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

Mr. Tian smiled and glanced at the gap between the two cars. Both were experienced drivers, and they could tell at a glance that the problem was with Mr. Qin. He had blocked the other car with his car, and now he couldn't get out and expected others to help him.
He didn't know who put the stone block there, and he didn't even consider the female driver of the Range Rover behind him. How could a female driver possibly move such a stone block?

Qin Jun, thinking to himself that the female car owner was dim-witted and uncooperative in moving her car, subconsciously glanced at the white Range Rover. This glance sent a jolt through him; he jumped up as if electrocuted, practically yelling, "Qin Jun! Did you block this car here? Or did this car block you later?"

Judging from the scene, the former seems more likely, but he still needs to confirm it.

While waiting for Qin Jun's reply, he glanced again at the license plate of the car behind him: 6688, which belonged to Chairman Han Xue's personal vehicle.
She rarely drives this car. It was by chance that Ms. Tian was interviewed by Mr. Han for the first time. She was driving herself that day and saw this car. She had already memorized the license plate number.

Qin Jun didn't understand why President Tian had suddenly become so nervous, and said somewhat embarrassedly, "I came to see you today because I really had nowhere to park. This afternoon, when I was in your office, that woman called and asked me to move my car. Didn't you jokingly tell her to wait?"

"Damn it!" He subconsciously raised his hand to wipe his forehead, his palm instantly covered in cold sweat. The back of his suit was sticking to his skin, feeling chilly. He was just joking, who knew it would be such a coincidence that Qin Jun was blocking Han Xue's car.

Since it's hers, it's obvious that she arranged for this stone block. If I dare to move it, I'll probably have to move it again tomorrow.

He waved his hand, signaling a few young men to come up. "Mr. Qin, listen to me, just leave your car here. When the stone block moves away by itself, or when this Range Rover is moved, then you can come and pick it up."

"Mr. Tian, ​​what do you mean?"

After Mr. Tian and the other young men walked away, he whispered a few words to Qin Jun. Qin Jun's impatient brows suddenly stiffened, his pupils contracted sharply, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice—the Range Rover he had blocked in the middle of the road, with the license plate ending in "6688," was the exclusive vehicle of Han Xue, the chairman of Junxiao Retail.
He quickly pulled out his phone, pointed to the number in the call log, and asked Mr. Tian, ​​"Is this her number?"

Mr. Tian took the phone from Qin Jun, glanced at it, and exclaimed, "Holy crap, 23 calls! Qin Jun, you're fucking amazing!"

He handed the phone to Qin Jun with a grim expression. "That's right, the 23 calls you made were to harass Mr. Han, the chairman of Junxiao Retail. You also maliciously blocked Mr. Han's car, so don't move your car. You can only drive it away when Mr. Han lets you go, otherwise Junxiao Retail will be angry."

His lips twitched unconsciously twice, his jaw froze, and his whole face looked like a "worried" warrior terracotta warrior. This was too unlucky; he hadn't been very nice when he called that afternoon.

He himself seemed to have said, "Do you think you're General Manager Han from Junxiao Retail?"

"Mr. Tian, ​​this car is borrowed from a friend. It's not appropriate for it to be stuck here indefinitely. I'll find someone to move the stone blocks myself."

Mr. Tian sneered, "I've said everything I need to say. You can try. Mr. Qin, it's easy to move a stone block, but it's not so easy to transfer Mr. Han's anger."

Qin Jun's brows furrowed deeply, as if he had been suddenly thrown into an absurd dream. How could he be so unlucky? He just happened to run into the line of fire.

"Okay, I'll do as you say and go explain to my friend."

This is why there is a distance between the subordinates and the boss. Han Xue is not a vengeful person. If she is really moved, she is moved. She is not angry at the moment because she has been shouldering the heavy responsibility of helping Chen Xiao vent his anger for the past half day.

The chairman of Junxiao Retail had his ankles held by Chen Xiao, his legs stretched into a white line.
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On the 28th floor of Yunfeng Building, Wang Ping finished approving the procedures in the CFO's office. With nothing else to do, she browsed the internet and, after joining the "Chen Family Army," began to pay attention to the online public opinion war between Huadi KOC and Junxing Auto.

Suddenly, I received a call from Li Shanshan. I hadn't seen this old classmate for a few days since we had dinner at the Bailu Hotel. I picked up the phone and answered.

I thought Li Shanshan was excited about something, but it turns out she finally went to work today.

While others are excited about holidays, she is excited about going to work. According to her, she hasn't worked a single day since joining the company, yet she receives a monthly salary of 6 yuan, which feels like a hot potato.

"Pingping, I'm happy today not just because I went to work, but because I have some amazing news to tell you: I'm going to meet my idol."

"Idol??" Wang Ping chuckled softly. Li Shanshan going to work could only mean one thing—Chen Xiao had boarded the yacht. Presumably, the idol Li Shanshan was referring to was Chen Xiao. Thinking of this, Wang Ping felt a pang of regret for not being able to accompany Chen Xiao on the yacht this time.

However, what Li Shanshan continued to say confused her: "Pingping, I wonder if I'll have a chance to get her autograph? It would be even better if we could take a picture together, I could brag about that for a year."

Asking Chen Xiao for an autograph? That's probably out of the question. At this moment, Li Shanshan added, "I just searched online, and my idol is still so beautiful and charming."

"Beautiful and charming?" Wang Ping couldn't help but ask, "Shanshan, who is your idol?"

"Yang Mi, my dear Yang Mi."

Yang Mi on a yacht? Wang Ping found it hard to believe at first, but then she thought, what was so hard about her going to see Chen Xiao? She had heard a few days ago that all the big stars who were cooperating with companies under Junxiao Group wanted to meet Chen Xiao.

Haven't you seen how well Li Zhi'en and Meng Ziyi's careers are developing? Not only do they have abundant resources, but no one dares to harass them anymore. This is all because Chen Xiao laid a solid foundation.

She secretly thought to herself, "No wonder she didn't take me up today, she must be meeting a big star." Just then, a message came through on her phone. She opened it and saw it was from He Qing, telling Wang Ping to go directly from the company to the dock and board the yacht.

Oh my God!

Wang Ping was excited; she had an opportunity! Today was another chance! However, He Qing's next arrangement dampened her spirits.

He Qing and Chen Xiao set off directly from Xishan Linyu. Since they were going to play on the yacht today, apart from Xiang Jun who didn't want to move, all the other women who had time went, including Han Xue, Xiao Yuting, and, I heard, Meng Ziyi also quietly came to Jiangzhou.

This trip wasn't for work; I just hadn't seen Chen Xiao in a while and wanted to spend some time with him.

With so many people on the yacht, what chance does Wang Ping have? It all depends on He Qing; she'll have to rely on this "king" to lead. But she suspects He Qing will likely step aside this time, since she's with Chen Xiao every day. The others, due to work, only see each other once every few days.

Yang Mi didn't ride in her own nanny car today. Instead, she was picked up by a Rolls-Royce Phantom sent by Junxiao Group, escorted by a Mercedes-Benz GLS bodyguard vehicle. The prestige was off the charts, and she felt respected. She didn't know that Junxiao Group was now known for its Rolls-Royces and Maybachs.

The Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly docked at the pier. Yang Mi opened the car door, and as soon as her high heels touched the ground, her gaze was immediately drawn to the enormous object before her—the Azam yacht, a 180-meter steel behemoth, like a floating palace, gleaming with a cold metallic luster in the sunlight.

Yang Mi tilted her head slightly, her red lips parted slightly, and the outline of the yacht was reflected in her almond-shaped eyes. For a moment, she forgot to breathe. She had seen countless luxury yachts in movies, but this one was far more shocking than any on screen. "This is not a yacht. It's a castle on the sea! Maybe I can borrow it from President Chen for filming in the future."

Li Shanshan, who was in charge of reception, was anxiously waiting on the yacht, as she hadn't seen anyone yet. Although she was now a supervisor, there were certain areas she couldn't enter without prior notice, such as the one where President Chen and his entourage were sitting on the main deck right now.

This place features an infinity pool surrounded by sun loungers overlooking the sea, making it a perfect spot for Chen Xiao to spend private time with his women.

A champagne bar is located by the pool, offering customized drinks, perfect for enjoying a nighttime drink under the stars.

Zhang Ziqian walked over and told Chen Xiao that Yang Mi had arrived. Chen Xiao nodded slightly and told the women to stay and play while he went to see Yang Mi.

Yang Mi wore a champagne-colored, high-slit gown. The silk fabric shimmered like pearls in the sunlight, accentuating her graceful curves. A diamond necklace adorned her neck, the centerpiece being a rare blue diamond that sparkled gently with her breath, like shimmering waves on the sea.

Her slender ankles were almost translucent white in the sunlight. Her long, slightly wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, adorned with a diamond hair clip. The slit in her skirt was just right, revealing a section of her long, fair legs.

The moment she saw Chen Xiao, she knew she hadn't guessed wrong; it really was him—the handsome boy she had met in Junxiao City yesterday.

She knew that the boss of Junxiao Group was young and handsome. However, she didn't know he would be so young and handsome, which made her feel a sense of loss, as if she had been born before him and he had been born after she had grown old.

That sentiment is a bit exaggerated. In Chen Xiao's opinion, she is at the age where she has the charm and elegance she deserves.

If other wealthy men had invited her to their private yachts for their first meeting, she would have avoided them like the plague, lest she be stuck there forever. But when Chen Xiao invited her, she not only didn't refuse, but seemed rather eager to try.

Li Shanshan finally met her idol Yang Mi. She was even prettier in person than she had seen on TV. Yang Mi is indeed amazing.

She also met the boss of Junxiao Group, who was also the owner of the yacht. Li Shanshan was a little stunned—this billionaire was too young and so handsome.

Then it occurred to him that he seemed to be his real boss, and he actually felt a strong sense of pride working for such a boss. Thinking of Wang Jian, the vice president of Huadi Group, whom he had met at Bailu Villa that day, compared to this man, he was nothing at all.

Today's meeting with Yang Mi had nothing to do with work, otherwise we wouldn't have arranged to meet here. We came to the yacht to relax. At this moment, He Qing sent him a message: "They said we're going to rest in the cabin. Do you want to take Yang Mi to sunbathe? The environment there is better for chatting."

Chen Xiao chuckled. Were these women creating opportunities for him? Perhaps in their eyes, he was the man who would capture all the beauties in the world. Yang Mi was beautiful, but she would never be like any of his other women. If anything were to happen between them, it would only be a one-night stand; she would never be part of Xiang Jun's "Chen Family Army."

"Mr. Chen, I'm going to pick up the car from Junxing Auto's 4S store tomorrow as you requested. Could you please deliver the car to me in person?"

She tilted her head slightly, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with tiny lights, the slight upward curve at the corners of her eyes seeming to hold a smile, yet also carrying a hint of cautious probing.

"Me? Hand over the car?"

"Will he agree?" The thought swirled in her mind, but her eyes unconsciously brightened, like stars suddenly lit up in the night sky, filled with hope and excitement.

If the mysterious boss of Junxiao Group were to personally hand over the car, how much face would Yang Mi have?

"Let Yuting pay it for you."

"Yu Ting, Xiao Yu Ting?" Her red lips pursed slightly, and two shallow dimples unconsciously appeared at the corners of her lips. She knew that she was the top car model in the industry, and she also knew that she was now the vice president of Junxing Motors, in charge of public relations and supply chain.

This incident caused a huge uproar online not long ago. At that time, some people speculated that Xiao Yuting was a person with connections, otherwise how could she have risen from a car model to this position in one step?

However, no one suspected Xu Gang of Junxing Motors of having connections. Despite being the chairman and CEO of Junxing Motors, he didn't have the power to directly appoint a car model as vice president. The only person capable of doing that was probably the CEO of Junxiao Group or the powerful figure behind the scenes.

When Yang Mi heard Chen Xiao ask Xiao Yuting to deliver the car to her, she immediately understood. Although Xiao Yuting was the vice president of Junxing Motors, it wouldn't be unreasonable for Xu Gang to personally deliver a car to a big star like Yang Mi. They were just promoting each other and generating traffic for each other.

The reason Xiao Yuting was chosen to represent Yang Mi wasn't because they didn't value her. If the vice president of Junxing Motors felt Yang Mi wasn't important enough, adding Mrs. Chen would completely change that.

What does Yang Mi need those empty titles for? What she wants is to establish a connection with Chen Xiao. Having that connection is far more valuable than any fame or fortune. Whatever she needs in the future, it's just a matter of a word from President Chen.

The Azam's open-air swimming pool is located at the front of the main deck and features an infinity pool design. The pool water almost blends into the distant sea, making it seem as if the yacht is floating on a blue mirror.

The pool's rim is inlaid with deep blue mosaic tiles, which refract sunlight to a luster reminiscent of blue and white porcelain. The pool bottom features a custom pattern, and when sunlight penetrates the water's surface, the interplay of light and shadow resembles the projection of an underwater coral reef.

The pool is equipped with a constant temperature system, keeping the water temperature like a "warm, flowing current," allowing swimmers to enjoy a comfortable experience while swimming. Underwater LED light strips on both sides illuminate the pool at night, making it resemble a sapphire suspended under a starry sky.

The sun deck, built around the pool, is as large as "two tennis courts" and is one of the most luxurious relaxation spaces on the yacht.

"Want to swim for a while?" Chen Xiao asked Yang Mi without any politeness, turning to her as if it were a command rather than a question.

Yang Mi asked confidently, "Mr. Chen, shall we go together?"

Li Shanshan also arrived at this time. As a supervisor, she still had the opportunity to appear in various corners. Seeing the luxury here, she couldn't help but send a message to Wang Ping: "Oh my god, Pingping, did you go to the heated pool when you went to the yacht last time? It's so beautiful. This infinity pool is like swimming in the ocean. I really want to jump in and swim."

Wang Ping, who had already gone to the main cabin with He Qing, saw Li Shanshan's message and smiled slightly. She almost couldn't help but reply that she had just swum a lap in it herself. Indeed, as Li Shanshan said, the environment was wonderful; it was the most beautiful swimming pool Wang Ping had ever seen.

Chen Xiao wore black fitted swim trunks, revealing his well-defined chest and abdominal muscles.

His physique is not exaggeratedly muscular, but rather well-proportioned and slender, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and smooth, powerful arm lines. When he moves in the water, his back muscles bulge slightly, showing signs of years of fitness training.

In fact, he had never worked out; it was all thanks to the system. His 118-point physique was no joke.

Yang Mi changed into a champagne-colored one-piece swimsuit with a deep V-neck adorned with tiny rhinestones that sparkled brilliantly in the sunlight.

The swimsuit was cut to fit her perfectly, outlining her shapely curves—a slender waist, a full bust, and subtly visible abs, every detail just right.

Her long, slender legs were on full display, and her fair skin shimmered like pearls in the pool water. She casually tied her long hair up, with a few wet strands falling beside her neck, adding to her languid charm.

Yang Mi lightly leaped into the water, splashing water onto Chen Xiao. She winked playfully and said, "Mr. Chen, the water temperature is just right."

Chen Xiao smiled slightly, swam to her side, and whispered, "It's hard for me to concentrate on swimming when you're wearing this."

Yang Mi chuckled, her fingertips lightly tracing the surface of the water, creating ripples: "Then... how about we have a competition?"

Chen Xiao raised an eyebrow: "What are we betting on?"

"The winner can make one request." After she finished speaking, she swam away like a mermaid, leaving a graceful arc in the water behind her.

Chen Xiao watched her retreating figure, his eyes darkening slightly. "Isn't this just delivering food? Don't try to let me win on purpose." He then quickly chased after her.

The result was obvious: Yang Mi was no match for Chen Xiao's superhuman physical abilities, and naturally lost miserably.

Emerging from the pool, Chen Xiao shook his wet short hair, water droplets sliding down his jawline and refracting tiny sparkles in the sunlight as he gazed down.

Yang Mi placed her hands lightly on the railing by the pool, her fingertips applying slight pressure, causing water droplets to slide down her slender arms, refracting into tiny sparkles in the sunlight. Her body slowly rose from the water, her champagne-colored swimsuit clinging to her skin, outlining her graceful curves, water droplets like scattered diamonds adorning her body, rolling down with her movements.

She tilted her head slightly, her long, wet hair clinging to her neck, water still dripping from the ends. Her almond-shaped eyes shone brighter in the water, the corners slightly upturned, carrying a hint of languid allure. Her red lips parted slightly as she exhaled, as if she had lost the buoyancy of the water and was returning to the solid ground, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"As expected, it's Yang Mi." Chen Xiao smiled with a hint of wickedness.

Li Shanshan watched Yang Mi and Chen Xiao playing in the water from a short distance away, and didn't forget to send a message to Wang Ping: "Let me tell you, the owner of this yacht has a really good figure, is so handsome, and most importantly, so rich. No wonder Yang Mi seems a little tempted."

Wang Ping is having a spa treatment downstairs. She had one last time and it was a queen-like experience, so she came again today to try it out once more.

Meng Ziyi and Han Xue were visiting for the first time and found the layout quite novel, so they explored the place together, accompanied by Zhang Ziqian and Ma Jing. He Qing, on the other hand, was pulled along by Wang Ping. This was actually a calculated move; if Chen Xiao summoned He Qing to serve him in bed, she could be there immediately.

Chen Xiao didn't expect his interaction with Yang Mi to be so natural. He pulled her into the room, and everything happened so naturally.

Li Shanshan came down here for work. Today is her first time entering the spa of the Azam, and she is overwhelmed by the luxurious atmosphere here.

Crystal chandeliers hang from the champagne-gold dome, refracting countless beams of light through prisms, illuminating the entire hall like a cascading galaxy. The floor is paved with Venetian hand-inlaid marble, its black and white veins flowing like ink wash paintings, making every step feel like walking on a work of art.

The air was filled with the mixed scents of galbanum and bergamot, elegant yet with a touch of extravagance. She unconsciously ran her fingers across the wall, feeling the delicate texture of the silk wallpaper.

She sent Wang Ping another message: "I really learned something new today. This spa is practically a branch of Versailles Palace..."

I can't even imagine what it's like inside. I heard the massage beds are made of temperature-controlled jade. It's a pity I can't go in right now. I heard the yacht owner's family enjoys it inside. I'm so envious.

Pingping, let me tell you, what you saw at the banquet last time was just a glimpse of the yacht's icy surface. If you ever had the chance to go to the master cabin, you'd know what true extravagance really is.

Wang Ping comfortably enjoyed the massage from the beautiful female masseuse. She picked up her phone and glanced at it, only to find Li Shanshan outside. She immediately replied, "Of course, it's the constant temperature jade massage bed. Lying on it is more enjoyable than being a god. Moreover, there's a Dom Pérignon vintage wine in the champagne ice bucket next to it, which you can enjoy anytime."

Upon seeing the message, Li Shanshan was stunned. What Wang Ping said sounded so true. Could it be that she had been inside last time? Impossible. This floor is only for the yacht owner and his staff; no one else is allowed to enter.

After sending another message, Wang Ping didn't reply. Li Shanshan acted like a country bumpkin visiting the Grand View Garden, describing anything new and interesting to Wang Ping, but taking photos was not allowed.

Suddenly, two women in snow-white bathrobes walked out from the inner room, and Li Shanshan seemed to be frozen in place. (End of Chapter)