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

"President Chen, it's all my fault for causing you trouble," Qiu Qiaoqiao said to Qin Sheng.

"It's alright, Zheng Yishan will pay the price," Chen Xiao waved his hand, not taking it to heart at all.

“There’s someone over there who keeps looking this way,” Zhang Ziqian said, pointing to a middle-aged man around 50 years old, dressed quite elegantly, at the service counter in the store.

Chen Xiao smiled and said, "Two such beautiful women attract attention wherever they go, it's normal."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qiu Qiaoqiao said, "They were looking for me, so they must have something to say. I'll go over there. Mr. Chen, Ziqian, next time there's a chance, I'll treat you both to dinner to express my gratitude for what happened in South Korea."

Only then did he realize that they knew each other. Chen Xiao nodded: "Go ahead, I can treat you to a meal, but no need for thanks, it's no trouble at all."

Looking at Qiu Qiaoqiao's beautiful back, Zhang Ziqian said, "You said she works at KTV, but she looks like a lady from a wealthy family, so elegant. She doesn't look like an office worker at all."

Chen Xiao recalled Qiu Qiaoqiao mentioning that his father had died young, perhaps due to some misfortune that had befallen his family and caused their decline.

We're not close enough to get to the point where we can pry into every little detail. Maybe we'll find out in the future.

"Come on, boss, your eyes are practically glued to her—"

Chen Xiao touched his chin. Was it really that obvious? But Qiu Qiaoqiao did indeed make his heart flutter.

hum-

His WeChat buzzed. He took it out and glanced at it; it was a message from Qin Yun. This was the first time he'd received a message from her since returning from South Korea.

"Chen Xiao, thank you so much! You even thought of me when you were doing business. I'll send you a big red envelope again tomorrow after I receive the payment—"

Big red envelope?
Chen Xiao couldn't help but retort, "How big is it? 10 yuan is considered a big red envelope?"

He now receives 1300 million yuan a day on welfare, and calling 10 yuan a "big red envelope" seems ridiculous. But Qin Yun had no idea that the guy she was messaging earned so much every day.

She was wondering what Chen Xiao meant by this.
{Could it be that he thought the 10% commission I gave him last time was too little?}
{Isn't that enough? Although I made some money, I still have to support people and pay rent, so there's not much left.}
If he thinks 10% is too little, how much does he want? If he thinks it's too little, why is he introducing business to me again today? Is this the final test? Yes, yes! That must be what I'm thinking. Everything can happen once or twice, but not a third time. Is this his final test? How much should I give him? What if he still thinks it's too little? Forget it, I'll just ask him directly.
Qin Yun: Chen Xiao, how much do you think is too much?

Upon seeing Qin Yun's message, Chen Xiao honestly replied, "At the very least, over 100 billion."

Qin Yun: Chen Xiao, I have a very serious question to discuss with you.

Chen Xiao: I wasn't joking with you—

Qin Yun rolled her eyes in anger in the office. The two newly hired employees whispered to each other, "Even when the boss is angry, she looks so beautiful. Guess who she's texting?"

"Who else could it be but her boyfriend? He probably just doesn't approve of her wanting to buy a certain bag."

"Get lost, he's the boss, does he need a bag?"

"You don't understand, do you? These days, bosses have it harder than employees. They're practically the ones carrying a heavy burden—working for their employees."

Her colleague looked at the shabby office and nodded. It was quite possible. The office was so shabby it was almost inhuman; the desks and chairs looked like they'd been picked up from a secondhand market.

Qin Yun ignored Chen Xiao; this guy never spoke seriously. "100 billion? Show me the guts, and I'll immediately kneel down and call you daddy." She absolutely refused to believe a word Chen Xiao said.

"Xiao Zhao, the company needs to hire a few more people. We don't have enough coders. We just received another order worth 100 million today."

"Received, Mr. Qin!"

The two people who were talking couldn't help but say, "Who said the company isn't strong? Look, they've landed another big order, 100 million! The company's business is booming!"

"The boss is amazing; he can get such a big order just by moving his fingers in the office—"

"Otherwise, how could you be the boss? When I first joined the company, the boss was the one who did HR, finance, logistics, and business all at the same time."

"A cow is born to be a boss—"

Qin Yun had no idea that her employees were praising her so much; otherwise, she would have blushed. If it weren't for Chen Xiao, she would almost be starving.

As Chen Xiao left the car dealership in Shanyun, he couldn't help but look back. Qiu Qiaoqiao was in the rest area, talking to the middle-aged man about something.

"boss--"

"boss."

Huh? Chen Xiao snapped out of his daze after Zhang Ziqian called him a few times. "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Wang from Wansheng Group is coming tomorrow. Do we need to make any arrangements?" Although they are competitors, he is also a respected senior in the business world. A year ago, Zhang Ziqian would joke with her colleagues that she was born into a bad family and was not Mr. Wang's daughter.

In retrospect, not being born as Mr. Wang's daughter is actually a great thing, because Mr. Wang has fallen from grace, and the people I'm following now are far more powerful than him.

As Chen Xiao's chief secretary, she was well aware of just how terrifying the amount of funds Junxiao Group had reached.

"What arrangements? I'll talk to him for at most half an hour. Let Xu Jun host him for lunch."

Zhang Ziqian stuck out her tongue, wondering if President Wang was furious. He'd come to visit President Chen and couldn't even get a meal. You know, when President Wang went to a place, local officials would host him—these were people who invested hundreds of billions at a time. Of course, that was in the past; President Wang probably wouldn't be making such large-scale investments now.

This trip to Jiangzhou is actually a sign of weakness, a helpless feeling of the new generation pushing the old one aside and the old one being crushed on the beach.

They were discussing President Wang, unaware that he had already arrived in Jiangzhou today and was currently at a store in Junxiao Plaza, Jiangzhou, strolling around with his entourage.

Back when it was still Wansheng Plaza, Mr. Wang once came to inspect it. The customer flow wasn't as large then, and the brand mix wasn't as good either. After being acquired by Junxiao Commercial Management, the venue has taken another leap forward.

Mr. Wang is a celebrity who frequently appears on television, and his online fame far surpasses that of Chen Xiao. His arrival still caused quite a stir. In the crowd, Peng Yu silently watched Mr. Wang, the big boss who had once admired him, but who was now reportedly having a tough time.

Seeing President Wang arrive at the entrance of the "Yirui" store of the Yinuo Group, Peng Yu felt a pang of daze. His life had begun its descent into despair at this very store. There, he had harassed Zhao Xiangjun, been beaten by Zhao Hui, and then, without even knowing who his enemy was, he was utterly defeated.

Now he knows. If he had known back then that Zhao Xiangjun was the boss's wife of Junxiao Group, he wouldn't have dared to harass her even if he had a hundred lives. Unfortunately, there's no going back. The same goes for Xia Bin of "Four Seasons Clothing." He hasn't seen him for half a year; he heard he went bankrupt and sold off all the brand's agency rights. Xia Bin has also left Jiangzhou, and even left the retail industry altogether. Peng Yu tried to contact him a while ago, only to find he'd been blocked.

Looking at the "Yinuo" store, Mr. Wang felt a mix of emotions. The "disaster" of Wansheng Group also started from this store.

"Boss, that looks like Peng Yu over there—"

President Wang remained unmoved. Peng Yu, a dog-like scoundrel. Even when he was a regional manager at Wansheng Group, he looked down on him. Now, he was someone Wansheng had eliminated and would never hire again.

Peng Yu thought for a moment, then prepared to go over and say hello. He was in a difficult situation; he hadn't worked for several months. At his age, and having suffered consecutive setbacks on several projects, all his previous achievements had been squandered. Now, the only job he could find was as a store manager in some small community projects, earning less than a fifth of what he used to. His status in the industry was nonexistent; he was often called over by small developer bosses and lectured like a grandson.

So after he resigned, he couldn't find a job he liked for a short period of time.

As Peng Yu approached Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang seemed to glance at him, his eyes seemingly filled with icy glint. Peng Yu stopped. He couldn't understand why Mr. Wang seemed to harbor hatred towards him, and his heart sank. He lost all desire to greet him. He had always denied it, but he had indeed heard many people in Wansheng say that he, Peng Yu, was a sinner of the Wansheng Group. If he hadn't caused trouble, Junxiao Commercial Management might not have even appeared, and the market structure would still be dominated by the Wansheng Group.

Mr. Wang stood outside the "Yi Rui" store, watching a round-faced girl with a leader-like demeanor smiling and talking inside, seemingly giving instructions. He took a few steps forward and asked the sales staff greeting customers at the door, "Is that your store manager?"

The salesperson recognized General Manager Wang and became a little nervous. This was a very important person. "No, no, that's our regional general manager."

Somewhat surprised, Mr. Wang wondered, "So young, and already a regional general manager?" Just then, Xu Jia finished discussing the issues she had observed during her store visit with the store manager, and they were discussing the feedback on the new product launch and how the display needed to be adjusted. Hearing a noise behind him, the store manager turned around and couldn't help but exclaim, "Hey, big shot!"

These frontline shop assistants had no idea about the relationship between the owners of "Yi Rui" or Yinuo Group and Junxiao Group. They didn't even know that Zhao Xiangjun, the top salesperson in their store, was the owner's wife of Junxiao Group. Many people gossiped that Xiangjun was different from others; while others would take maternity leave when they were close to giving birth, Xiangjun started taking maternity leave as soon as she became pregnant.

Xu Jia watched as General Manager Wang entered the store, stopped her conversation with the store manager, and went to greet him.

"President Wang—", Xu Jia greeted him with a demeanor quite unlike that of the other stores President Wang had visited, or even the regional managers and area managers of other projects he had encountered during his previous site visits, who all seemed so humble and respectful when they saw him.

The young, round-faced female district manager greeted him as if he were her neighbor, asking, "Have you eaten yet?"
"Mr. Xu is about the same age as them, yet he's already a regional general manager for a province. He's truly young and accomplished." Xu Jia smiled faintly, "I wouldn't say that. I'm just lucky."

Mr. Wang was a little curious, "When Mr. Xu saw me, he didn't seem nervous at all like others."

"It's alright, I can't think of anything to be nervous about—"

Mr. Wang smiled and nodded. "You're right. Putting aside status, everyone is equal. I like this atmosphere of equal communication. I actually really dislike those who are timid and subservient."

Xu Jia laughed. It was simply because she'd spent so much time with people even more powerful than President Wang. She dared to joke with Chen Xiao, so why would she be afraid of a mere President Wang? Chairman Xu Jun was powerful enough now, his influence in China's commercial real estate circle probably even greater than President Wang's. Yet, Xu Jun always maintained a very polite attitude towards Xu Jia. The reason was simple: he knew that she and the boss's wife were like sisters.

When Mr. Wang asked about the store's sales, Xu Jia didn't hide anything from him. When she heard that the store's sales were 50 yuan per month when this place was still Wansheng Plaza, but now it's 80 yuan per month, Mr. Wang felt a little embarrassed.

"Mr. Xu, what do you think is the main reason for such a big difference before and after?"

His assistant glanced at Xu Jia and thought that if this female CEO were smarter and had higher emotional intelligence, she should look for problems in her own company instead of attributing the problem to Wansheng Group being inferior to Junxiao Business Management.

"The level of support is different. Before, when it was Wansheng Plaza, the rent was high, and the mall had almost no marketing activities. At the same time, the mall did not value brand level as much as it valued Zhu Jing's revenue, resulting in a poor brand mix, and many tasteful customers with purchasing power did not come."

After Junxiao Commercial Management took over, they adjusted the rental structure, reducing fixed rent and increasing business conditions that allowed for the higher of fixed rent and commission-based rent. At the same time, the mall placed great emphasis on brand selection, prioritizing brand image over rental income. This led to increased foot traffic and higher-quality customers, increased profit margins for merchants, unprecedented cooperation with mall activities, and optimal merchandise allocation. All these factors combined resulted in such a significant improvement.

The people behind President Wang kept giving Xu Jia meaningful glances, but Xu Jia ignored them.

After recounting all the problems of Wansheng Group, President Wang was somewhat embarrassed, but he wouldn't lose his temper with a "small fry." On the contrary, he had to show magnanimity.

"I admire people like you who dare to speak the truth. How about we have a meal together later and have a good chat?"

The people behind President Wang looked at Xu Jia and thought to themselves, "This girl is really lucky. She actually had the honor of having dinner with President Wang. You know, so many big shots from various places want to meet President Wang and there's a long queue. As for dinner, President Wang doesn't have time to have dinner with them. This young lady is fortunate enough to have dinner with President Wang. This is something she can brag about for a lifetime."

The assistant was already thinking—this girl would definitely ask to take a photo with President Wang, get his autograph, and so on. These would be things she could brag about in the workplace; having dinner with President Wang—what an honor that would be!

When Mr. Wang said this, he never considered the possibility that Xu Jia would refuse. Normally, if he condescended to have dinner with such a nobody, she would put aside even the biggest things and choose to have dinner with him. It would be an honor for her family.

"Excuse me, I have plans for tonight—"

quiet--

The assistant beside President Wang's face changed. President Wang rarely invited people to dinner, but once he did, the other party would never refuse. Today, he made an exception and invited an unknown person, but unexpectedly, he was rejected.

I chuckled self-deprecatingly. "I guess I'm really getting old and regressing. I can't even get young people to have dinner with me anymore. I'm curious, who are you having dinner with tonight that made you turn down my invitation? Do you know how much having dinner with me can help your career development?"

Xu Jia laughed. There's no need to be so arrogant. President Wang can no longer affect her career development.

"I have plans with my best friend tonight, I'm so sorry, but I'll treat you to dinner another time."

Mr. Wang smiled, turned and left. He had an appointment with his best friend; their get-together was more important than having a meal with him. He felt humiliated, and staying there would only make him more disgraced.

hum-

The phone rang. Xu Jia picked it up, glanced at the caller ID, smiled indulgently, and quickly answered.

"Jiajia, hurry up, hurry up. Chen Xiao agreed to let me go out with you tonight. I didn't tell him I was going to eat rice noodles, otherwise he definitely wouldn't let me go out. I want to eat at that Lao Song Rice Noodles place. I haven't had it in so long, I'm so craving it."

Xu Jia said helplessly, "I'm really afraid that Chen Xiao will beat me to death if he finds out one day. You can eat anything at home, but you come out to eat rice noodles that cost ten yuan a bowl."

The person on the other end of the phone was naturally Zhao Xiangjun. Since she became pregnant, Chen Xiao had been quite strict with her, and she rarely had the chance to eat at street stalls unless Chen Xiao accompanied her.

"Hurry up, come quickly. Chen Xiao said that if you don't come to pick me up, I'm not allowed to go out alone."

"Mr. Chen really trusts me. I'm flattered. Wait for me, honey, I'll be right there."

Zhao Xiangjun hung up the phone and asked He Qing, who was standing next to her, "Are you staying home or going out to eat with me? I think you've just recovered from your injury, so it's best to eat something good at home."

He Qing shook her head, "Sister Xiangjun, I'd rather go out with you." Chen Xiao had dinner with Cha Lan and the others that evening, and now that they had a chance, she wanted to go out for rice noodles, but she had told Chen Xiao that she was going out for a stroll with Xu Jia.

"Okay, okay—we'll come back after we eat the rice noodles. He Qing, sometimes I really don't understand why Chen Xiao and the others like to eat Wagyu beef and tuna so much. Nothing tastes as good as rice noodles."

He Qing covered her mouth and chuckled. It was probably true for her; she was tired of eating these things every day at home. Not to mention Zhao Xiangjun, who loved rice noodles, even He Qing, who wasn't particularly fond of them, was starting to crave them.

Now that she's recovered and can enjoy Chen Xiao's advances every night, Wang Ping can't come here every day anymore, but she'll still come every few days. She just happens to be here today, so she'll definitely be going with He Qing.

Xu Jia arrived quickly. In the Xishan Linyu residential area, Xu Jia's car could come and go freely. She threw the car into the garage, ran over, and got into Zhao Xiangjun's bulletproof Maybach.

"Xiangjun, didn't Chen Xiao say he'd let you ride in that Rolls-Royce Phantom?"

"Why would I ride in a Rolls-Royce Phantom? I don't even go out once a month. What if it gets rusty?"

Xu Jia rolled her eyes. What can she do if the car she bought for 100 million yuan is rusty? She can ask the manufacturer for a refund plus three times the purchase price.

He Qing and Wang Ping got into her own Rolls-Royce Phantom, followed by Zhao Xiangjun's car, along with six Mercedes-Benz GLS bodyguard vehicles, and left the villa area in a grand procession.

"Sigh, it's really inconvenient to go out now, it bothers so many people, so I'll just bear with it if I can."

Xu Jia picked up a glass of champagne and asked Zhao Xiangjun, "Would you like some?"

Zhao Xiangjun smiled at her without saying a word. Then Xu Jia immediately backed down: "Never mind, forget I said anything."

"I'm not interested in alcohol, but lately I've been craving spicy food. Lao Song's rice noodles have especially delicious chili peppers."

Xu Jia took a sip and said, "This wine is good. What kind of wine is it? Bring it out later. It's good to drink with rice noodles."

Zhao Xiangjun replied casually: "Don Pérignon 'Platinum Reserve', 300 million per bottle. Only 100 bottles of this wine were produced, so enjoy it while you can."

Ah—Xu Jia almost spat it out and quickly covered her mouth with her hand. "My god, your family is too scary. You can just throw something away and it costs millions. Forget it, I won't drink this. When I leave, I'll pack it up and take it with me so Ren Jie can try it too."

"You're so ambitious. If you want a drink, go to my house and get it. When have we ever lacked your wine?"

"Ah, that's exactly what I've been waiting for. When we get back tonight, if anyone dares to refuse me, I'll tell them that I'm drinking under orders, and no one dares to stop me."

Zhao Xiangjun rolled her eyes at her, too lazy to pay attention to her. Who in the family would stop her? Xu Jia was practically one of the family members in this household.

Fenghe Street

This is a very famous snack street in Jiangzhou. The last time Zhao Xiangjun came here, she came with Chen Xiao. She remembers that she also ran into Cha Lan and Zhang Yan, her colleague at "Yi Rui".

"Park your car a little further away. There are so many people over there. If our line of cars goes by, it will easily cause a traffic jam."

Following her instructions, Yan Yue notified all vehicles to park near Wansheng Plaza in front of Fenghe Street. It was only 300 meters from Fenghe Street, passing by the Wansheng Hotel.

Wansheng Hotel is a 4-star hotel under the Wansheng Group. It used to be quite well-known in Jiangzhou, but now that there are more 5-star hotels, and with the addition of a 6-star and a 5-star hotel under the Junxiao Hotel Group, some consumers with higher spending power no longer come here.

The same goes for Wansheng Plaza in the Economic Development Zone. It used to have decent foot traffic, but now it's sandwiched between Junxiao Plaza Store 2 and Junxiao Plaza Store 3. At night, which should be the busiest time for a shopping center, it's practically deserted.

Xu Jia, always eager for drama, teased them, saying, "Why don't we just turn this Wansheng Plaza into a parking lot? The profits would probably be much higher. Otherwise, with such a huge shopping mall and no customers, how much revenue do we even have to cover the electricity bill?"

He Qing and Wang Ping got out of the car behind and walked towards Fenghe Street with the two of them.

Xu Jia joked, "Xiangjun, you like spicy food so much, could you be carrying a little princess? I've heard people say that liking spicy food means you're having a daughter." (End of Chapter)