blocked. Poor girl.

Principal Zhang was also puzzled by the large number of calls from unknown numbers today, but he still answered them nonetheless.

“Principal Zhang, I am He Qing from the Junxiao Charity Foundation.”

Junxiao? This name is now known to everyone in Qingjiang Province. As the most powerful and super-giant enterprise in Qingjiang Province, the pride of Qingjiang Province, which Qingjiang resident doesn't know it?

"Hello Hello."

Wang Ping pursed her lips. It turned out that it was so simple to excite the old principal. The effect that she had failed to achieve by proposing to donate a library was achieved by He Qing simply mentioning the name "Junxiao".

“Principal Zhang, one of my colleagues just called you. There may have been some misunderstanding.”

Principal Zhang was taken aback. Her colleague? Then she heard, "Wang Ping is my colleague. Our Junxiao Charity Foundation plans to donate a library. We'll submit the donation application and agreement in the next couple of days, and Director Wang Ping will personally come to Yucheng No. 2 Middle School to discuss it with you." "Ah—I'm so sorry, so sorry, I thought it was..."

The old principal chuckled awkwardly, finding it difficult to utter the words "fraudulent call." He felt rather embarrassed. He Qing mentioned the name "Jun Xiao," and given her long-standing position of authority, the air of a superior emanated from her, making it impossible for Principal Zhang to harbor any suspicion.

"Well, Mr. He, I'll contact Director Wang Ping later and schedule a time with her. We will definitely welcome her with the grandest ceremony."

He Qing smiled and said, "Principal Zhang, there's no need to disturb the teachers and students. Let's keep things simple. Our main goal is to do a good job with this donation project and avoid formalism."

"Okay, okay, we'll listen to Mr. He, we'll listen to Mr. He."

Until the end of the call, He Qing did not introduce herself as a student of Chongqing No. 2 Middle School. Saying this on the phone would not only fail to build rapport, but could also easily cause misunderstandings—just like Wang Ping did.

"Alright, Pingping, Principal Zhang should contact you soon. The misunderstanding is cleared up."

Sure enough, Principal Zhang called Wang Ping's cell phone shortly afterward. Hearing the old principal apologize repeatedly, he called Wang Ping a lunatic, and he did so quite loudly that Wang Ping must have heard it.

Knowing it was a misunderstanding, and seeing the old principal's excellent attitude, Wang Ping's anger subsided. She arranged to meet with the old principal at Chongqing No. 2 Middle School in a few days to discuss the donation intentions in person and to hear what the old principal had to say.

"He Qing, let's go to the showroom and look at the cars. There's nothing wrong with lying here."

Knowing that Wang Ping has always dreamed of owning a car, last month, the sales of crab hotpot at Yucheng Junxiao Plaza reached 130 million yuan. They set aside 30 yuan as a reserve fund, and distributed the rest, leaving Wang Ping with 49 yuan. She's recently been thinking about what car to get. She seems to be researching BMW and Mercedes-Benz, but Porsche remains her favorite brand. Moreover, the entry-level Porsche Macan is very affordable now; the base model is even cheaper than 50 yuan after discounts, which is more than Wang Ping can afford with her current income.

Her biggest pressure used to be the mortgage, but now she's been promoted to director at the company, with an annual salary of 100 million yuan. The mortgage and housing provident fund are enough to cover it all. Apart from taking care of her parents, she uses the rest of her earnings to improve her life.

Arriving at the showroom with Wang Ping, He Qing saw various car models on display, including a Porsche 718 and an all-electric Taycan. Wang Ping went straight to the Macan and asked He Qing, "What do you think of this car?"

As an entry-level SUV, He Qing, who drives a top-of-the-line 911, couldn't find any advantages to this car except for its low price, and shook her head.

Wang Ping pouted, "What do you mean? You don't like it?"

The sales consultant standing nearby, noticing that Wang Ping was interested in buying a car, seized an opportunity to strike up a conversation: "Miss, Porsche is a global ultra-luxury brand. The Macan is our entry-level SUV, positioned as a mid-size luxury vehicle, featuring the iconic 'frog-eye' headlights and a three-section grille."

Wang Ping shook her head. Actually, her favorite model was the Panamera, Porsche's only four-door GT model, which perfectly blends sports car performance with executive-level luxury. It was her dream.

Unfortunately, this car is too expensive, and she doesn't have the money to buy it yet. She's thinking about saving up for a while and then buying it all at once.

She looked at He Qing again, "You think this car is no good?"

He Qing hummed in agreement. "You drive it yourself, make your own decisions. My preferences are different from yours."

The sales consultant noticed that He Qing seemed to look down on the Macan, so he sized her up a few times. He Qing's clothes were all from "Xingque" now. The sales consultant looked at her for a long time but couldn't recognize the brand. However, seeing her outstanding temperament, he didn't dare to belittle her. Besides, as a luxury car salesperson, he had extremely high requirements for service attitude.

She asked tactfully, "Miss, what kind of car did you drive last?"

Wang Ping shook her head. "What I want to buy now is my first car."

The sales consultant felt a chill run down his spine, realizing that the chances of closing the deal were slim. Who would buy a Porsche to practice driving? What kind of family would that be?

Then he asked He Qing, "Beautiful lady, what kind of car do you usually drive? You seem to know a lot about vehicles."

Before He Qing could reply, Wang Ping chuckled, "She's an owner of your brand's car; she's here for maintenance today."

"Oh? What kind of car model is it?"

"My Porsche 911, the top-of-the-line model, was also bought from your store."

The sales consultant was taken aback. The store had only sold two top-of-the-line 911s in the past few months, one red and one light blue. They had heard that the same beautiful woman had bought them, and the manager had personally served her each time. Could it be her?
The more she looked, the more she resembled him. This man's demeanor suggested he was a big shot; no wonder he looked down on the Macan—he drove a top-of-the-line Porsche 911. Even if she didn't buy the car, she should still try to cultivate a relationship with him; he was a potential major client.

Just then, someone else came in through the entrance. The sales consultant glanced back, a strange look flashing in his eyes. What day is it today? Why are there so many handsome men and beautiful women? And these two look so noble. The man is so handsome, and the woman's looks are no less than the two beside her. She has a gentle and pleasant temperament.

Following the sales consultant's gaze, Wang Ping turned her head and exclaimed "Ah!" He Qing immediately turned around and saw Chen Xiao and Zhang Ziqian enter.

Chen Xiao and Zhang Ziqian had just finished the paperwork for the Ferrari, but it would still take a few days to pick it up, since they had added many optional accessories. They were just thinking about whether to have a handcart take the Ferrari Purosangue directly to He Qing's underground parking lot at Yunfeng Building, or even park it at Jindi Xiushan Yin, when they unexpectedly ran into them here.

Seeing Chen Xiao's questioning gaze, she knew he was asking her what she was doing there.

“I came to get my car serviced. Pingping wants to buy a car, so I came with her to take a look.”

"Wang Ping is buying a car?" Chen Xiao looked at her, recalling the times He Qing, dressed in pure white, would serve him whenever they were together, and asked Wang Ping, "What kind of car are you planning to buy?"

“Ah—this Macan.” Chen Xiao rarely spoke to her proactively, except in bed where he would be a little more proactive, but even then, it was mostly physical contact. She was so nervous that her mind went blank, and she didn't know what to say. She instinctively pointed at the car in front of her and blurted out a casual reply.

"This junk?" Chen Xiao frowned. But since Wang Ping wanted to buy it, it meant she liked it. He really didn't know how such a pretty girl could have such terrible taste. Little did she know that taste is linked to ability; without ability, one simply wouldn't dare to appreciate many beauties.

"Ziqian, let's buy this car."

Both the sales consultant and Wang Ping were taken aback. The sales consultant wondered if this person was so casual about buying a car, while Wang Ping was surprised that Chen Xiao would give her a car as a gift. Her heart was pounding, and she was so excited that she couldn't speak—President Chen actually gave her something as a gift. This was a huge breakthrough!

In the past, when Chen Xiao gave her bags or other gifts, it was always just a casual gift to He Qing. This was the first time he had given her a car as a special gift. She wasn't happy about the car itself, but rather that it was a breakthrough. She almost cried with joy and even forgot that she didn't even like the car.

Just as Zhang Ziqian was about to go through the formalities with the sales consultant, He Qing couldn't help but say, "Ziqian, she doesn't like this car at all. She likes the Porsche Panamera."

In other words, given He Qing's relationship with Chen Xiao, she would correct things in this way. Most people would just accept the mistake, since having a car is better than not having one.

Zhang Ziqian stopped, and the sales consultant thought to himself, "Oh no, he can give away Macans for free, but Panamera is more expensive. Will he still give them away?"

But the next second, the handsome guy said, "Then let's get a Panamera. Buy her the top-of-the-line model and give her all the optional extras."

Wang Ping and the sales consultant were both momentarily speechless. Wang Ping hadn't expected Chen Xiao to be so kind to her today, thanks in large part to He Qing speaking up for her. The sales consultant was speechless; what kind of family was this, buying a car worth millions as easily as buying cabbage?

"You should go too. You'll need your documents to complete the formalities."

Chen Xiao looked at the silly Wang Ping. She was quite agile in bed, so why was she so clumsy now? He Qing was much more clever.

"Oh, okay, okay."

Wang Ping hurried over to Zhang Ziqian's side, and vaguely heard Chen Xiao say to He Qing, "Is Wang Ping under a lot of work pressure lately, and is she wearing herself out?"

She stumbled and almost fell. Was that the impression he had of her—that she was out of her mind?

He Qing chuckled, knowing Chen Xiao was joking. She asked, "What a coincidence that you're here today too."

Chen Xiao explained that he had nothing to do today and brought Zhang Ziqian over to look at cars. He Qing nodded slightly, not surprised at all that he bought a car for Zhang Ziqian, after all, she was his chief secretary and the person who spent the most time with him.

Wang Ping watched as Zhang Ziqian confirmed the optional list with the sales consultant, then nodded blankly in agreement. Finally, the sales consultant picked up a calculator, tapped away for a while, took a deep breath, and said to Zhang Ziqian, "Miss, the total price is 297 million."

Wang Ping's eyes widened instantly, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her gaze locked onto the white Panamera in the showroom. She had never imagined that one day she could own a car worth 300 million yuan.

If she were to drive this home, it would truly bring honor to her ancestors. She even imagined the shocked expressions on her neighbors' faces when they saw her stepping out of the driver's seat of the Panamera wearing sunglasses.

She couldn't help but laugh out loud when she got excited. Suddenly, she realized that she was still going through the formalities. When she looked up, she saw Zhang Ziqian and the sales consultant staring at her in confusion, as if they didn't know what had made her laugh.

A blush immediately spread from the tips of her ears to her neck. The setting sun shone through the glass curtain wall of the 4S store, casting the shadow of her trembling eyelashes onto the purchase contract. She was completely unaware that her newly done crystal nails had scratched the contract with tiny marks.

Chen Xiao led He Qing around the exhibition hall, asking if she was feeling overworked lately. He Qing smiled and said, "You're making me spend money, and you're worried about me getting tired?"

I chuckled. That's true. Does she have any profit targets? Give her 50 billion. If it's not enough, just keep giving her more. If she doesn't spend it all, it doesn't matter. She can save it for next year.

"Your sister Xiangjun said you can come stay at her house sometime, are you going or not?"

He Qing glanced at him, her face flushing. She understood Xiang Jun's meaning perfectly well. Xiang Jun was clearly afraid of upsetting this "exceptionally capable" old man. She was currently unavailable, and Chen Xiao had been suffering during this time, so she asked He Qing to help.

(End of this chapter)