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

He then realized that the refined and handsome man, whom he called a pretty boy, who was embracing He Qing, was actually the big boss of Junxiao Group.

Gao Lei almost fainted on the spot. What kind of bad luck could have allowed him to offend that person?

He was indeed persistent and clingy, but that was based on his belief that he was the most suitable person for He Qing, and the most competitive among all his suitors. He was arrogant, convinced that He Qing would ultimately choose him.

But if the opponent is the boss of Junxiao Group, why would he still be so stubborn? He's probably dozens of Wang Jians behind him, and even if you include Wang Jian's father, his assets probably can't compare.

Such a person wouldn't even dare to entertain the thought of competing.

Now that he knew Chen Xiao's identity, everything that had happened recently became clear. He had someone investigate the charity auction that night, and it turned out that He Qing participated in the charity auction in the name of the Junxiao Charity Foundation. Since He Qing was Chen Xiao's woman, her identity was self-evident. Considering that Wang Ping was only in her early twenties, yet she could become the financial director of the Junxiao Charity Foundation, it was obvious that this was due to He Qing's influence.

Now I finally understand why Wang Ping didn't let him go to the Junxiao Charity Foundation. It's because He Qing is there and is in charge. She was afraid that Gao Lei would cause trouble for him.

Gao Lei looked at Wang Ping, tears welling up in his eyes. "I'm so heartbroken. If I had told myself from the first meeting that He Qing was the head of the Junxiao Charity Foundation and the woman of the Junxiao Group's boss, I wouldn't have dared to pester her even if I had a hundred lives. And none of this would have happened. Maybe I could have even gotten business from the Junxiao Group through my classmate's connection and taken another big leap in my career."

Women, they really make things difficult. But he kept this to himself and dared not say it aloud.

Seeing his timid appearance, and having successfully been promoted from maid to bedchamber maid, Wang Ping's pride soared, and she nodded slightly. "Come in, I'll give you five minutes."

Gao Lei quickly thanked her, thinking that this junior sister was getting more and more arrogant. He didn't know that she now had the right to be arrogant.

In Wang Ping's office, her assistant came over to make tea.

"Wait a minute, change this." He took a can of tea out of his bag and handed it to his assistant. "This is a top-grade Houkui tea that I bought at auction for 160 million per 500 grams. I've been drinking this tea lately."

"Received." His hands trembled as he took the tea canister; this small amount of tea was worth hundreds of thousands. Mr. Wang truly lived up to his reputation as the person in the company who knew how to enjoy life most, second only to Mr. He.

"Oh, Mr. Wang, I never expected to have the opportunity to taste such fine tea. I'm so grateful to you," Gao Lei said flatteringly.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Ping pointed to herself and said to her assistant, "Just get this Mr. Gao a bottle of mineral water."

Unfortunately, even the worst treatment at the company was Evian mineral water. Wang Ping almost couldn't resist asking her assistant to give her tap water.

Gao Lei stood there awkwardly, while Wang Ping sat down in her boss's chair, as if listening to Gao Lei's report: "Go ahead and speak."

It wasn't that she was arrogant; Gao Lei was indeed too annoying, and she couldn't afford to give him a friendly look. Besides, she felt that now that she had been promoted to a bedchamber maid, she should at least put on a certain air, otherwise wouldn't that diminish the prestige of the Chen family?

"Mr. Wang, let me state two points first. First, I will no longer pursue He Qing with unrealistic fantasies; second, I will not have any intention or action of revenge for Mr. Chen slapping me."

Wang Ping sneered, "Why are you telling me this? It means you've figured it out and aren't courting death anymore."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

She glanced at her watch; it was a Patek Philippe that Chen Xiao had given her in Shanghai, worth over a million yuan. She raised her wrist slightly, but clearly, it didn't achieve the desired effect. Gao Lei's career was just beginning; don't be fooled by the prospect of soon generating over a billion yuan in revenue a year—that's just the beginning.

They've already raised a lot of money, all of which has been used to expand their production lines. Where would they get the money to buy luxury goods? Now that the orders have been cancelled, they might never have the chance to see such an expensive watch in their lifetime. Trying to show it off in front of him would be like casting pearls before swine.
"3 minutes left!"

This junior sister was still so unforgiving. Gao Lei knew that if he didn't speak up soon, he might miss his only chance today.

"Mr. Wang, I would like to ask you and Mr. He to put in a good word for me with Mr. Chen, considering that we were once alumni, and let me off the hook."

Pleading on her behalf? Wang Ping didn't think she was important enough to influence someone's marriage. He Qing, on the other hand, could. Given her current situation, even if she wanted the stars in the sky, President Chen would find a way to get them for her. If she asked, Chen Xiao would definitely let Gao Lei go. But why would she ask?

"Gao Lei, President Chen isn't targeting you specifically. You can't possibly still want to do business with President Chen, can you? That's just wishful thinking. You should be grateful that President Chen isn't pursuing this anymore. If you keep dawdling here, he might remember you and issue a ban on you in the industry, and then you won't have any chance at all."

Upon hearing Wang Ping's description of the scene, Gao Lei turned pale. If Chen Xiao really issued a blacklist, who would risk offending the boss of Junxiao Group to cooperate with him? His life would be over.

"Mr. Wang, please take good care of me in the future. I'm doing this now—", he said, putting on a pitiful look.

Wang Ping picked up her teacup to see the guest off, saying, "I'm already being kind by not kicking you when you're down. Don't ever show your face in front of me and He Qing again, or I'll start paying attention to you instead of helping you."

Now that she's Mr. Chen's bedchamber maid, how dare these stinky men outside even associate with her? Wang Ping felt that ever since Mr. Chen "blessed" her, no other man was worthy of speaking to her.

Gao Lei sensed the threat in her voice. He wouldn't have cared before, but now that he knew He Qing was Chen Xiao's woman, he was genuinely afraid. He quickly stood up and said, "Mr. Wang, I'll leave right away and promise not to bother you again."

Today's visit wasn't entirely fruitless; at least he knows Chen Xiao won't pursue the matter further, although Junxiao Group will definitely not be doing business with him anymore.
-
Jiangzhou Design Institute

Bai Sheng came out of his office, preparing to visit a friend. As soon as he stepped out of the building, he exclaimed, "Whose car is that?" and asked his assistant.

A Rolls-Royce Phantom, followed by two Mercedes-Benz GLSs—he'd seen this lineup once before, when Chen Xiao came. But Chen Xiao's car was an extended Rolls-Royce Phantom; this one clearly wasn't his. And the bodyguards he'd seen last time were Jeep Wranglers; what were these two Mercedes-Benz GLSs for?

The assistant quickly picked up his phone and called administration to check today's visitor records to see whose Rolls-Royce Phantom it was.
As Bai Sheng got into his car, he wondered, "Are Rolls-Royce Phantoms so common? Why are they everywhere?"

A moment later, the assistant received a call from the administration office, and then she froze as if she'd been frozen in ice. "Mr. Bai, the administration office says...it's Assistant Bai."

What? His sister's? That's too much! The general manager drives a Mercedes, the assistant drives a Rolls-Royce Phantom, and they even have bodyguards. This is completely outrageous!

Without even thinking, he guessed it was a gift from Chen Xiao. That guy, he only knows how to pamper women, but why doesn't he know how to pamper the woman's family?

Jiangzhou Design Institute is currently collaborating with the Guo Group on a smart city project, and they're raking in more contracts than they can handle. Their biggest worry now is purchasing equipment to accelerate the project, but they're running out of funds. Despite their annual output of several billion yuan, their net profit is less than 2 million yuan. This amount is simply insufficient for large-scale equipment purchases. He roughly calculated that to keep pace with the Guo Group's expansion speed, they need at least another 5 million yuan in cash.

Sigh, I'll talk to my husband about this when I get home tonight. He's still so young; maybe we could use his savings to help out the company. He visited a friend this afternoon, hoping to get some donations, but the economic climate isn't good right now. Even the richest families are running out of money. Many seemingly successful companies aren't even sure if they can pay salaries next month.

Sure enough, the friend he visited in the afternoon was driving a Maybach, which sounded very prestigious. However, after chatting for a while, Bai Sheng realized that he didn't seem like a beggar today, but rather like a subcontractor. These old guys all wanted to get some work from him.

Unfortunately, the construction of this smart city requires new equipment, which is currently under development at Dr. Feng's Robotics Technology Group. While it can get things done, new equipment and sensors are needed to meet the needs of the Guo Group, which requires a significant investment.

Bai Sheng hadn't expected the other party to be in such dire straits. They'd already mortgaged their Maybach, and he was even thinking of borrowing money? He wondered if he was being too cruel. If the other party had the funds, Bai Sheng might actually be willing to give them the order, since the Guo Group was very quick to pay, and the initial payment covered their costs. But the key issue was that this guy's current equipment was inadequate, and he didn't have the money to purchase new equipment.

On his way home, Bai Sheng finally understood. The business of Jiangzhou Design Institute was doing quite well. If he himself wasn't well-off, how could his old brothers possibly be rich? The profits were neither much nor little, and there was still a pile of unpaid debts that he couldn't get back. Some of them had been owed for more than a year and still hadn't been paid back.

From this perspective, my cooperation with the Guo Group is incredibly lucrative. The contract stipulates a 60% payment, and the profit margin is also quite good. Things are a bit difficult right now, but the future looks bright.

Bai Sheng clenched his fist to encourage himself—Come on, come on, let's swindle the old man's savings for his funeral.

When I got home, I saw that Rolls-Royce Phantom and suddenly felt that my 6-year-old Mercedes-Benz S-Class was so outdated.

He shook his head; his sister was making him lose face. Entering the living room, he found Bai Lu playing with a jadeite bangle, a type of glass-like jade, on the sofa. Judging by its clarity and translucency, it probably cost at least 2000 million yuan.

"Bai Lu, was it sent by Chen Xiao again?"

"Bai Sheng, do you want to get yourself killed? Who are you?" Bai Lu's eyes were full of threat, as if she was saying, "If you don't apologize, I'll report you."

Bai Sheng immediately backed down, realizing he couldn't go home. At the company, he was nominally the boss, even though he couldn't control his younger sister. But at home, he could only act like a subservient grandson. His father would scold him at the drop of a hat, and his younger sister would bully him. Apart from his two-year-old son, whom he could bully a little without daring to fight back, he couldn't afford to offend anyone else.

"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, I meant to say it was a gift from that handsome guy, right?"

Bai Lu looked at him and sneered, "Bai Sheng, something's not right with you today. You're being unusually attentive; there's always something fishy going on. Tell me, is there something you want?"

Hmm—? He did have something to say, but it was for the old man. However, after Bai Lu reminded him, he suddenly realized that his brother-in-law was a gold mine. Why should he go to such lengths? 5 million is nothing to the boss of Junxiao Group. He has been making acquisitions recently, and none of them have been less than 5 million.

Also, my sister probably has some savings of at least 2000 million. Every little bit helps, so it wouldn't be bad to use it to support the company temporarily.

"Oh my, little sister, I saw you've switched to a Rolls-Royce Phantom. You're getting so luxurious! And I see you even have bodyguards?" Bai Lu immediately pouted. "Don't say anything more! I said no, but Chen Xiao insisted. Sigh—"

What does this mean? One is desperately refusing, while the other is desperately giving? Is this a complaint or a public display of affection?

"Um, little sister, there's something I want to discuss with you."

"Why are you stammering? Are you feeling guilty?"

Bai Sheng chuckled twice, "It is indeed difficult to bring up, mainly because I don't know if our sibling relationship can withstand the test of money."

Bai Lu had been admiring her jade bracelet, but now she turned her attention to Bai Sheng: "What do you mean? You want to borrow money from me?"

"Sister, the company's current cooperation with the Guo Group is a rare strategic opportunity. In order to match the Guo Group's development needs, we need to purchase a large quantity of equipment. The company's cash flow is insufficient, and—"

"Can you stop beating around the bush? Just get straight to the point."

"Besides, you're also one of the company's shareholders. You should do your part for the company's development, right? So, could you lend the company some money?"

Bai Sheng blushed, feeling ashamed that he had to borrow money from his sister to upgrade equipment and even swindle his father's savings for his funeral after running the company for so long. Then, fearing his sister might disagree, he added, "Don't worry, the company now has an order from the Guo Group, so we should be able to pay you back by the end of the year."

"How much do you want?"

"How much do I want? Little sister, you're talking like you can have as much as I want, haha. Don't you know your own family? Your little stash is at most 2000 million."

"Fools often die from talking too much. Bai Sheng, this is your last chance. If you don't tell me the amount, don't come looking for me again. Go sell your kidney yourself."

He was genuinely afraid Bai Lu would get angry. Bai Sheng not only needed to borrow money from her, but he also needed this "little cotton-padded jacket" of Chairman Bai's to help him swindle the old man's life savings—that was the real problem. 5 million yuan, the old man should be able to come up with that.

"Oh, oh, sister, calm down."

This time, Bai Sheng didn't dare to dawdle. After briefly explaining the company's situation, he said directly, "The company needs 5 million yuan in funding right now. I can come up with 5000 million yuan myself. Can you lend me some? I'll ask the old man for some more donations later."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Bai Lu said, "Don't look for Dad anymore, I'll lend you 5 million."

"Huh?!?!" Bai Sheng jumped to his feet. "Little sister, don't joke around. How could you possibly have 5 million?!"

This is 5 million in cash, not 5 million in net worth. They are completely different concepts. Bai Sheng himself only has 5000 million. How could Bai Lu have so much? Could it be that the old man saved up a secret stash for her? No way. According to my estimation, the old man's funeral savings definitely do not exceed 10 billion. He couldn't have given it all to his sister, could he?

"Who's joking with you? Do you want it or not? If you do, the company will give me an IOU, and the money will be transferred to the company account tomorrow."

"Yes, yes!" Although he didn't know what was going on, he knew Bai Lu's personality; this younger sister wouldn't lie. He rubbed his hands together, overjoyed. He hadn't expected that the matter that had been troubling him for the past two days would be resolved so easily. If he had known this would happen, why would he have bothered running around begging for alms? He could have just pleaded with Assistant Bai directly.

With a vague guess in her mind, she stroked the purple clay teapot cup with her hand and asked curiously, "Little sister, did Chen Xiao give you this money?"

Seeing Bai Lu nod, he gasped, "Isn't Chen Xiao a bit of a beast? Giving away 5 million just like that?"

With a thud, Bai Sheng heard what sounded like a chair falling over on the second floor, but he didn't pay much attention and muttered to himself, "Is Dad upstairs? How could he be so careless?"

"Bai Sheng, you're the beast! You're worse than a beast! You don't want the money anymore, do you?"

Bai Lu's delicate and flawless face immediately showed displeasure when she heard Bai Sheng call Chen Xiao a beast, even though she knew he was joking and exaggerating.

"I acted impulsively and said things I shouldn't have. Don't be angry, don't be angry. I was just surprised that I gave you so much money. Little sister, did you give away your own savings, or what?"

Bai Lu glanced at her watch and told the housekeeper to start cooking. Bai Sheng was puzzled; they usually ate around 18:30 PM. It was only 17:00 PM, why so early?

Before he could even ask, Bai Lu said, "It was all given by Chen Xiao. I don't have any savings. My little bit of money isn't even enough to fill your teeth."

Bai Sheng was most curious about how much money Chen Xiao had given her, so he pressed for an answer. Bai Lu glared at him and said, "What? Let me tell you, lending you 5 million is already more than enough. Don't push your luck."

"No, no, I'm just curious!"

Bai Lu snorted and held up two fingers. Bai Sheng's first thought was 2 million, but he immediately dismissed it, because if she gave him 5 million, Bai Lu wouldn't be able to lend him 20 million, which would be—2 billion!?
No way—really?

Bai Sheng felt resentful. As a general manager with billions in output value, he worked himself to the bone all year round, yet he couldn't save much money.

Despite the company's large annual output, its annual profit is only around 2 million yuan. And that profit can't all be distributed as dividends; a portion also needs to be invested in application development. Therefore, his income mainly consists of salary plus year-end bonus. In recent years, his dividends have been similar to his sister's, around 2000 million yuan.

But Chen Xiao gave her 20 billion yuan. This is really something else. He is the CEO of a company with billions of yuan in revenue, and whose annual output value is about to exceed 100 billion yuan, and he just casually gave it to Bai Lu.

Bai Sheng regretted being born a man. If he were a woman, why would he need to strive? Wouldn't it be better to just pamper himself, exercise, and go out with his girlfriends every day like his sister?
Although he had guessed it was 20 billion, Bai Sheng still wouldn't believe it unless Bai Lu confirmed it herself. He asked in surprise, "Is it...20 billion?"

Bai Lu quickly shook her head. Instead of being disappointed, Bai Sheng breathed a sigh of relief. It was normal that there wasn't that much; even if Chen Xiao was good to his sister, giving her 20 billion was still too extravagant.

But then he got confused again. How much did he give her? What did his sister mean by gesturing with a "2"? Was she calling him an idiot?
"Sister, what did he give you this money for? How much did he give you?"

Bai Lu understood the deeper meaning behind Chen Xiao giving her the money—it was for her to invest, a legacy for her and Chen Xiao's child. However, she didn't need to be so explicit with Bai Sheng. She replied calmly, "It's for me to invest, 200 billion!"

Thump, bang!

Bai Sheng slipped and fell to the ground. The purple clay teapot and cup fell and hit his knee. He forgot about the pain and collapsed to the ground.

How much did she say? 200 billion? In Zimbabwean dollars?

He couldn't believe that someone would give 200 billion to his woman. Although he knew Chen Xiao was rich, having money and being willing to give it away were not the same thing, especially so much money.

But another voice told him it was true, because it was Chen Xiao, and he had the financial means. His sister wouldn't lie; besides, the fact that she agreed to give him 5 million without batting an eye proved she had more money than that.

He lay on the ground for several minutes until Bai Lu scolded him disdainfully, "How old are you, lying on the ground?"

His eyes had just adjusted to focus when he sighed and said with a wry smile, "I've been working myself to the bone, like a beast of burden, worrying every day, searching everywhere for help for a few hundred million."

You, on the other hand, live a carefree life, pampered by your old man at home and by your boyfriend when you go out. No, it's not just pampering, it's 200 billion! Do you know that? 99.99% of the richest people in China wouldn't dare to compare their cash flow with yours.

That's why I say Chen Xiao is a beast, a real beast.

After saying that, he roared almost in a fit of rage: "Chen Xiao, you're a beast! Ahhh!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a shoe flew down from upstairs, hitting him squarely in the face. Then he heard Chairman Bai's furious voice: "Bai Sheng, I'll destroy you today! You bastard, you can't keep your mouth shut!"

There was a loud crash in the kitchen, clearly startled by the shout from the cook.

Chairman Bai rushed down the spiral staircase. Startled, Bai Sheng quickly stood up and apologized, "Dad, Dad, I was wrong. I won't say it again. Don't worry, don't worry. Anyway, Chen Xiao can't hear us. It's okay if our family shuts the door and curses him for being a beast."

"Ah—ah ah, Bailu, give me your evil-repelling sword. I'm going to get rid of this wicked beast today."

Chairman Bai whipped Bai Sheng with his belt while calling out to Bai Lu, asking her to bring him the wooden sword she usually played with.

Just then, a gentle, refined voice came from upstairs: "Uncle Bai, stop hitting him." (End of Chapter)