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

At the Junxiao Charity Foundation, receptionist Xiao Qin glanced at the man in front of her and asked, "Sir, do you have an appointment?"

Gao Lei looked around at the luxurious decor and thought to himself, "As expected of Junxiao Group's charitable foundation, it exudes luxury everywhere and has the air of a large company. When my own company's profits stabilize in the future, I will also improve the office environment."

Upon hearing the receptionist's question, he calmly smiled and said, "I'm her classmate. I was just passing by today, so I didn't make an appointment with her beforehand. Could you please ask if she's in?"

Xiao Qin thought he looked like an honest man, but she never expected that such a person could lie so easily without batting an eye. Gao Lei had called Wang Ping no less than 10 times in the past two days, but no one answered. Yesterday, he asked Li Shanshan to call her, but she replied that she didn't want to meet, saying that Wang Ping was very busy lately.

Gao Lei could understand this, given the size of the foundation. He didn't know the exact size of the Junxiao Charity Foundation, but with the Junxiao Group involved, it must be quite impressive.

Wang Ping sat in her CFO's office, finally having her own private office. Although compared to He Qing's, this office was at most a birdcage, only about 30 square meters.

A desk, a bookcase, and a small sofa. That's all. There's not even enough room for a tea table, so we had to use a tea tray on the coffee table. This is mainly because this place was originally the headquarters of Junxiao Group, with a large number of people and limited space. So, apart from the chairman's and general manager's offices, the other offices were kept to a very limited size.

Wang Ping was already very satisfied with this environment. Many people might not even be able to get a private office space after more than ten years of hard work. She leaned back in her boss's chair and rocked a few times. This was exactly the feeling she wanted.

The internal phone rang. She picked it up: "Who is this?"

"Mr. Wang, a Mr. Gao who claims to be your classmate says he wants to see you."

Mr. Gao? Wang Ping's first thought was Gao Lei; otherwise, no one else would know she was here, much less come without an appointment. Only Gao Lei, with his persistent nature, and knowing she worked at the Junxiao Charity Foundation, had come to confront her since she didn't answer his calls.

Annoying! Wang Ping had never met such a persistent person. She was about to tell the receptionist to let him go, saying she was busy. But then she thought better of it. It was almost time to leave work, and knowing Gao Lei's personality, if she didn't see him, he would definitely wait at the door, and wouldn't that just lead to her running into He Qing?

"Bring him in."

{He Qing, He Qing, it's all for you. I, Wang Ping, the strategist, have personally entered this game, wasting time with that annoying person until you leave the company.}
Gao Lei looked smug. "Not answering my calls? No one can escape me if I want to find them." He had just overheard Xiao Qin calling Wang Ping "General Manager Wang," and on the way there, he asked, "What's Wang Ping's position in your company?"

When Gao Lei learned that Wang Ping was the CFO, his expression changed. He hadn't expected that the unassuming girl from school could be doing so well. Although he was a boss and should be doing better than Wang Ping, there was one key difference—he owned his own projects and had secured funding. If he were to work in a traditional corporate environment, even with his arrogance, reaching the CFO position within a few years would be an almost impossible task.

It seems this junior sister has changed a lot. I remember back in school, she was probably second only to He Qing in beauty. The only difference was that she lacked He Qing's charm. In terms of facial features alone, the two were equally beautiful. I wonder what she looks like now as a senior executive. And what about He Qing? Thinking of this, Gao Lei felt a surge of excitement. No one else might know anything about He Qing, but Wang Ping definitely did.

He knew that the two of them had lived and eaten together in high school, and Wang Ping often went to He Qing's house for meals and stayed overnight. Later, they went to the same university, which was a new era of inseparable companionship.

When Gao Lei saw Wang Ping, he was stunned. Was this still the same girl who used to dress so plainly?

A simple black maxi dress hugs the figure, accentuating a slender waist and flowing curves, exuding both sophistication and femininity. The skirt drapes beautifully, swaying lightly like flowing water as you move, subtly revealing the sheen of haute couture.

Wang Ping casually pointed to the sofa, "Senior Brother Gao, please sit down."

Gao Lei was somewhat lost in thought, but quickly came to his senses and sat down on the sofa while continuing to scrutinize her.

A touch of retro red lipstick accentuated her snow-white skin, creating a striking visual contrast with her black dress and exuding confidence. A delicate collarbone necklace and a single pearl on her earlobe added a touch of understated luxury, without any unnecessary embellishment. The image of this sophisticated businesswoman in pointed high heels and slightly wavy long hair overlapped with the dowdy girl in the plaid shirt and ponytail from my memory, completely shattering my perception of her.

Xiao Qin poured Gao Lei a cup of tea and placed it in front of him. Wang Ping hadn't specified that her tea leaves be used; she felt Gao Lei didn't deserve them. Holding her own cup, she sat down on the single sofa: "Senior Brother Gao, what brings you here today?"

As she walked by, she left behind a cool, white musk scent that momentarily disoriented Gao Lei. It was no wonder he often boasted to others that Chongqing was full of beautiful women. He Qing and Wang Ping were both exceptional beauties, rare beauties anywhere. Even Li Shanshan was quite pretty, but she paled in comparison to the two of them.

"I heard from the former principal that my junior sister made a big donation when she went to the school; she donated a library building."

Wang Ping waved her hand. She suddenly thought Chen Xiao's gesture was very cool. Her waving gesture was actually made by Chen Xiao.

"It's a small matter, not worth mentioning. Principal Zhang, donating this little bit of money is worth publicizing everywhere."

Gao Lei looked somewhat embarrassed. Wasn't this like pointing at a monk and cursing a bald monk? Your donation of 1000 million was nothing, but his donation of 20 was a school-wide assembly, and he even gave a speech as an outstanding alumnus representative. At the time, he felt incredibly glamorous and became a role model for all the students.

But Wang Ping's 1000 million isn't even worth publicizing. Compared to her, the difference is obvious, making Gao Lei look like a clown. He could only laugh awkwardly, "Junior sister is too modest."

Wang Ping sneered, a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, and said sarcastically, "Mainly because I don't have Senior Brother Gao's eloquence. I heard that you donated two public toilets a while ago. I also heard that you gave a good lesson to the younger students at the school-wide assembly, and all grades are calling on them to learn from you. Some of your speeches are even being prepared as famous quotes to be posted in the classrooms."

If someone else had mentioned this, Gao Lei would probably have smiled proudly, since it was something to be proud of. But in front of this walking 1000 million, he felt mocked and ridiculed.

"It's not worth it, it's not worth it, they went too far."

Wang Ping chuckled, "Exactly. When I went there this time, the former principal asked me to say a few words to the younger students. He even said he wanted to frame them and hang them in various corners of the library. I refused. I was thinking at the time—if that's the case, does that mean your famous quotes, Senior Brother Gao, will be posted in public toilets? Wouldn't that make you infamous?"

Gao Lei's face turned somewhat ugly. He realized that Wang Ping was deliberately mocking him. Back in high school, she had harbored a lot of prejudice against him, and it still did now. There was really nothing he could do; prejudice was a mountain in people's hearts.

He picked up his teacup and took a sip to cover his embarrassment. After Wang Ping donated 10 million yuan to him, when Chongqing No. 2 Middle School thinks of him in the future, the most memorable thing will probably be the public toilet. The most outstanding student in the school's history will seem to have little to do with him anymore.

Damn it, 200,000 yuan wasted, and it's become a joke. It's his fault too; he talked on and on for two hours at a school-wide assembly. Everyone there was barely holding back their laughter. Donating 200,000 yuan to build toilets—these people wouldn't benefit much. There are toilets in the teaching buildings; who's going to use the public toilets on the playground?

Wang Ping found his expression amusing; he had only himself to blame. He was the one who brought up the topic; otherwise, she wouldn't have used it to attack him.

After a moment of silence, Gao Lei asked the purpose of his visit: "Junior sister, how is He Qing?"

She secretly rolled her eyes; she knew it was about this. "Great, great, her boyfriend treats her so well."

Gao Lei's expression changed drastically. Just when Wang Ping thought he was going to leave heartbroken, he suddenly laughed again: "Junior sister, you're lying to me, aren't you? He Qing has such high standards and is always indifferent to boys. How could she fall in love so quickly?"

Wang Ping finally understood why he was so persistent; he was using a particularly manipulative, self-deceptive sales tactic. Everything Wang Ping said was true, but he chose not to believe her. Her thought process was ridiculous; she couldn't very well drag Chen Xiao over to show him. Besides, Wang Ping didn't want Chen Xiao to know about Gao Lei; what if there was a misunderstanding?

She was a bit overthinking things, but this also reflected how afraid and cautious she was of Chen Xiao.

"Have you ever heard the saying, 'Fate is a wonderful thing'? When fate brings you together, you will meet your destined person. He Qing is like that. She must have accumulated good karma in her past life to meet her true love as soon as she entered society."

Gao Lei still didn't believe it. "I don't believe it. She couldn't possibly be in a relationship this early. Even if she were, it wouldn't be her Mr. Right, because I am. I know her, I understand her, and I'm successful now. I can give her everything she wants."

Wang Ping felt like vomiting. She really wanted him to get lost, but she was afraid of running into He Qing if she went out now. She took out her phone and sent a message to He Qing asking when she was leaving the company and to let her know when she left.

At the same time, he casually retorted to Gao Lei, "Didn't you say you were just starting out? Now that the company is just making a profit, you call that a success? And you can still give her everything she wants? Can you give her 50 billion yuan to spend in a year?"

Gao Lei looked at her like she was an idiot: "Junior sister, let's have a proper chat, can you stop being so cynical?" At this moment, He Qing replied to Wang Ping: "Wait a moment, Chen Xiao is here, just arrived at the office."

Wang Ping was stunned. Looking at Gao Lei in front of her, she was immediately filled with anger—Get lost, get lost my sister! Do you know what kind of opportunity you made me miss?

She had no time to argue with him at that moment. "Senior Brother Gao, I have something to do today, so let's leave it at that."

"No way, Wang Ping is so rude! I just joked with her once, and she's kicking me out?" Gao Lei was also dumbfounded. He was young and rich, and was admired everywhere, but this junior sister didn't give him any face at all. First, she rejected his calls and blocked him. Now he had come to her door in a desperate attempt to get to the point, and she was about to kick him out after only a few words.

He couldn't help but feel a little angry. "Junior sister, this isn't how Junxiao Group treats its guests, is it?"

Wang Ping rolled her eyes. "Senior Brother Gao, I told you I have something to do." She remembered how she and He Qing used to hide from him every day back in school. This guy really couldn't be allowed to see him, otherwise it would be incredibly annoying. She was going to notify security today that this guy was absolutely not allowed into the company anymore.

Gao Lei stood up and said, "Alright, junior sister, I won't take up any more of your time. Just give me He Qing's contact information and I'll be leaving."

What does this mean? So he's refusing to leave just because she didn't give him He Qing's contact information? This is something a business owner would do; Wang Ping has never seen anything like it. But she's not one to be bullied.

"Okay, you sit here, I need to go out and take care of some things. Oh, by the way, I'll get a few people to keep you company while you chat."

After saying that, she went straight out. Gao Lei thought she was really going to work and find two people to keep him company for a while. He was sitting and waiting for her, and he realized that he had misunderstood her. This junior sister had a bad temper, but she was actually a good person.

But a few minutes later, he realized something was wrong. Several men in security uniforms came into the office and surrounded him, completely blocking his way. Crucially, they didn't say a word; they just stared at him coldly.

He felt a little uneasy, as if these people might attack him at any moment if they disagreed with him.

"What...what do you want?" he asked several times, but the men stood like statues, silent and motionless, just staring coldly at him. Gao Lei could even sense murderous intent emanating from them. He knew these people wouldn't actually lay a hand on him, but being watched like this was worse than being beaten up.

He stood up, but because several security personnel were standing too close to him, his forehead was right at the chin of the security personnel in front of him. Under pressure, he sat down again.

"Excuse me, could you move aside? I just remembered I have something to do and need to go now."

Upon hearing this, he immediately made way for Gao Lei, who quickly stood up. He couldn't stay there any longer; he'd wait for her outside. But after taking a few steps, he realized something was wrong—these people were following him.

Left with no other choice, he could only get into the elevator; once inside, he couldn't just leave.

Gao Lei breathed a sigh of relief in the elevator, but was immediately filled with anger. Wang Ping really didn't give him any face at all. No matter what, she was his senior from school and now the owner of a company with an annual output value of over one billion yuan. How could she treat him like this? She didn't pay any attention to workplace etiquette. How did she become the CFO? It seems that the person in charge of the Junxiao Charity Foundation has poor judgment.

He had originally intended to use his persistence to force Wang Ping to give him He Qing's contact information, but Wang Ping's violent approach thwarted his plan. He had to find another way. Fortunately, he would have a branch office in Qingzhou later, which would give him more opportunities to come. There would eventually be a day when he could get He Qing's contact information, or rather, as long as He Qing was still in Jiangzhou, there would always be a chance to meet her.

As for what Wang Ping said about He Qing having a boyfriend, I don't know if it's true or not, but even if it is, so what? Feelings are worthless in the face of reality. The reality is that I am young, rich, a successful person in my twenties, and one of the best in the country. What reason would He Qing have not to choose me?

Gao Lei was also lucky. After graduating from university, he started his own business and almost went bankrupt several times. Until the beginning of this year, by chance, a large high-tech company in China, Zhifei Aerospace, selected him when choosing suppliers. Since then, his company has taken off.

After the Lunar New Year, the number of orders received each month increased from 10 million to 1000 million, and then to 3000 million last month. At this rate, his annual output value will definitely exceed 7000 billion. Moreover, Zhifei Aerospace pays quickly and leaves them with enough profit margin. In short, Gao Lei has made a fortune just from the orders from Zhifei Aerospace.

As a result, they secured 100 million yuan in financing in March, expanding their production lines. The company is now developing rapidly, changing almost daily. His trip to Jiangzhou to establish a branch office was also to better serve Zhifei Aerospace, since their headquarters are located there. The reason he hasn't left in the last couple of days is to visit Zhifei Aerospace's senior management and maintain their relationship.

Gao Lei, having left the Yunfeng Building, had no idea that the goddess he had been dreaming of and the rude junior sister were chatting with a "tall, rich, and handsome" man in an office not far from where he had just been.

Chen Xiao noticed that Wang Ping had become increasingly radiant lately, especially today, wearing a black dress that accentuated her fair and jade-like skin. He immediately recalled the times when the three of them were together, and how he had her lie face down next to He Qing, revealing her snow-white, pert buttocks. Thinking of this, his heart stirred. Lately, it had been He Qing with him all the time, and without her, things felt a little less romantic.

He took He Qing's hand and squeezed it. He Qing turned to look at him and read his thoughts in his eyes. She glanced at Wang Ping with a hint of shyness—this girl came just in time today, she should get what she wanted.

Chen Xiao pulled her up and headed towards the lounge, leaving Wang Ping sitting on the sofa, watching their retreating figures with a resentful expression. Halfway there, He Qing turned back with a smile: "Pingping, why aren't you following? What are you standing there for?"

Wang Ping followed him as if she had been launched into the air.

She got what she wanted, but only made half the progress. I don't know what President Chen is thinking. He's already trying to ride the wave of popularity, but he still wants to leave things unresolved. It's really torturous.

At this moment, major financial headlines were filled with eye-catching news—Junxiao Group had another big news story.

Main Title: Junxiao Commercial Management Spends 950 Billion Yuan to Acquire Hengyuan Plaza in Shanghai, Creating the Largest Commercial Real Estate Merger in China

Subtitle: "Hengyuan Group Sells Core Assets, Junxiao Commercial Management Further Expands Its Commercial Footprint"

"This transaction has broken the record for domestic commercial real estate mergers and acquisitions, equivalent to the annual sales of four SKG stores in Beijing. All the funds come from Junxiao's own funds. After the acquisition, Junxiao Commercial Management will hold a top-tier commercial complex in the inner ring of Shanghai, forming a 'golden triangle' layout with its Junxiao City and Junwu Plaza."

The report also revealed some details of the transaction:
Hengyuan Plaza had an annual revenue of 228 billion yuan last year and a 100% occupancy rate. Global flagship stores of luxury brands such as LV and Hermes are located here. Analysts said: "This move marks the beginning of an 'oligopoly era' in commercial real estate, squeezing the survival space of regional developers. The stock prices of competitors fell by 3%-10% in response."

According to reports, Xu Jun, chairman of Junxiao Commercial Management, stated, "Hengyuan Plaza is the 'crown jewel,' and we will invest 20 billion yuan in its smart transformation to empower the physical business with intelligent technology."

The news article included a diagram illustrating Junxiao Commercial Management's current business landscape and provided an estimated net asset size of 3500 billion yuan, highlighted in bold red to make the news even more sensational.

Finally, a photo was attached—a close-up of the two parties shaking hands at the signing ceremony, with the iconic glass dome of Hengyuan Plaza in the background.

Xu Jun has now become a household name in China's commercial world. From now on, many people will only know his name but never see him. From this day forward, almost all the bigwigs involved in commercial real estate will remember this face.

Chen Xiao received many congratulatory text messages, but he was busy with "Dragon's Descent" and had no time to reply. He only replied to them one by one when he and He Qing returned to Xishan Linyu after the game ended.

Jack, who was far away in the United States, also received the news immediately. He called Luffy and told him that, after research and decision by the group, Tom was transferred to Africa to take charge of NK's business.

Luffy laughed. Whether this counted as "exile to Ningguta" or not, for Tom, it would be better to fire him; at least that way he could get a decent amount of compensation. What market size was there over there? Besides, the security there was incomparable to here. What if something happened? And besides, Tom was Chinese; would he even go? Luffy no longer cared about any of this; these were all just idle chatter.

In his office at Wansheng Group, Mr. Wang saw the report—the one about 350 billion yuan in net assets—which stung him like a poisonous thorn, making his eyes red. He had worked hard his whole life, only to find himself less successful than that young man in just six months. What was most infuriating was that this was merely one of the five major business segments of Junxiao Group. He felt a renewed sense of defeat.

Those miners from South Africa called him again. They had invested a whopping 1000 billion yuan, and they weren't going to let the company's assets keep shrinking. Mr. Wang was under unprecedented pressure. At the same time, he could sense that those miners had been very irritable lately. Mr. Wang had also inquired and heard that many of their local influence had recently been eliminated. Moreover, the force that targeted them was called Blue Star Guardians, the international security company that became famous in the war against Balochistan. He heard that they were also doing well in China, and that they were responsible for the security of many large enterprises, including Junxiao Group.

If it weren't for those miners investing in Mr. Wang, he might have even partnered with "Blue Star Guardians." (End of Chapter)