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

He Qing said in a low voice, "I feel bad for her."

Chen Xiao tugged at her hand: "What are you saying? If we're talking about this, then I'm definitely the culprit."

He added in his mind, "Actually, it's all due to my stamina."

"You don't need to say that. If you really need to, I'll go back to live there."

At this moment, Zhang Ziqian and Wang Ping returned after completing the formalities, and Chen Xiao asked her, "Take a look in this showroom and see if there are any car models you like. How about we get a 911?"

Wang Ping then realized that he had come to buy a car for Zhang Ziqian. Thinking about how she had gained a lot today, while He Qing hadn't gotten anything, she quietly said to He Qing while Chen Xiao was showing Zhang Ziqian the car, "You're the only one who got wronged today. Even I got something."

Zhang Ziqian shook her head. "It's not necessary for now. I'll familiarize myself with that car first and practice driving it."

The sales consultant was a little disappointed. Judging from the handsome young man's attitude, it seemed like Zhang Ziqian would pay for whichever car she liked in the next second. He couldn't help but advise Zhang Ziqian, "Miss, with your status, a practice car can be left aside after a short while. A supercar like a Porsche 911 is more suitable for your status."

"Leave it aside?" Zhang Ziqian felt sorry for Ferrari. "Forget it, that car has better off-road capability and is suitable for more situations. I'll drive it and get familiar with it first."

These words were naturally directed at Chen Xiao. The sales consultant, thinking that Wang Ping had gotten a top-of-the-line Panamera for practice, continued to persuade her: "With your status, even if it's a practice car, it can't be too shabby. Like that beautiful lady just now, didn't she also use a Panamera as her first car? By the way, what model is your practice car?"

Zhang Ziqian casually replied, "The top-of-the-line Ferrari Purosangue, with all the optional extras."

The sales consultant immediately froze, his eyes losing focus—who are these people, using a car worth nearly 800 million yuan for practice? How can there be such a huge difference between people? When I was practicing driving, I could only afford a used car for 3 yuan.

Wang Ping didn't know what kind of car it was, so she secretly searched it on Baidu. After seeing the price, she was stunned and whispered to He Qing, "My God, he has already bought Zhang Ziqian an 800 million yuan car."

He Qing glanced at her and said, "Isn't that normal? It's only 800 million."

She was instantly filled with bitterness and resentment. Rich people really do talk differently. It's already 800 million, and he's still saying "that's all"? He gave her a car worth 300 million, which made her feel like she was on par with He Qing. But now it seems there's still a gap. Is she destined to be a maid?
At this moment, Chen Xiao turned around and said, "He Qing, I bought you a car that Ziqian had too. It's also blue. You can alternate driving it with your 911."

The sales consultant listening in the back was almost depressed. Who was this handsome guy? Even Middle Eastern tycoons weren't this rich! Wang Ping was also frustrated. She had just thought she was on par with He Qing, but now reality had slapped her in the face.

Buying a car for oneself is like casually giving money to a beggar, but for He Qing, it's like thinking of her when buying a car for someone else. The difference is probably like being separated by several galaxies.

{I've accepted my fate, I've accepted my fate. Being He Qing's dowry maid is my greatest pursuit in this life.}
Wang Ping clenched her delicate little fist and reset her life goals.

He Qing was no longer bothered by such things. In her heart, she and Chen Xiao were family. She was used to her husband giving her small gifts. Eight million might be a lifetime's worth of wealth for others, but for her man, it was more than he could earn in the blink of an eye.

She wasn't wrong; Chen Xiao did blink just now because a system message arrived:
"Ding~ It has been detected that the host has received a business commission bonus of 1200 million yuan from Dr. Feng Robotics Technology Group and a dedication bonus of 11.76 billion yuan. The remaining balance after the bonus is 610 billion yuan."

"Ding~ The host has received a commission bonus of 600 million yuan from Zhifei Aerospace business and a dedication bonus of 5.88 million yuan. The remaining balance after the bonus is 615.9 billion yuan."

In the blink of an eye, he'd earned 17 billion; the money for the car was nothing to him. Ma Jing also had a good day, taking home 180 million. This little assistant was probably the highest-paid of all Chen Xiao's women, even higher than Xu Wu. Thinking about this, Chen Xiao felt that Junxiao Group's salary system was a bit unreasonable. With such rapid growth, if salaries were based on scale, they would have to be recalculated almost every month.

He thought about it and realized it was time to revise the compensation packages for senior executives. Several business units had the potential to reach trillions in scale in the future; by increasing the salaries of the top executives all at once, it would save them the trouble of making adjustments every month.

I acted on my thought immediately and sent a message to Xu Wu, expressing my opinion. Xu Wu had been on a trip to inspect the supply chain and many companies' investment projects for nearly a month. He was originally scheduled to return in the next couple of days, but he said that a supply chain company had some issues that delayed things, so he would have to wait another two days.

Fortunately, this salary adjustment only involved a few senior executives, so there wasn't much work to be done. She approved it and just needed to notify HR to implement it.
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Xu Jun has been in Shanghai recently, where he held a final negotiation with Liu Pinhua. The negotiation went smoothly, and now they are just waiting for the shareholders' meeting of Hengyuan Group to approve the matter. It is believed that the news of Junxiao Commercial Management's full acquisition of Junxiao Plaza in Shanghai will soon make the front page of major financial news.

He hadn't been back to Jiangzhou for a long time. His wife called him, and he didn't know if she was joking or genuinely worried, but she asked if he was having an affair.

This is only natural. When Xu Jun was the general manager of Jiangzhou Junxiao Plaza, his annual income was around 100 million yuan. When he went out to socialize, young girls would throw themselves at him. Now, as the chairman of Junxiao Commercial Management, he holds a high position and great power.

Fortunately, Xu Jun has always handed over his salary as soon as it was deposited into his account, which puts his wife at ease. However, given Xu Jun's current position, he hardly needs to spend his salary anymore, as almost all of his expenses are reimbursed by the company.

He was homesick, so he took advantage of the fact that the Hengyuan Plaza incident had come to an end to go home and visit his son. He was worried that his son would cause trouble outside if he wasn't disciplined for a while. He and Liu Pinhua had done everything they could, and now they could only wait for news.

Sitting in the back of the Rolls-Royce Phantom, Xu Jun took a sip of champagne and let out a satisfied sigh. Not long ago, he was just a relatively successful professional manager. Who would have thought that just a year later, he would have such a position in the business world? His former boss, Peng Yu, had offended General Manager Zhao and lost the competition to become the general manager of Jiangzhou Junxiao Plaza. He heard Peng Yu was in a terrible situation, working as the general manager of a small community project. He used to earn over 200 million yuan a year, but now he's taking jobs for 50 yuan. He used to be one of the top figures in Jiangzhou, but now he has to go to various contractors to solicit business and attract investment, treating everyone like a big brother.

What if he hadn't offended General Manager Zhao back then? With his position as the General Manager of Wansheng Group's Jiangzhou region, he should have had a greater advantage than me. In that case, I would probably be Peng Yu today, while I would likely be transferred to another store in Wansheng Group as a general manager, and I would definitely be doing very poorly.

But there are no "what ifs" in life. What is destined to happen will happen. Xu Jun took another sip of champagne—life's success is nothing more than this.

My phone rang. I glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Tom, the president of NK's China region. Just a couple of days ago, Jack, the executive director of the global headquarters, actually tried to meet with President Chen. Didn't he even consider who President Chen was? Why would he want to meet with him?
Later, Xu Jun consulted with General Manager Chen, and as he had guessed, General Manager Chen had no time to deal with him.

Xu Jun was annoyed that Tom wouldn't give him face, but from a business perspective, if NK could compromise, Xu Jun felt he had regained some ground. Besides, NK had a large market share, and if Jiexun Sports could obtain the national authorization for this brand, it would be the most damaging to Jincheng Sports Group. Otherwise, forcing NK to fully support Jincheng Sports Group would only prolong its survival.

Destroying Jincheng Sports Group is his and Luffy's main goal, and everything else can be put aside for this goal.

Moreover, he was unhappy with Tom, but had no grudge against the NK brand, so after thinking about it, he replied to Tom: President Chen doesn't have time, if Jack wants to discuss cooperation, he should come to Jiangzhou to see him.

Tom called today, which means Jack probably wants to see me, otherwise he wouldn't have called. But it's clear that Jack is a bit arrogant, as he didn't contact me personally. However, there's another possibility—he thinks that Tom and I are both Chinese, so it would be easier to communicate.

He probably doesn't know that he has a conflict with Tom. After answering the phone, Tom, who has been beaten up by Jun Xiaoshang lately, is much more obedient and extremely polite to Xu Jun. Just as Xu Jun guessed, Jack is coming to see him, and seems a little impatient. Xu Jun is still on his way back to Jiangzhou, but Jack has already brought Tom to Jiangzhou.

"I'm tired today, come to the company tomorrow morning."

Tom's face was grim after the call ended. Xu Jun was far too arrogant. He could tolerate himself, but Jack was the executive director of NK's global headquarters. If it were any other client, they would have canceled everything to meet him. But Xu Jun was asking him to wait until tomorrow.

At the Junxiao Lakeside Hotel, Jack looked at Tom, whose face was pale, and asked, "What do you mean?"

He said he had something to do today and that we would meet in his office tomorrow morning.

Jack was a little unhappy, but the situation was beyond his control. "Alright, what fun places are there in Jiangzhou? Let's go relax tonight and then go see him tomorrow."

"Mr. Wei from Jincheng Sports Group happens to be in Jiangzhou today and would like to treat you to dinner tonight."

She glanced up at him. What a coincidence! He clearly came on purpose. Normally, Jack might not have been willing to meet with a client, but he happened to be free tonight, and Jincheng Sports Group was, after all, NK's largest client in China, so he nodded.
Having someone to meet him makes things much more convenient, otherwise he and Tom wouldn't know where to go if they were unfamiliar with Jiangzhou and didn't know where to go for fun.

When Xu Jun arrived home, his wife was sitting on the sofa. This house was a large 270-square-meter house that he had bought after receiving his year-end bonus last year. When Mrs. Xu saw Xu Jun return, she stood up happily and said, "Old Xu."

She went to the entrance to help Xu Jun change into slippers. He hadn't been back for a while, and his treatment had improved. Xu Jun gave his wife a hug and said, "You've been working hard lately."

Mrs. Xu brewed him some tea. "Take a rest. After this business trip, you've practically become a Shanghai local. You can't even stay for half a day after you come back."

Xu Jun took the cup and said, "The boss has treated me well. I've given my life to the company. I'll dedicate myself to it until my dying breath."

Madam Xu sighed and said, "You've really had a second spring in your old age. I can't believe how much things have changed in the past year. I used to be able to joke around with my girlfriends, but now they've all become sycophants. I don't even have anyone to joke with anymore. It's really boring."

Her former social circle consisted mostly of the wives of Xu Jun's old colleagues. Some of them were still working as project general managers at Wansheng Plaza, while others had joined Junxiao Commercial Management as project general managers. They were considered to be doing quite well, but the difference between them and the chairman of Junxiao Commercial Management was like night and day. Their wives would definitely tremble with nervousness when they saw Mrs. Xu. Apart from flattering her, who would dare to joke with her? "Back when you were a store general manager at Wansheng Group, an annual income of 100 million was considered very high by me. Who would have thought that you would now earn 500 million a year? Now, seeing so much money every month, I don't even know how to spend it."

Xu Jun laughed heartily, "This is nothing. When I called General Manager Xu at noon to report on my work, she said she was preparing to give us another pay raise."

"Another salary adjustment?" Madam Xu's mouth gaped open. "There have been several adjustments this year already. Another one? Last time they added 200 million at once. I hope they won't add that much again this time."

"There should be." Xu Jun has already given Lu Tao a salary of 500 million, which is one of the reasons why Xu Wu is adjusting salaries this time. It is obviously inappropriate for the chairman to have a salary that is almost the same as that of a regional general manager.

"Ah—I need to think about where to spend all this money. I'll plan it out carefully these next couple of days."

At that moment, Xu Jun's phone received a notification, showing a new unread email. He habitually opened it, and when he saw the content, even someone as composed as him found himself breathing rapidly.

Mrs. Xu, thinking something had happened, hurriedly asked, "Old Xu, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Xu Jun's face was flushed, and his hand holding the cup trembled uncontrollably, the lid rattling against the rim with a crisp sound. "The email about the pay raise is out."

"Haha, Lao Xu, I'm telling you, now that you're in such a high position and have so much power, you should be able to remain calm even if Mount Tai collapses in front of you. How come your mentality is even worse than that of an old lady like me? Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"

"By the way, how much did it increase this time? It couldn't have really increased by 200 million, could it?"

Xu Jun took a deep breath, pressed his right hand down with his other arm, and placed the cup on the coffee table. Then he picked up his phone, glanced at it again, counted the zeros, and finally said in a trembling voice, "50 million annual salary."

Mrs. Xu's smile froze instantly. After a long while, she said, "Old Xu, how come you've learned to joke? Did you see an extra zero?"

"Look for yourself, I've counted it, it's 5000 million."

Mrs. Xu took the phone and saw the string of seven zeros. Suddenly, the teacup in her other hand tilted, spilling scalding tea onto the tablecloth, but she didn't even notice. Her fingers trembled slightly, as if the message on the email that read "annual salary of 50 million" was a red-hot coal.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, and her lips opened and closed unconsciously, like a stranded fish. A buzzing sound filled her ears, and Xu Jun's voice became distant and indistinct: "No wonder President Xu said that this time the increase would be in full, ensuring that there would be no further salary adjustments within a year."

Mrs. Xu frantically calculated in her mind: this amount of money was equivalent to the sum of the past ten years, enough to buy several villas and a luxury car for her son. But the number was too large, and it felt like an illusion.

The cicadas chirped shrilly outside the window, and sunlight filtered through the gauze curtains, casting dappled shadows on her face, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, just like her mood, which was oscillating between ecstasy and fear.

"Is this money... safe?" She suddenly lowered her voice, as if afraid of being overheard. "What if the boss fires you one day?"

Xu Jun chuckled, “You underestimate President Chen and President Xu too much. 5000 million is an astronomical figure for many people, but for them, it may not even be enough for a month’s food expenses.”

"What?!" Mrs. Xu was stunned, finding it hard to imagine what kind of life the super-rich lived.

"You haven't seen how lavishly Mr. Chen spends money. The acquisition of a shopping mall I'm negotiating this time is worth 950 billion RMB."

Madam Xu remained silent for a long time, and Xu Jun teased, "Mount Tai didn't collapse in front of you, but a mountain of gold came to you first. Now you can laugh at my unstable mentality, right?"

"Don't speak, don't speak, let me calm down."

Xu Jun shook his head, got up and went to the rooftop garden to tend to his flowers.

He Qing and Wang Ping left the Porsche 4S store. In the car, He Qing said apologetically, "Pingping, I might be staying at Xishan Linyu for a while, so it might not be convenient for me to take you with me this time."

"Oh no—is this a case of my joy turning into sorrow? I just received a car, and now I hear this bad news."

Seeing Wang Ping's disappointed look, He Qing had no choice but to explain the whole story. Xiang Jun had called her over to prevent Chen Xiao from suffering, and He Qing was her favorite little sister, so she had called her over.

He Qing originally thought that when Xiang Jun was around, she should try to keep some distance from Chen Xiao to avoid making Xiang Jun feel sad. However, since Xiang Jun invited her this time, she also felt that Chen Xiao was suffering a lot every day, so she agreed to go. But she felt it wouldn't be good if she brought Wang Ping along and the three of them messed around. So this time, she could only ask Wang Ping to make do.

“I will try to create more opportunities for you in the future. You don’t need to be like this anymore. The fact that he took the initiative to give you a gift today means that you have made some progress in your position with him. I believe you will soon achieve your goal.”

Wang Ping hummed in agreement and said without reservation, "I hope so. Every time I see you having so much fun, it makes me so anxious."

"You need to watch your mouth; you're always spouting such vulgar and offensive language."

Back in the office, Wang Ping was still muttering, "He really spoils you. He bought a car for Zhang Ziqian, but he didn't forget to buy one for you. I don't think anyone else gets this kind of treatment."

He Qing was happy, but she still said rationally, "Several other people drive themselves, but I'm the only one who occasionally likes to drive myself."

Wang Ping hummed in agreement: "However, I'm not so envious of you anymore. I also drive a car worth 300 million, and thanks to the monthly dividends from the crab hotpot restaurant in Yucheng Junxiao Plaza, the amount of money I can personally spend is no less than yours."

I couldn't be bothered with her. He Qing had nowhere to spend her money right now. She had so much of her monthly salary that she had nowhere to spend it. Besides, she was Chen Xiao's woman now, so what did she need so much money for?

Sitting on the sofa, I opened my laptop to prepare for the approval and signing of documents. I saw a new email in my inbox, opened it, and exclaimed in surprise, "Another salary increase?"

Wang Ping quickly leaned over, and the moment she saw the email, the sense of satisfaction she had felt, that she and He Qing had roughly the same disposable income, vanished instantly.

"What the hell? How could you suddenly increase it by so much? A 3000 million annual salary? He Qing, are you even human?"

He reached out and slapped her, saying, "What are you saying? Believe me or not, I'll dock your year-end bonus."

Wang Ping said with a long face, "If you have the nerve, then deduct it. You earn 30 million a year, and you deduct my 3000 million a year. Waaah, the gap between us is getting bigger and bigger, it's 100 times bigger now. Your salary makes me feel inferior."

Are you short of money?

Wang Ping didn't know what He Qing meant, but after thinking about it, she realized that she really didn't lack money. Not to mention that the crab hotpot restaurant could give her hundreds of thousands of yuan a month, her monthly salary of 8 yuan was enough for her to squander. She was living and eating with He Qing now, so she didn't need to spend her own money at all.

"If you have enough money, then isn't the amount of money just a number?"

She took a bottle of iced drink from the refrigerator, unscrewed it, took a sip, and sat down on the sofa: "Your current level is different from mine. I've thought about why I can't reach your level. It's because I haven't even become a maid yet. If I become an empress one day, I'll have that level too."

"Stop being silly and get to work. If you're going to donate a library to your alma mater, do it as soon as possible. Don't keep the old principal waiting."

"I'll wait two days, and after I pick up the car, I'll drive there myself and go home for a bit while I'm at it."

She rolled her eyes at her, thinking how showy she was, and waved her off to get to work. Wang Ping didn't mind at all; she was in a great mood today. The thought of getting her dream car in a few days and driving it home, along with the looks from her neighbors, made her feel incredibly happy.

At Egret Villa, a Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly drove up in the night and stopped in front of the restaurant. The car door opened slowly like a stage curtain, revealing the ivory white leather seats inside. A foot in a red-soled high heel emerged, the toe lightly touching the ground like a dragonfly skimming the water.

The villa's spotlights swept across, illuminating her porcelain-white ankles and the slender lines of her legs that were faintly visible through the slit in her skirt, with shadows and light spots flowing across her skin.

Gao Yue got out of the car, one hand gripping the door frame, her spine ramrod straight like a swan's neck, the other hand gently resting her Hermès crocodile handbag against her waist. (End of Chapter)