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

No way! What a coincidence!
Wang Ping initially thought it was just someone with the same name, but when she saw the location Zhang Ziqian sent, it was right where she had just driven to.

Li Shanshan asked, "What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

After she learned that the person looking for Wang Ping was located somewhere in Huayu Commercial Street, the agent, who was clearly very familiar with the area, asked, "Isn't that the sales center? Does your friend work in sales there?"

Wang Ping laughed. Who did Zhang Ziqian stand in comparison? Forget being a salesperson at a real estate development; even the boss of a real estate developer was nothing in her eyes. As Chen Xiao's chief secretary, she was someone several business chairmen had to curry favor with, and even Chen Xiao's women deliberately cultivated a good relationship with her. Was there a better job in the world?

I heard that although Zhang Ziqian is an assistant, President Xu Wu is now offering her an annual salary of 500 million yuan, which is definitely president-level treatment. He Qing's annual salary was only 300 million yuan before this salary adjustment, but it was recently increased to 3000 million yuan per year.

The real estate agent led the way on a small electric scooter, while Wang Ping drove her Porsche with Li Shanshan to find Zhang Ziqian.

Along the way, the real estate agent looked back several times, probably wondering why someone buying such a basic apartment would have a friend who drives a luxury car.

In the car, Li Shanshan asked Wang Ping who the other person was. Wang Ping didn't hide anything. When Li Shanshan learned that the other person was Chen Xiao's personal secretary, she suddenly became nervous.

Wang Ping smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, Ziqian is a very nice person and she takes good care of me." Last time, it was Zhang Ziqian who helped her pay off her mortgage in one go.

Li Shanshan's eyes darted around. "Pingping, tell me the truth, Mr. Chen's personal secretary is taking good care of you because Mr. Chen admires you. Could it be that Mr. Chen wants to sleep with you? You're so pretty, you should be careful, he probably has designs on you."

She glanced at her, realizing her best friend didn't understand her feelings. Who wanted to sleep with whom? She had already come at her beck and call, and they hadn't even gotten to the point yet. She wasn't afraid he had feelings for her; she was afraid his feelings weren't deep enough.

Li Shanshan seemed to realize something as well, "Come to think of it, he's so rich, it's normal for him to have a few women. If you can be with her, you can fight against those vixens outside with He Qing."

Wang Ping had already spotted the Ferrari FUV not far ahead and turned to Li Shanshan, saying, "We're here. That's the car in front."

"Wow—secretaries all drive Ferraris?"

The Ferrari's paint gleamed with a metallic sheen in the sunlight, making her squint slightly, yet she couldn't bear to look away. Her gaze was fixed on the Ferrari, scrutinizing every detail, from its streamlined body to its flamboyant bright yellow paint.

"Wow, so handsome!"

Wang Ping nodded, "He Qing has one too. I'll drive it out for you to experience it sometime."

Li Shanshan pursed her lips. "Rich people are really different. They can buy Ferraris wholesale." Even without Wang Ping saying it, she knew that He Qing's Ferrari was naturally bought for her by Chen Xiao.

Wang Ping parked the car, and Zhang Ziqian got out. Seeing the strikingly beautiful woman in front of her, Li Shanshan exclaimed, "I think I've seen her on the yacht before!"

While turning off the engine, he said, "Isn't that normal? Except when he goes home, he takes her with him almost everywhere he goes. Otherwise, how could he be called his personal secretary?"

She didn't dare to delay. Zhang Ziqian got out of the car. In such hot weather, Wang Ping didn't want to keep her waiting, so she quickly got out of the car with Li Shanshan.

"Ziqian," "Wang Ping, I feel like I've seen this person somewhere before?"

"Hello, Mr. Zhang!" Li Shanshan greeted him respectfully as she stepped forward.

Wang Ping introduced her to He Qing, and upon learning that He Qing was Wang Ping's classmate and now worked on the yacht, Zhang Ziqian smiled and said, "What a coincidence!"

"Let's go, Wang Ping, to the sales center."

"Is something the matter, Ziqian?"

Zhang Ziqian didn't hide anything. "President Chen said he saw you staring at the advertisements for prime shops yesterday, and guessed that you probably wanted to own a shop. He sent me a message last night asking me to keep an eye out for any good projects or shops that might be worth investing in."

Ah—Wang Ping never expected Chen Xiao to be so kind to her. He guessed that she wanted to invest in shops and arranged for Zhang Ziqian to buy one for her?
Li Shanshan glanced sideways repeatedly, and Wang Ping understood what she meant—see, I told you he had feelings for you, didn't I?
"It just so happens that Mr. Lin, the father of Ms. Lin Ya, the general manager of Junxiao Commercial Management, is currently investing in community commercial projects and university town commercial projects. This Huayu Commercial Street not only benefits tens of thousands of relocated residents in the surrounding area, but also has 5 vocational schools nearby. They are preparing to discuss the overall operation of this project and are very optimistic about it, so I decided to come here to help you invest."

There will be a professional operations team; you just need to collect rent, and you won't have to worry about attracting tenants or management.

Wang Ping understood and knew that Lin Ya's father was an old businessman, and that the Junxiao Plaza No. 2 store used to be a light-asset operation project of their company.

Upon entering the sales center, a receptionist approached and inquired. Zhang Ziqian calmly replied, "He's here to sign a contract with your General Manager Tang. Our legal team will be here shortly."

"Ah—it's Mr. Zhang. Mr. Tang just arranged for someone to come down and greet you. I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly. I'll inform you right away."

Zhang Ziqian had arranged to meet Wang Ping an hour later, but she didn't expect Wang Ping to be nearby, so she arrived early.

"It's okay, not everyone is here yet."

The group followed the receptionist to a large conference room, where they were told that President Tang was on his way and would arrive in 20 minutes at most.

"It's alright, you go about your business, we'll chat here for a while."

Zhang Ziqian got up, walked to the window and looked down, probably wanting to see the surrounding environment.

Li Shanshan then had a chance to whisper to Wang Ping, "He's so good to you. The average price of a shop here is 2 yuan. Even if it's only 60 square meters, it's still 120 million yuan. He just gave it to me like that, and it was definitely in full. I'm so envious of you. When I bought a house, the total price was less than 120 million yuan. I even had to borrow some money from my family to make up the down payment."

Wang Ping smiled happily. She hadn't expected Chen Xiao to be so warm-hearted. Her heart felt sweet, as if she had eaten honey, and she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips. From today onwards, she was also a landlord.

Her voice was undeniably sweet: "Yes... he's really good to me."

Li Shanshan chuckled, "Trading a shop for a beautiful woman is a good deal."

Wang Ping pursed her lips, wanting to say—you're overthinking it. She's already his, and how much he gives her is entirely up to him.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside. The group turned around and saw a chubby middle-aged man in his forties enter with a somewhat flustered look. They could hear him panting heavily, so he must have run over.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry I'm late—"

Zhang Ziqian walked over from the window and smiled, "It's alright, we just arrived early. I've already arranged for my legal department to revise your contract template. If there are no problems, let's sign it today. Full payment will also make it easier for you to get your funds back."

"Recovering funds?" Li Shanshan understood immediately. This fat man was actually the developer's boss, but he was so nervous in front of Zhang Ziqian that he was hunched over, his hands unconsciously clasped in front of him, his fingertips slightly white from nervousness. Fine beads of sweat glistened on his forehead under the light, and a fawning smile played on his lips, but the muscles around his eyes were tense, revealing his genuine anxiety.

She found it amusing; how could such a big boss be so obsequious? But then she thought about Zhang Ziqian's status and realized it was only natural. A small boss like her was nothing in front of a behemoth like Junxiao Group.

The entire company probably doesn't even earn as much as the monthly salaries paid by the staff on President Chen's yacht. Therefore, she wasn't surprised that the owner of the shop personally came to the store when Zhang Ziqian bought it. This wasn't because he valued the transaction, but because he respected Junxiao Group.

Soon, both teams arrived. Zhang Ziqian took the contract from the legal department and handed it to Wang Ping: "Take a look at it too, after all, you are the owner."

Only then did President Tang realize that this beautiful woman was the real protagonist of the transaction. The sales team quickly and solemnly greeted her again. This was a super big shot! The fact that the boss of Junxiao Group would spend money to buy so many shops for her made it obvious who she was. If he wasn't worried about her misunderstanding, President Tang would have wanted to bow down in respect.

After Wang Ping received the contract, Li Shanshan also leaned over, wanting to see the size of Wang Ping's shop immediately. When she saw the area of ​​the subject matter, she and Wang Ping were both stunned—35000 square meters? What the hell? Isn't that the total commercial area of ​​the entire commercial street?
Unable to resist looking up, I asked, "Isn't this area written incorrectly? Did you write the total commercial area of ​​the commercial street instead of the area of ​​the individual shops?"

Mr. Tang found it strange that the prospective homeowner didn't know what he was about to own.
Zhang Ziqian laughed and said, "That's right, it's 35000 square meters, the entire commercial street."

"Ah—", Li Shanshan exclaimed in horror, 35000 square meters? My God, what kind of crazy operation is this!
Wang Ping's fingertips trembled violently, the contract paper making a slight rustling sound in her hand. Her pupils contracted sharply, her lips parted slightly, but no sound came out, as if even her breath had been cut off by the string of numbers. Her eyes went unfocused: her gaze was fixed on "35000 square meters," her eyelashes trembled violently, and shock, bewilderment, and disbelief surged in her eyes.

Li Shanshan abruptly covered her mouth, her nails digging almost into her soft cheek. Her eyes bulged slightly from shock, and a broken gasp escaped her throat: "Seven... seven hundred million...?" Her eyebrows shot up, her lips twitched into an absurd arc, and her mind raced with the thoughts, "Has President Chen gone mad?" and "That's enough to buy me eight hundred lifetimes," her temples throbbing.

"Pingping suddenly became a billionaire! She took off on the spot?!"

Li Shanshan was speechless, while Wang Ping, the person involved, took a deep breath. Even though she knew that 7 million was a small amount of money for Chen Xiao, it was still a huge shock to her.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the contract. The shadow cast by the number "35000" fell precisely over Wang Ping's trembling hand. An eerie silence descended upon the office, broken only by the hum of the air conditioner vents.

Aside from this key information, she didn't need to read the next few dozen pages of the contract. She couldn't possibly be more professional than the legal counsel. She had just taken it over mainly to see which shop it was and what the total price was.

"I'm fine now," Wang Ping said, taking a deep breath and trying to sound calm, but her heart was still pounding as if it might jump out of her mouth at any moment.

After both parties finished signing, President Tang invited Zhang Ziqian and Wang Ping to dine there. Naturally, they declined; how could they possibly dine alone with someone outside? They waved their hands and said, "If President Tang develops any similar good projects in the future, he can contact Junxiao Business Management."

Mr. Tang smiled bitterly. He dared not develop any more projects. He had originally intended to keep the project for himself and hire a commercial management company to operate it. However, the commercial management company only provided 2800 million yuan in rent per year, and he still needed to invest some of that himself. He was worried about his tight cash flow in his business. Unexpectedly, the commercial management company he was working with helped him find a buyer who wanted to take over the entire commercial street.

He didn't believe it at first. After all, it was 7 million yuan. In the current situation, how many people could come up with 7 million yuan in cash? Moreover, investing in shops, even with annual rent increases, would not yield a return in less than 20 years.

After leaving the sales center, Zhang Ziqian said to Wang Ping, "If you have some free time these next few days, go to Junxiao Commercial Management and find General Manager Lin Ya. He owns 90% of the commercial management company that his father owns. So, General Manager Chen's idea is to let them manage and operate this commercial street, and they can just pay you rent every year. For the first three years, General Manager Chen's idea is to set the rent at 35 million per year. If this project is successful, the rent can be increased again after three years."

Upon hearing that Lin Ya held a 90% stake in the commercial management company, Wang Ping immediately understood that it must be a project Chen Xiao had invested in for Lin Ya. She quickly replied, "Any rent is fine, 2000 million, 1000 million is all acceptable—".

This money was all given to her by chance, and she felt embarrassed to earn it from Lin Ya.

Zhang Ziqian laughed, at this silly young lady. "Business is business, and President Lin would never take advantage of you like that."

She waved goodbye, got into her Ferrari FUV, and headed back to the company to serve President Chen, so she didn't want to chat with them any longer.

After getting into the passenger seat of Wang Ping's Porsche, Li Shanshan said quietly, "Pingping, you probably can't understand how I feel right now."

Wang Ping was still in a daze, glancing at Li Shanshan upon hearing this. How could she not understand? She understood all too well; she had often experienced this feeling when she was with He Qing.

He Qing was absolutely right; she had been clinging to petty gains in the past. He Qing had General Manager Han contract the canteens for various projects of the Junxiao Charity Foundation. Wang Ping was somewhat tempted at the time, but later He Qing pointed her out—follow Chen Xiao; you have nothing, you need to broaden your horizons.

He started the Porsche Panamera and said, "Shanshan, I'll treat you to dinner tonight. Also, you don't need to borrow money from your family to buy a house and a car anymore; I can lend it to you."

Miss Wang Ping has finally become incredibly wealthy; she's never been so extravagant before. Last month, she received over 40 yuan from the crab hotpot, and she still doesn't know where to spend it. In a few days, she'll sign a contract with Lin Ya for another 3500 million yuan per year. Although the other party pays quarterly, that's still 1000 million yuan. Wang Ping has never seen so much money before, only when playing mobile games and using in-game currency.

Li Shanshan didn't stand on ceremony with her. This amount of money was nothing to Wang Ping, and besides, she only borrowed the money to tide her over, and she could pay it back in six months at most.
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Huadi KOC, known for his "Abstract Live Car Talk," hasn't been live for two days, prompting many of his fans to leave messages asking what happened. While some speculate he might be sick or something, he's still updating his WeChat and posting frequently.

Later, an "insider" revealed that "Abstract" had been having a lot of bad luck these past two days. He was beaten up again for no reason, and his face, which had just recovered from the beating, was swollen again, and he even lost two front teeth.

He was furious just thinking about it. That night, he was walking home from dinner when a beautiful woman approached him and asked to add him on WeChat, saying she was a fan. "Abstract" was ecstatic. He thought his appearance, like Wang Ping had described, looked like he'd been hit by a nuclear bomb. He actually had a female fan, a pretty one at that, and she wanted to add him on WeChat! What reason was there to refuse? He readily picked up his phone to scan her QR code, but before he could even do so, a burly man rushed out from behind and kicked him flat on his face.

Before he could explain, the other person grabbed his neck and started hitting him in the mouth with both hands, cursing as they hit him: "You son of a bitch, you dare touch my woman, you're asking for death!"

He was filled with grievances, but the other party wouldn't listen to his explanations. He was extremely frustrated by the beating, and to make matters worse, the other party said that he didn't want to see him again, or he would beat him again every time he saw him.

"Abstract thought the other party was just bluffing, and that two strangers wouldn't run into each other so easily. But today, he finally went downstairs and ran into the other party again. This time, instead of slapping him, the other party kicked him into the toilet in the restaurant's bathroom."

As luck would have it, someone actually recognized me and even took a few photos. "Abstract" is about to have a meltdown. Today, while browsing Weibo, someone posted this scene online with the caption, "Sleeping on the floor in the toilet—looking for shit."

The last scandal already had a significant impact on his image, and now another one is happening.

Seeing a comment below saying that "Abstract" seems to have been having bad luck ever since he was slapped, he thought about it and realized that it was indeed the case, so he started to hold a grudge against Chen Xiao again.

I looked up my pinned post, "I'm making a promise," which said that if that person appeared in front of me, I would definitely slap his face until it was bruised and battered.

Suddenly, he realized something was wrong. The post had only a little over 1000 comments before, but after he refreshed it, the number of comments exploded—instantly reaching 1,100, 1,300, and 1,600.
With each refresh, the number of comments surged. What was going on? He quickly checked the comments below and realized that all the new comments came from this one comment, and were replies to this one comment.

This comment is just one sentence: "Abstract" The extra who vowed to slap that person's face is suspected to be the big boss of Junxiao Group.

A chill ran down his spine. "Abstract Live Talk Cars" felt a chill run down his spine. This person was trying to get him killed. Just as he was about to retort, he noticed the person had posted a photo—a candid shot of Chen Xiao's profile taken by an entertainment reporter a few months ago at the Signor Hotel in Seoul, South Korea. It was published because of his rumored relationship with Lee Ji-eun.

Upon seeing this photo, "Abstract" was so shocked he couldn't close his mouth. It really was him. Wasn't he just a pretty boy? How could he be the big boss of Junxiao Group, the big boss of Junxiao Group with trillions of assets? And he had actually made a bet to slap his face to pieces.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, his pupils contracted sharply, his lips trembled uncontrollably, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe. His brows furrowed, and fine beads of cold sweat seeped from his forehead, sliding down his temples and gathering into drops on his chin.

His fingers, which had been rapidly typing, suddenly froze, his knuckles turning white with tension, and the keys clicked erratically without his conscious effort. His chest heaved violently, his nostrils flared, and a broken gasp escaped his throat: "This...how is this possible?!"
"Oh no, oh no! I actually said I was going to slap the face of the big boss of Junxiao Group to pieces?!"

His shirt was soaked with cold sweat, sticking stickily to his skin, and the veins on his neck were clearly visible. - His throat tightened: He swallowed hard, his voice dry like sandpaper: "This...this joke has gone too far...no wonder he had bodyguards, no wonder he bid 2 million at the charity auction."

"Who the hell said he was a gigolo? Is that Ferrari sales consultant an idiot, or is he deliberately trying to sabotage us?"

"What do we do? What do we do?"

He deleted the post immediately. By the time he deleted it, there were already more than 5000 comments.

The post has been deleted, but too many people had already saved it, and a large number of netizens flooded into his other post:
"Abstract Bro, does your face hurt? You dare to slap a trillionaire?"

"The fastest face-slapping moment of the year! President Chen: I haven't even made my move yet."

"Slap Mr. Chen's face to pieces? Bro, do you have enough money in your bank account to pay for even a single hair on his head?"

"I suggest Abstract Bro change his ID to 'Quickly Cowardly,' this move makes me call you the fastest kneeling performer on Tieba!"

"I suggest you slap yourself twice to wake up. You dare to mess with someone worth trillions?"

Abstract: I'm going to slap his face to pieces! Netizen: His name is Chen XX. Abstract: Sorry, I accidentally posted the wrong message!

"This is like ants trying to shake Mount Tai, or mayflies cursing the Dragon King—they're asking for trouble."

"Breaking News: The tiger has come down the mountain. One second later: The tiger is dead!"

There were hundreds of comments like this, not only from Junxing Auto fans who came to criticize him, but also from many people who just wanted to stir up trouble.

Wang Jian, vice president of Huadi Auto Group, was also browsing Weibo at that time. As a KOC of Huadi Auto, "Abstract Live Car Talk" and he must follow each other. He just happened to see "Abstract's" post and saw the side profile photo of Chen Xiao in the comments below.

The memory of the person who had humiliated him so many times was too vivid. "It was him, it really was him. I never imagined he was the big boss of Junxiao Group."

Wang Jian thought to himself, this revenge will be difficult to achieve. Not to mention him, even his father wouldn't dare to make such a boast.

He suddenly felt a little fortunate that he had only been bullied in Jiangzhou and had never fought back. (End of Chapter)