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

What does the system mean by saying there's a connection between us? Does it mean there's a kind of destiny between us?

Li Zhi'en sized up Qiu Qiaoqiao several times. This person was so beautiful. Apart from Sister Xiangjun who could outshine her, among her own Chen family sisters, perhaps only Han Xue could compare to her.

Although President Xu is very beautiful, that's because of her status; in terms of individual features, she's slightly less attractive than this woman.

Qiu Qiaoqiao was very poised and not at all reserved, as if she had always been a part of the dinner party.

Upon hearing Ziqian say that she had clashed with Zheng Yishan's men outside, Li Zhien hurriedly said, "That guy is a bit savage, we need to be careful."

"It's alright. I've already sent people out. They'll come in immediately if there's any emergency. Besides, with their skill level, they probably wouldn't even be able to get through the door."

Chen Xiao came in for a meal, with several bodyguards standing guard outside. After the attack in Shanghai last time, he dared not let his guard down when he went out, so the security force was already strengthened. He didn't need the "Blue Star Guardians" outside; with just his few bodyguards, dozens of people definitely couldn't break in.

Lee Ji-eun nodded, relieved. Her bodyguards were also arranged by Zhang Ziqian, and she knew how formidable they were.

With men behind him, Zheng Hao remained calm and arrogantly charged straight into the private room where Zhang Ziqian was. The waiters, seeing this group of burly men, quickly made way for him, while some rushed to report to their superiors. However, they knew that reporting would be pointless, as no one dared to stop them with so many people around.

At the entrance of Chen Xiao's private room, the two short-haired girls who had just made their move looked at Zheng Hao and his menacing group and chuckled to each other. They hadn't had enough fun yet; so many people had come this time. It was a pity they couldn't level up by fighting monsters, otherwise their kung fu could have improved even more.

When Zheng Hao saw them, there were four of them, not two. He hesitated. They had just easily taken down four big men, and now there were four of them. If a real fight broke out, his side might not have the upper hand. He waved his hand, signaling the people behind him to stop.

Then he walked over and said from a distance of 3 meters: "You are surrounded. There are our people inside and outside. Now I order you to have your master come and apologize, otherwise you will not be able to leave here today."

The short-haired girl looked at him disdainfully, "Why don't you let the person behind you go? You're too weak, I'm afraid I'll kick you to death."

Zheng Hao was so frightened that he took two steps back. "Don't make a move yet. I don't want to resort to force if we can resolve this through negotiation."

"I don't believe you for a second. Weren't you quite keen on using force when you stopped that pretty girl?" She pursed her lips and muttered, "Useless trash. If you're too scared, get lost—"

Don't even mention that they don't take these people seriously. Even if there were more, one signal from her and reinforcements would come in immediately. Of the four of them, two were Lee Ji-eun's bodyguards, and two were Chen Xiao's. Since they were just coming in for a meal, they didn't bring that many people with them; the others were waiting outside. Moreover, just now, Zhang Ziqian had also called and summoned people from the Blue Star Guardian's South Korean branch, just in case.

With the boss's safety at stake, the Blue Star Guardian's South Korean branch dared not be careless and deployed almost all of its elite forces. They could stop even the army if it came, let alone these people.

Zheng Hao's face darkened. "How dare you be so arrogant in my great country, South Korea?"

"You're right, that's how arrogant they are!"

"Are you forcing us to use force? You can't make that decision. Get the owner of this private room out here. I want to talk to her."

The other two bodyguards of Lee Ji-eun thought about it and realized they really needed to report it to their superiors; they couldn't make the decision on how to handle it.
Zheng Hao was shouting loudly outside, but it could still be faintly heard inside. There were two knocks on the door, and a bodyguard came in to report that the person outside wanted to see the owner of the private room.

Lee Ji-eun stood up and said, "I'll go out and take a look—", Chen Xiao nodded, "I'll go with you."

Zheng Hao's phone rang. He glanced at it and quickly answered, "Boss, okay, I understand. I'm already at their private room door. I'll definitely bring them over."

Zheng Yishan waited for a while but no one came. He got a little anxious and scolded him, telling him to hurry up. He said there were dozens of people involved, and he couldn't even handle such a small matter.

Just as he hung up the phone, the short-haired girl came out after reporting inside. Zheng Hao stepped forward and said, "Get your master out of here right now, or none of you will be leaving today."

As soon as he finished speaking, a woman emerged from the private room. She was petite, with pale skin and a captivating, almost ascetic beauty. Zheng Hao's pupils constricted, his expression changed drastically, and he instinctively called out, "Miss Zhi En—"

My heart pounded with fear. Damn it, what bad luck! How did I mess with Ms. Ji-eun's friend? I'm doomed! What am I supposed to apologize for? Who's going to apologize to whom is still uncertain.

Just as he was thinking about how to explain this to Lee Ji-eun and preparing to leave, another person followed him out of the private room. A refined and handsome Chinese man startled Zheng Hao so much that he collapsed to the ground, a chill running down his spine: "Mr. Chen—"

Looks like this guy still remembers him. Chen Xiao walked over and kicked Zheng Hao, who was sprawled on the ground, twice: "Are you trying to scam me? What's with you collapsing to the ground as soon as you see me?"

When Zheng Hao's bodyguard saw Chen Xiao come up to replace him, he shouted loudly and yelled. Although Chen Xiao couldn't understand what he was saying, judging from the bodyguard's expression, he probably meant to threaten him.

Chen Xiao laughed and kicked Zheng Hao again: "What, are you bringing people to beat me up?"

Startled, she scrambled to her feet and slapped the burly man who came to protect her, yelling, "Get lost!"

The burly man was stunned by the slap. "I saved you, and you hit me? Are you sure you didn't hit the wrong person?"
"Get out, all of you, get out of here right now!" Zheng Hao didn't dare keep these people for a moment longer, otherwise it would be troublesome if President Chen misunderstood.

At the same time, he cursed himself for being an idiot. Why didn't he dare to think that this guy might have come to South Korea again, when he encountered such a capable female bodyguard who was also Chinese?

Zheng Yishan called again. Zheng Hao glanced at Chen Xiao, but he didn't dare to answer unless Chen Xiao spoke up.

"Go ahead and answer it," Chen Xiao said, seeing how terrified he looked, she had no interest in answering.

In another private room, Zheng Yishan was warmly entertaining his business partners from South Africa. "That good-for-nothing Zheng Hao, he takes so long to handle such a small matter. I just ran into two interesting, pretty women outside and had a little argument with them. They'll be here to apologize soon."

As he spoke, Zheng Hao answered the phone. Zheng Yishan cursed, "Are you fucking dead? Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"

"Club president—"

"Why are you stammering? When are you bringing the person?"

Zheng Hao looked dejected. "President, we can't take any more people with us."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Yishan was furious. He had just boasted to the distinguished guests, and the two women were so beautiful that he really had designs on them. Yet Zheng Hao said he couldn't take them.

"If you can't bring it, then you don't need to come back. Do you really expect me to handle such a small matter personally?"

Zheng Hao cried out, "President, please don't come! President Chen is here—"

"President Chen? What President Chen? Are you out of your mind? What kind of President Chen is he? What does he mean in front of me, Zheng Yishan?"

Such boasting, aren't you afraid of divine retribution? Zheng Hao knew that Zheng Yishan definitely hadn't realized what was going on, so he quickly explained, "It's President Chen from Junxiao Group, and Miss Zhi'en."

*Thud*—Zheng Hao heard a loud crash from the other end and guessed that the phone had fallen to the ground. Zheng Yishan's expression changed. That scoundrel was in Seoul again. This guy was someone he really couldn't afford to mess with.

Don't be fooled by the fact that his family is one of the major conglomerates; in terms of economic strength, they might not even be able to compete. Furthermore, that guy controls a vast amount of influence, making him far more terrifying than the average super-rich person. Someone revealed to him that the "Blue Star Guardian's" power is so exaggerated that its monthly equipment procurement budget far exceeds that of many large Middle Eastern countries.

Zheng Yishan dared not provoke such a person. If he did, he would lose all his business opportunities worldwide. Not to mention abroad, even in South Korea, the power of the "Blue Star Guardians" was like a sword hanging over his head, making him tremble with fear at the mere thought of it.

"President, what should we do?"

Zheng Hao was on the verge of tears, looking at Chen Xiao, who was watching him with a mocking expression, not far away.

"Screw you! Kneel down and admit your mistake, then get back here right now!"

After saying that, Zheng Yishan slammed the phone down, then subconsciously glanced at the door, afraid that Chen Xiao might suddenly bring people in.

The distinguished guest from South Africa couldn't understand Korean, but he had a translator who had quietly translated the key points for him. The South African guest realized that Zheng Yishan seemed to have bitten off more than he could chew, and he was amazed. In South Korea, was there anyone who could make the Zheng family so afraid?
Zheng Yishan chuckled twice. "You've got the wrong person. They're just a friend. Oh well, since they're friends, let's just let them go."

The translator translated it again for the distinguished South African guest, who nodded slightly. "That's a lie," he thought. "They just said they'd have their men kowtow and apologize to them."

Chen Xiao looked at Zheng Hao, who was walking towards her with a look of fear on his face, and crossed his arms.

Just as he was about to hear what his master had to say, Zheng Hao suddenly knelt down: "President Chen, I was wrong, please be magnanimous and let me go."

"This is pointless. Get lost. Go back and tell Zheng Yishan that this isn't going to end so easily. You've ruined my meal. Tell him to be prepared for punishment."

Considering that the other party showed a good attitude in admitting his mistake after realizing it was him, Chen Xiao let Zheng Hao get lost. However, Zheng Yishan still needed to be punished to teach him a lesson and prevent him from being so arrogant next time.

Chen Xiao asked Qiu Qiaoqiao where she was staying and whether she wanted to come to Junxiao Hotel with him. The main reason was that he had offended Zheng Yishan. Although Zheng Yishan knew it was him and had already backed down, what if he had malicious intentions again?
"When traveling abroad, it's safer to stay in hotels owned by Chinese people, especially those from the Junxiao Hotel Group. Nobody dares to cause trouble there."

“Okay, I’ll go to Junxiao Hotel.” Qiu Qiaoqiao was still able to accept correct opinions.

Zhang Ziqian arranged a private room for her at the hotel. Just as Chen Xiao had said, even in South Korea, no one dared to cause trouble at Junxiao Group's hotel. The power of "Blue Star Guardians" and Junxiao Capital was something that any force had to be aware of. That night, Chen Xiao held Li Zhien and continued his sexual activity.

He walked out in high spirits early in the morning. Zhang Ziqian even suspected that Li Zhi'en's terrible screams last night were an act, otherwise how could Chen Xiao look like nothing had happened? The ox is fine, but the land was ruined?
"Ziqian, prepare breakfast—"

The kitchen was already on standby; when the big boss came, how could they not serve him comfortably?

“Yeah, it’s just the two of us eating. Ji-eun said she’s not eating anymore.

Zhang Ziqian rolled her eyes. What was she supposed to eat? What she needed most right now was sleep to replenish her energy.

"By the way, boss, there was an attack at the place where we ate last night—"

Huh? Chen Xiao looked at Zhang Ziqian, who had opened her phone and was pointing at the day's news while talking to him. Chen Xiao pushed the phone away: "What are you showing me? I can't understand Korean. Just tell me. Is it related to us?"

Zhang Ziqian shook her head. The other party was going to see the CEO of Hyundai Motor, Zheng Yishan.

Chen Xiao paused, "Is that guy dead or not? He doesn't think I'm targeting him specifically, does he?"

Last night, a conflict broke out between the two sides, and then he was attacked. Most people would probably think that way, and I'm the kind of person who doesn't hold grudges. But when I retaliate, I don't resort to sneak attacks; I always crush someone openly and decisively.

"It's okay. The car was hit and went into the sea, but it was rescued. However, it seems that his guest did not survive."

Hit by a car? Chen Xiao put down his cutlery. This scene was so similar to the attack he had suffered in Shanghai. If He Qing hadn't rushed over, his car might have been hit by a truck and thrown into the river.

“Boss, I suggest we go back to China as soon as possible. I’m worried that Zheng Yishan might mistakenly think that we did it. A rich man shouldn’t sit under a dangerous roof. It’s risky for you to stay in South Korea until this matter is investigated.”

He shook his head. "Even if he had ten lives, he wouldn't dare to cause me any trouble. He can try if he doesn't believe me. Besides, I left in a hurry now, otherwise it would be confirmed that this matter is related to us. Otherwise, why would I run away? In that case, I would be taking the blame for the murderer. I can't do something like that."

"Why did Qiu Qiaoqiao end up at Yunxian Palace last night? It's a members-only place; you can't get in without an invitation." Chen Xiao suddenly remembered this, finding it extremely strange.

“I asked her last night. She said she was having dinner with some Korean friends, but Zheng Yishan stopped her. Afraid of causing trouble for her friends, she went to our private room and her friends left. What, boss, do you suspect her?”

Perhaps he was overthinking it. Chen Xiao pondered for a moment, "It shouldn't be. She has no motive, and she wouldn't go so far as to kill Zheng Yishan because of what happened last night."

Zhang Ziqian pursed her lips. "She's a delicate woman, how could she have that ability? Besides, from the time the conflict started last night to Zheng Yishan's accident, only a few hours passed. She was with us the whole time and didn't have time to arrange this matter at all."

Nodding in agreement with Zhang Ziqian's statement, he said, "From now on, double the security force for Zhi'en. Although this matter has nothing to do with us, we do need to be on guard. Zheng Yishan doesn't seem to be very smart."

He chuckled. He's the CEO of Hyundai Motors. If he were really that stupid, could he hold this position? But then again, the difference in intelligence between people isn't that great. Zheng Yishan can be the CEO because he's a direct descendant of the Zheng family, and also because his upbringing and education were all related to business. Ordinary people certainly don't have his advantages.

Therefore, he may be good at being a CEO, but it's hard to say he's particularly intelligent.

Ziqian, go ask Qiu Qiaoqiao if she wants to go out with us during the day, and we can go back to China together tomorrow?

"Hmm—", Zhang Ziqian stood up, and before leaving, she suddenly turned back: "No way, boss, you met such a beautiful woman, and you don't even have her contact information?"

She knew Chen Xiao well; if she had Qiu Qiaoqiao's contact information, he would have messaged her directly instead of making her make the trip.

Chen Xiao chuckled dryly twice. "I'm quite self-disciplined, and I generally don't add girls' contact information."

Covering her mouth and chuckling, Zhang Ziqian didn't believe a word of it. Without delay, she ran out to find Qiu Qiaoqiao. Qiu Qiaoqiao didn't stay in the presidential suite. It wasn't that Chen Xiao was stingy and didn't want to treat her; it was that Qiu Qiaoqiao insisted on staying in a business suite. She said the presidential suite was too luxurious and she wasn't used to it. Chen Xiao didn't insist, but he did arrange security personnel; they still needed to be careful around Zheng Yishan.

After a while, Zhang Ziqian came back and told him that Qiu Qiaoqiao said she was tired and would rest at the hotel. She also had to see her friends during the day and would not be going back to China with them tomorrow. She would stay in South Korea for a few more days.

"Oh—okay~!"

"Boss, you look a little disappointed."

He pulled her close, saying, "You've been getting a bit too bold lately—"

Zhang Ziqian gasped and lowered her head, not daring to speak, because Chen Xiao had lifted her skirt again and was about to spank her again.

The Zheng family's house is located on the first row of the Han River in Seongsu-dong, forming a "jade belt around the waist" water feature, with a basement reaching a depth of 25 meters.

Centered on the residence, there is signal shielding within 800 meters (military-grade ECM electronic countermeasures system), and seven special operations outposts disguised as convenience stores are distributed within a 3-kilometer radius.

On the surface, it is a Renaissance-style villa, but in reality, the entire building is made of bulletproof glass; the solar panels on the roof are actually phased array radars, and the garage roller shutter door weighs 1.5 times as much as a bank vault door.

The piano in the room is a Steinway from 1853. A pet golden retriever wearing a Van Cleef & Arpels collar is shaking its head. Zheng Yishan is sitting on the sofa, and an old man is sitting opposite him with a serious expression.

“It shouldn’t be Chen Xiao—” he said without hesitation.

Zheng Yishan looked up and quickly said, "But I had a conflict with his people last night."

Zheng Xiong, the current patriarch of the Contemporary Group and also its chairman, waved his hand: "I have specifically studied Chen Xiao's style of doing things. He is arrogant and domineering, and he takes revenge immediately, but he never resorts to sneak attacks. Besides, if he wanted you to die, he wouldn't need anyone else to take action while he was in South Korea. Wouldn't that put himself in danger?"

"But who could it be? The murderer is dead now, so there's no way to find out."

Zheng Xiong snorted coldly, "That's not necessarily true. There will always be clues. Let's find out who this person came from first, and then we'll unravel the mystery and investigate thoroughly."

"What about Chen Xiao?"

"You sent people to keep an eye on Chen Xiao? Withdraw them all—"

Zheng Yishan was still somewhat unwilling, saying, "My people were very discreet."

hum-

The phone rang, and Zheng Xiong gestured for him to answer it.

"President, something terrible has happened! All the people we sent to follow Chen Xiao have been knocked unconscious and thrown into the garbage dump."

Zheng Yishan's grip on his phone tightened. "Who did this?"

Zheng Xiong snorted. He had heard everything on the phone. He roared, "Who else could have done this? Bring all the people back!"

On the other end of the phone, Zheng Hao said tremblingly, "The Blue Star Guardians have all assembled. There are at least several hundred elites around the Zheng family right now."

"What—?" Zheng Yishan was so frightened that he stood up abruptly, but his wound hadn't healed yet, and he cried out in pain, "What, what is he going to do? Is he going to attack the Zheng family? He's crazy, who gave him the guts? This is South Korea, not China."

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Xiong gestured for him to sit down. "He wouldn't do something so stupid; he's just using this to warn us. Okay, you're not going out these next few days anyway, so just stay home. Stay as far away from Chen Xiao as possible from now on."

"After what happened last night, plus the fact that you had someone tailing you, he'll definitely deal with you, but not kill you. Just let him be; let him calm down. You idiot, be careful in the future. Not just anyone can be messed with, especially since our Zheng family's business spans the globe. You're asking for death by messing with someone like him."

Zheng Yishan was also furious last night. His first reaction was that Chen Xiao was going to get him. He had almost lost his life, so who cared who he was or how scary he was? Now that he was alright, the thought of the consequences of provoking Chen Xiao made him a little scared.

Chen Xiao overestimated Zheng Yishan's intelligence. He actually dared to send someone to keep an eye on him and have Zhang Ziqian arrange for Hassan to give him a hard time, to teach him a lesson he would never forget.

That day, he took Lee Ji-eun to Cheongdam-dong and Yongsan I'PARK MALL. They skipped Dongdaemun Duty Free Kingdom; it was too crowded, and he wasn't interested in joining the throng. In those two days in South Korea, Lee Ji-eun probably didn't spend as much time shopping as she had in all her years combined.

On the helicopter that took Chen Xiao to the airport, Lee Ji-eun kissed him passionately. After this parting, it would probably be more than a month before she saw him again. Her schedule was too full, and she was leaving for the UAE tomorrow to prepare for her world concert.

Given her frequent travels, Chen Xiao ordered a Gulfstream business jet for her, but delivery will take some time.

The "Starry Night" stores on Rue Rodeo in South Korea and the Champs-Élysées in Paris have performed reasonably well, though not as impressively as those in Shanghai, which was to his surprise. After all, as China's first luxury brand, the acceptance rate among Chinese people is definitely higher than that of these foreigners. Many people, even if they don't particularly like "Starry Night" products, still support it because of the courage of Chinese people to create a luxury brand.

Of course, Chen Xiao also saw many problems during this trip, which require further adjustments. Discovering problems is a good thing, and that's precisely the purpose of his trip. (End of Chapter)