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

Chapter 510 I've traveled across the ocean to sleep with you

Chen Xiao smiled faintly, but did not speak.

He could pamper a woman, but he would never spoil her. Guo Sheng's thoughts that day had crossed his bottom line.

Guo Fu's long eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a shadow under her eyes, like a butterfly folding its wings, afraid to meet his gaze. Her eyes remained fixed on the tips of her shoes, occasionally glancing uneasily to the side, but quickly looking away, as if Chen Xiao's gaze would burn her.

Her chest heaved faster than usual, but she deliberately kept her breathing soft, afraid of revealing her inner unease. The light reflected a layer of mist in her eyes, but stubbornly refused to condense into tears, only making her eyes appear even more moist.

Feeling that it was about time, Chen Xiao spoke first, "Afu, why did you come to Jiangzhou in such a hurry this time? Is there something you need?"

"Is there something wrong?" Guo Fu looked at him with a wronged expression. Did he really not know why she had rushed over so quickly? He was just asking her this because he was wondering if she had thought it through.

Guo Fu gently bit her vermilion lower lip with her pearly teeth, leaving a faint tooth mark, as if suppressing unspoken words. Unconsciously, she clenched the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning white from the force, and the silk fabric was pinched into fine wrinkles.

With her strong-willed personality, admitting her mistake was no easy task. After a long while, she raised her head, looked directly at Chen Xiao, and said, word by word, "Yes, I have something to do." Her expression seemed to indicate that she had made a very difficult decision.

Chen Xiao's expression changed. He hadn't expected her to stick to that idea. Since that was the case, he had no choice but to—

He said indifferently, "Speak, what is it?" His voice was so cold it seemed to keep people at arm's length.

Guo Fu said softly, "I told you I missed you, so I couldn't wait to cross the ocean to sleep with you. Do you believe me?"

He laughed instantly. He hadn't expected Guo Fu to put an end to the matter with a joke. It was a smart choice. Chen Xiao was very satisfied, and his tone and expression relaxed. He joked with her, "You want to sleep with me? I refuse."

With gritted teeth, Guo Fu stood up and pounced on Chen Xiao. She whispered in his ear, but her words were also fierce: "Then I'll rape you."

Chen Xiao picked her up by the waist and casually pinched her plump buttocks a few times. "Come on, I'll give you a chance, but you can't be a disappointment."

Guo Fu remembered the time she couldn't get out of bed for a whole day, and her heart tightened. Then she thought, surely he wouldn't be that violent every time.

In a small, secluded compartment of the secretary's office break room, Ma Jing and Zhang Ziqian were discussing in hushed tones:

"Mr. Guo has a really good figure, like a ripe peach, both top and bottom."

"Oh, so President Guo wants to climb the social ladder? That's overestimating herself. Does she even have the stamina to handle it?"

"See, see, I told you she couldn't do it. She just gave up. Based on my experience, we have to let Chen Xiao take the lead. Only then will we have a chance to last until the end."

"Oh dear, stop looking! Ms. Guo is crying. Is it because the boss wronged her today?"

"Ziqian, you're so weak! You should hurry up and let Brother Chen Xiao favor you. You don't even know that? There's an idiom called 'to cry from extreme pleasure,' haven't you learned it?"

"So happy she cried?" Zhang Ziqian looked at her, wondering what her elementary school teacher had taught her that made this an idiom.

"Hey, look, Chen Xiao is so mean. President Guo was sobbing so hard, and he still spanked her. Isn't that bullying an honest person?"

Zhang Ziqian covered the small hidden compartment, unable to admire it any longer. She felt that even Xiao Majing was getting a little impatient. This President Guo was not Gao Yue or Lin Ya, whom they knew very well, but President Guo had only met twice in total.

"Let's go, we need to get to work. There's a ton of data to process." He pulled Ma Jing aside and handed her a tissue: "Go wipe your drool."
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Wang Ping finally got her hands on the Porsche Panamera four-door GT coupe she had been longing for. She was currently speeding back to Chongqing on the highway. Her fingers gently caressed the delicate Nappa leather stitching on the steering wheel. The warm touch was like touching a carefully polished piece of jade. The subtle resistance of the leather rubbing against her palm with each turn brought her a sense of pleasure.

Wang Ping's first car was a top-of-the-line model with optional extras that cost nearly 300 million yuan. If it weren't for He Qing's incredible talent, Wang Ping felt that she had already reached the pinnacle of her life.

She drove back this time to discuss the donation of a library with the former principal. The company has several Voyah Dreamers that can be used for business purposes, but she still chose to drive herself.

Wealth and honor do not return to their hometown, just like walking in brocade at night.

Her thumb unconsciously flicked the aluminum paddle shifters behind the steering wheel, the crisp "click" sound like some kind of luxurious toy, making her want to play with them repeatedly. On the 12.6-inch floating LCD instrument panel, the tachometer needle swept across like a red ribbon, and the speedometer numbers danced in the dark blue backlight. She stared at the Porsche's signature crimson UI interface, as if watching a private light show.

She secretly curled the corners of her lips—this was the kind of privilege she used to envy other wealthy wives, and now it was finally hers.

At this point in my life, I have few regrets. I only ask God to give me Chen Xiao. I don't want anything else. At the same time, I'm thinking to myself, "It seems that with Chen Xiao, all my other dreams will be easy to achieve."

This time, He Qing wasn't with her as before, but driving this Porsche, it seemed that President Wang's demeanor was different.

The crab hotpot restaurant that Wang Ping and He Qing opened together at Junxiao Plaza in Yucheng has been making a lot of money. After entering a stable period, it still has a daily turnover of about 4 yuan, and on weekends it can reach 6 to 7 yuan. This restaurant is Wang Ping's current source of confidence.

Last month, I received my share of the money. I was planning to buy myself a car, but I ran into Chen Xiao and ended up with a top-of-the-line Porsche. I then deposited 50 yuan with my parents so they could renovate and repair their old house in their hometown.

Unlike the He family, He Qing's family didn't interfere with the shop at all. The shop was kept for her father to earn pocket money, and her cousin He Jie and her boyfriend Gu Zhang usually helped manage it. Wang Ping's family was the opposite. Wang's father didn't even know what the shop looked like, and had never been there. He only knew that his daughter had invested in a shop, but he didn't know how much she had invested or how the business was doing.

The elderly couple were shocked to suddenly receive 50 yuan from their daughter. They were afraid she had done something heinous, otherwise, how could she earn so much money? They didn't realize that even if she did something wicked, earning 50 yuan a month would be difficult. They immediately called Wang Ping to ask what was going on, only to learn that their daughter had received a share of the profits from her investment in a shop. The couple were slightly relieved, thinking their daughter had really struck it lucky. Their neighbors were saying that business was tough these days. Some even said that anyone who suggested investing in a physical business at a time like this was just trying to scam them.

They never expected their daughter to make so much money with her very first store. What else could it be but luck? Wang Ping said on the phone she'd be back in a couple of days, and the elderly couple had prepared a whole table of dishes to welcome her home.

Wang Ping's first stop was naturally Yucheng No. 2 High School. She used to watch "feel-good" dramas where security guards would let luxury cars through without hesitation. But reality taught her that those things were unreliable. Wang Ping remembered the security guard; he was a middle-aged man a few years ago, but now he had aged into an old man.

The old man is still the old man. Even if he drives a three-million-yuan Porsche, it won't work. He resolutely refused to let her in and even said to Wang Ping, "Didn't you see the sign that says no non-resident vehicles are allowed in?"

What a waste of such a nice car! Wang Ping could only say, "I had an appointment with Principal Zhang."

The old man remained unyielding, saying, "Then have Principal Zhang call."

Just then, another car arrived. Because Wang Ping's car was blocking the entrance, the driver stuck his head out and asked, "What's going on? Are you coming in or not?"

Wang Ping glanced at the Mercedes-Benz and, with no other choice, was about to move it when the back door opened and a middle-aged man got out and jogged over, saying, "Ms. Wang, you've returned to Chongqing."

"Hey, is it you?"

The owner of this Mercedes was none other than Mr. Han, who had accompanied He's father to Jiangzhou last time and was chosen by He Qing to manage all the canteens for the Junxiao Charity Foundation's donation projects. He was a local businessman whom He Qing was heavily supporting in Chongqing. He could also be considered a force cultivated by the He family in the local area. Judging from Mr. Han's demeanor, he had already settled into the role and treated the He family as his masters.

Upon seeing Mr. Han, the security guard immediately stepped forward and politely greeted him, "Mr. Han, you've arrived."

"Old Liu, why did you stop Mr. Wang's car? Let it go right away." Then he said to Wang Ping, "I'm currently in charge of the school cafeteria, so I'm quite familiar with them."

As Mr. Han was speaking, he tossed a cigarette to the security guard. Old Liu immediately exclaimed, "Knowing she's your friend, there's no need for Principal Zhang to call. This beautiful lady, please go ahead."

"Mr. Wang, is Mr. He not coming back this time?"

Wang Ping knew, of course, what President Han was thinking. His future was in the hands of the He family, so he couldn't miss any opportunity to curry favor with them.

It was a pity that President Han was somewhat disappointed to learn that He Qing hadn't returned. But he also knew that this President Wang was President He's best friend, one of her closest confidantes, and that she valued appearances even more than President He herself, so he had to be careful in serving her.

After entering the school and parking the car, Mr. Han learned the purpose of Mr. Wang's visit: to donate a library building to the school on behalf of the Junxiao Charity Foundation. Wow, what a generous gesture, donating tens of millions of yuan.

“I heard that not long ago, a distinguished alumnus of this school, who had done well outside, returned and donated 20 yuan to his alma mater, which caused quite a stir at the time. But compared to what you have done, it is nothing.”

Wang Ping mimicked Chen Xiao's tone and waved her hand, "It's just 1000 million, nothing." President Han's facial muscles twitched. 1000 million was nothing, but that was wealth that many people couldn't earn in a lifetime. However, he knew that Chen Xiao had the right to say that, and in the near future, even he wouldn't care about 1000 million. All of this was thanks to President He's support.

After returning from Jiangzhou, he would visit the He family almost every few days to see if Mr. He needed any errands done, which he would handle personally. Not only him, but he also heard that even President Qin, who used to like to compete with Mr. He, was now deliberately trying to curry favor with him, perhaps having heard something.

It's a pity, he's missed out on so much. President Han knows that President Qin's behavior at the dinner in Chongqing displeased He Qing, while his respect for He's father earned her favor—that's why she supported him. President Qin's realization now is probably too late, but it's better than continuing to compete with He's father for attention; otherwise, he might face serious trouble someday. Now that he's repented, there's still a chance to have some benefits.

Wang Ping went up to Principal Zhang and told General Manager Han to attend to his own business.

Inside the principal's office, Principal Zhang was anxiously waiting for President Wang's arrival. After receiving He Qing's call that day, he specifically sought out the homeroom teacher of Class 8, Grade XX, to confirm whether there was a student named Wang Ping in the class. After confirming that there was no mistake, Principal Zhang shook his head with a wry smile, realizing that he had almost turned away the 1000 million yuan offer.

If Mr. He hadn't said not to engage in formalism and to keep everything simple, just for this 1000 million yuan, there would definitely have been a red carpet and all sorts of elaborate ceremonies. But the Junxiao Charity Foundation is pragmatic; not only did they avoid formalities, they didn't even need to be welcomed—they came to our door themselves.

Principal Zhang felt very impolite and paced back and forth in his office. Just then, he heard a knock on the door. Principal Zhang's tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes deepened with a smile, and his tense facial muscles instantly relaxed. He rushed to the door in three steps, knocking over a teacup on the corner of the table with the hem of his shirt. He didn't even care that the tea had spilled on the documents waiting to be signed.

"Please come in!" The three words came out of his mouth, the last syllable rising in an unusual tone. He wanted to maintain the principal's dignity, but he couldn't help but grin, revealing eight teeth that he would never show when he was disciplining students.

Wang Ping pushed open the door, and Principal Zhang happened to be there to greet her. Looking at the once spirited Principal Zhang, whose temples now had a few gray hairs, she couldn't help but sigh that time waits for no one.

Principal Zhang was somewhat lost in thought. Could such a beautiful girl have come from his school?

Clothes make the man. Back in high school, Wang Ping's family was poor and she couldn't afford a new dress even once a year. It was nothing like what she has now. Plus, girls change a lot as they grow up, and she's become more and more beautiful.

"Mr. Wang, please come in quickly."

After Principal Zhang realized what was happening, he quickly invited her inside to sit down. Wang Ping smiled and said, "Teacher Zhang, you can just call me Wang Ping."

Normally, Principal Zhang wouldn't have been so polite, but this person in front of him was a "walking 1000 million," so how could he dare to do that? If he was dissatisfied and the 1000 million flew away, wouldn't he become a sinner against the school?

Principal Zhang apologized for hanging up the phone that day, and at the same time felt honored that the school had produced such an outstanding alumnus as Mr. Wang. He was unaware that He Qing, who had called him that day, was also a student in Class 8.

When He Qing pointed out the problem with Wang Ping's phone communication, her anger subsided. Plus, she had just received a Porsche worth 300 million yuan that day, so she had no resentment left.

After exchanging a few words of concern with Principal Zhang, we got down to business and discussed the details of the donation intention with him. Then, we handed over the prepared materials, such as the donation application form and the donation list, to Principal Zhang.

Once the relevant procedures are completed, the 1000 million will be credited to your account in one lump sum.

Principal Zhang was surprised that it was so simple and was somewhat incredulous. "That's it?"

"Otherwise, we can donate. As long as it complies with the procedures, the funds are in the school's account, and the money is used for the construction of the library, that's fine. Of course, we will also supervise the process. This money must not be used for any other purpose without our consent."

"Mr. Wang, please rest assured that we will specify the purpose of your donation in the contract."

Wang Ping suddenly laughed, "I heard that not long ago, one of my seniors came back and donated 20 yuan, which the school used to build public toilets."

It's a bit awkward. Gao Lei even called to ask about it, but 20 yuan can't do much besides building a public toilet. We can't just use it to give teachers benefits, can we?

"Well, we're also considering whether to buy some laboratory equipment or install smart recognition devices in the dormitories."

He thought Wang Ping was standing up for Gao Lei, and that Principal Zhang was genuinely considering whether the use of the 20 yuan should be changed so as not to disappoint the outstanding alumni who had donated. Unexpectedly, Wang Ping immediately said, "No, no, I think 20 yuan is just enough to repair the toilet. What kind of equipment can that amount of money buy?"

If you need it for teaching purposes, you can contact me again, and I can continue to donate. As for Gao Lei's 20 yuan, use it to repair the toilets.

Principal Zhang was dumbfounded. She wanted to donate more, and what's more, she meant that she would find a way to meet any needs. Good heavens! How fortunate I am to have raised such an outstanding student! I used to think that Gao Lei was the most outstanding student that Yucheng No. 2 Middle School had produced in many years, but compared to this student, the difference is immeasurable.

He personally escorted Wang Ping downstairs, watching her gracefully open the car door and get into the gleaming Porsche Panamera, a look of gratified satisfaction appearing in his eyes.

The scene before him reminded him of the graduation photo he received from Class 8's homeroom teacher a few days ago. The timid little girl in the photo, dressed in unfashionable clothes, has now transformed into a confident and elegant successful person.

"Great...that's wonderful." His voice was so soft that only he could hear it, as if afraid of disturbing the perfect moment. He didn't look away until the Porsche's taillights disappeared around the corner. When he turned around, he caught a glimpse of a group of students running on the playground and suddenly felt the burden on his shoulders was even heavier—he had to support more of these futures.

Gu Zhang and He Jie were at the entrance of the crab hot pot restaurant in Junxiao Plaza, Yucheng. Thanks to He Qing's influence, the mall is now giving Gu Zhang's family's grilled fish restaurant some preferential treatment. Of course, it can't be the same as He Qing's restaurant, but they are still given the same rent terms for renewal. At the same time, they are also given preferential treatment in terms of consumption subsidies every weekend. This alone brings Gu Zhang's family hundreds of thousands of yuan in extra profit every year.

He Jie often jokes that this is his reward for helping his cousin's family run the shop. Gu Zhang used to be quite accommodating to He Jie, and now that her family has connections, he is even more obedient to her. Gu's family is now urging the two of them to get their marriage certificate every day. Gu Zhang's mother, who used to often complain about He Jie's poor family background, has now become the most enthusiastic person urging them to get married as soon as possible, and she often asks He Jie if she is well, just like the best mother-in-law.

"My cousin has such good foresight. If she had known the crab hotpot business would be so good, we should have joined the franchise back then. Wow, this restaurant is probably making at least 60 yuan in profit a month, making a millionaire in a year. It's outrageous. Most people in the catering industry are lucky to have an 8% profit margin, but my cousin's restaurant is going for around 40%."

He Jie rolled her eyes at him: "You're going to do it? You have so many support conditions?"

Gu Zhang remained silent. The main reason this store had such low costs was that the cost of ingredients and rent were very low. In addition, the mall invested heavily in marketing, which greatly reduced the expense ratio and increased the sales volume. Of course, the profit margin was high.

"Why don't you call Sister Ping and ask her where she is and whether she needs to be picked up?"

He Jie said, "I just sent a message. She's coming from Chongqing No. 2 Middle School. She was talking to Principal Zhang and didn't see the message. She drove here, so we don't need to pick her up. She's just checking out the shop and then going out to eat."

Gu Zhang, who also graduated from Chongqing No. 2 Middle School, exclaimed, "Wow, Sister Ping has even spoken with the principal! Amazing, she's my idol!"

In the students' hearts, the principal is naturally supreme. He graduated many years ago, and this impression seems to be etched into his bones.

“My cousin donated 1000 million yuan to the school. Not to mention the principal, even the director of the education bureau would receive her warmly.”

Gu Zhang exclaimed in surprise, 1000 million? But then he realized he was making a fuss over nothing. 1000 million was an astronomical figure to him, but to his cousin He Qing, it was just a matter of a word. He had heard from He Jie that her job involved spending 50 billion in a year.

When Gu Zhang first heard the news, he was stunned for a long time. He didn't expect his cousin to be so "hard-working," even more so than Wang Duoyu in "Hello Mr. Billionaire."

Wang Duoyu just wants to finish it, but his cousin has to spend 50 billion every year. It's so difficult! Gu Zhang really wants to suffer this hardship for his cousin, even for generations to come.

The Second Middle School is very close to Junxiao Square. Gu Zhang was still there chatting with He Jie about the 1000 million yuan when Wang Ping arrived.

"Sister Ping, you're getting more and more beautiful."

Wang Ping smiled smugly. Now, dressed in designer clothes, carrying a Chanel bag, and driving a Porsche Panamera, she was in a good mood and naturally radiant.

"When you see your cousin, you'll see what it means to get prettier and prettier."

This is also one of the reasons why Wang Ping is so eager to receive Chen Xiao's sperm. She noticed that He Qing's skin has become better and better, and she's become more and more beautiful, ever since she got together with Chen Xiao. Wang Ping used to think that she wasn't much worse than He Qing in terms of looks, but now there's a noticeable difference. She's even afraid that if this continues, Chen Xiao might look down on her even more.

Sigh, my requirements aren't high. Just treat me the same way you treat He Qing. Uh... no, I don't really have high requirements. Just being a bedside companion would be enough.

When this crab hotpot restaurant opened, she planned to visit it with He Qing. However, He Qing was hurt by that bastard Wei Ming, and she didn't come back because she didn't want her family to worry. She came back a few times later, but because of work, she didn't get a chance to properly learn about this "golden goose" that lays golden eggs.

Wang Ping walked around the shop and saw that business was booming; it was packed, and there were many people taking turns cooking outside. She felt that it shouldn't be called "Meat Crab Pot" but should be renamed "Golden Crab Treasure".

(End of this chapter)