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

"Old classmate, you're not going to make me lose my job over this, are you? Besides, even if I lose my job, I might not be able to help you succeed."

Mr. Li had drunk a bit too much, and his words became bolder. "President Song, if the other party really has a lot of influence as President Qin said, I won't cause you any trouble. But the owner of this fruit drink has no background whatsoever; it's pure luck. If you take him down, there will be no consequences whatsoever—"

President Song was taken aback. So they came prepared? He looked at Mr. Li with a strange expression: "How did you know?"

Mr. Li laughed heartily: "To be honest, that boss is my brother-in-law—"

President Song looked at him in bewilderment. Stealing his own brother-in-law's shop—is that something a human being would do?

"Hey, Mr. Song, you don't know, my brother-in-law is a real scoundrel. When they went bankrupt in their business, I was the one who gave them a lot of help, which allowed them to make a comeback. But now that they're successful, they immediately turn their backs on me. Tell me, is it appropriate to let someone like that run such a good store?"

He stood up. "Old Li, I'm leaving. I've had a bit too much to drink. I'll go to sleep first. We'll talk about your matter when you wake up today."

Mr. Song felt that Mr. Qin must know something, so he decided to find out more first. If it was really as Mr. Li's father said—that the shop owner was a person with no background and a bad character—he might consider whether there was a chance. But he was puzzled. If, as Mr. Li's father said, his brother-in-law had no background whatsoever, how did he get this position? It didn't make any sense. How could someone without any connections possibly secure such a project?

"Oh, Mr. Song, you're staying at a hotel tonight too? Then Li Chuan and I will book a room here tonight and come over to talk to you again tomorrow morning."

The two accompanied President Song all the way to the Junxiao Hotel, where Li Chuan booked a room at the front desk. Six-star hotel rooms are really expensive; a standard room cost 1888 yuan. If it weren't for that store with an annual profit of 500 million yuan, he wouldn't have been willing to spend that money.

Mr. Song staggered upstairs to his business suite. The Li family father and son wouldn't be willing to stay in such an expensive place; they weren't on the same floor, and Mr. Song was drunk and tired, needing rest. They'd strike while the iron was hot the next morning. The Han family's fruit drink shop was truly the best target—the profits were so high, and the people there were easy to bully; Mr. Song could take it down without any trouble.

The next day, early in the morning.

In the hotel's breakfast restaurant, General Manager Song and General Manager Qin sat facing each other.

"I drank a bit too much last night, but some porridge this morning makes me feel much better—"

Mr. Song chimed in, "Yeah, we did too much last night. My classmate drove me home and I had no memory of it."

Mr. Qin suddenly looked up and said, "Old Song, your old classmate seemed to have a very clear goal yesterday; he went straight to the fruit drink shop downstairs."

Mr. Song recalled what Mr. Li had said at the end and nodded, "It seems so. He said the other party had no connections and was of low character."

At this point, seeing President Qin's shocked expression, he interrupted him sharply, "Old Song—" "Do you know who the shop owner is? Don't ever say such things again. You know, loose lips sink ships."

General Manager Song immediately understood that General Manager Qin indeed knew the family's background, and asked in a low voice, "Boss, who is the boss?"

President Qin looked around, craned his neck, and said in a deep voice, "That boss's surname is Han—"

"Surname Han?" President Song didn't react at first, then President Qin said, "Our chairman is from Tianning."

"What?" President Song's face changed drastically, and he nearly knocked over the bowl in his haste. "That, that belongs to the chairman's family?"

He nodded. "It should be said that it's the chairman's father's shop."

"Ah—!" Startled, President Song jumped to his feet, then realized he had acted somewhat erratically, sat back down, and asked again, "Boss, are you sure about this?"

"It's better to believe it exists than not to believe it doesn't—have you ever thought about this: if it weren't for this, why are all the other projects operated by Dongjian Trading, while this store is run by an individual? Besides this Mr. Han, have you ever seen any other projects in our business that involve cooperation with individuals?"

Mr. Song nodded. “When I was in charge of operations upstairs, I didn’t pay much attention to those two stores, but I heard that they were originally signed to Dongjian Trading, and later Dongjian Trading gave the stores to this person.”

He thought about what his old classmate had said last night, and it didn't seem like he was lying. He was quite certain that the shop belonged to his brother-in-law. What was going on? It couldn't be that his old classmate was related to President Han, could it? If that were the case, would he need to come to him? Would he dare to steal President Han's shop?
After breakfast, General Manager Song went back to the hotel to rest for a while. He had just gone to Junxiao Supermarket at noon today and was busy until late at night. Therefore, the company told them to take time off in lieu of work and to rest when they were not too busy.

It was clear that Mr. Song wouldn't be able to rest. Mr. Li's father had stayed at the hotel all night and called Mr. Song at 9:30 this morning to ask if he had time to talk to him. Mr. Song also wanted to talk to his old classmate; Mr. Qin's words at breakfast had left him with many questions.

【Tea House】

The sofa here is a custom-made Poltrona Frau, and the coffee table is either Baccarat crystal or Fendi Casa marble.

The background music was "High Mountains and Flowing Water," controlled at 52 decibels, using the "birdcage principle" to reflect sound waves.

This was the first time Li's father and Li Chuan had ever been to such a tasteful place. If it weren't for President Song's recommendation, they would have been planning to find a teahouse outside and spend 128 yuan on a pot of tea.

"Dad, the tea here is really expensive. Just one pot of fruit tea costs 388 yuan, while it would only cost 58 yuan outside."

Mr. Li glanced at the entrance; the location was excellent, facing the hotel lobby, ensuring that President Song would be seen immediately upon arrival.

“Xiao Chuan, these are the kinds of people you need to learn to deal with. They're not like your uncle, who's incredibly unsophisticated. And your cousin, Han Xue. Do you think you've become so rude now that your family is better off?”

Li Chuan did speak up for Han Xue: "She's always been like this, cold and aloof."

"Hmph, I don't know what she's so arrogant about all day long. Once we break into their store and our annual income exceeds ten million, let's see if she can still be so arrogant then."

"Dad, I heard them say last night that this matter seems difficult to handle."

Mr. Li waved his hand, "You don't understand, these people like to talk official jargon. If a general manager really wanted to get involved with a merchant, how could he possibly fail? It just depends on whether the benefits offered are enough, and whether he's willing to do it."

“Here he comes, here he comes—” Mr. Li stood up, and Li Chuan also stood up, looking at President Song who came in from the door.

"Old classmates, please sit down. I'll chat with you for a bit, but I have to go to the site later; the big boss is going to inspect the area—"

While pouring him tea, Mr. Li casually asked, "Is it President Qin going to inspect the site?" "No, it's the Chairman going to inspect the site—" As President Song spoke, his eyes were fixed on Mr. Li. He was even more puzzled when he noticed that Mr. Li had no other reaction besides being surprised that such a high-ranking leader had come.

"President Song, I still need you to find a way to help with that fruit drink shop thing I mentioned to you last night."

After glancing at Li's father, President Song seized the opportunity to ask, "You said the owner of that tea shop is your brother-in-law. What's his surname?"

“His surname is Han,” Li’s father replied casually, unaware of the surprise in President Song’s eyes.

"Who else is in your brother-in-law's family?"

Not understanding why President Song would ask this, President Li honestly replied, "I have a daughter who just graduated from university this year. She's studying at a university in Jiangzhou—"

"Hiss—," President Song gasped, realizing it was practically confirmed. President Han had just graduated from university this year, and studied in Jiangzhou, had he? He asked, almost trembling, "What's his daughter's name?"

Mr. Li was puzzled; Mr. Song's focus was a bit odd. "Her name is Han Xue, and she's much prettier than that celebrity with the same name."

Mr. Song's hands were trembling as he held the cup, but he forced himself to put it down. "You don't know your brother-in-law's family very well, do you?"

Recalling Mr. Li's assessment of the Han family last night—ungrateful and of low character—how could that be? Who is Mr. Han? Why would he need your help to make a comeback? Old Li doesn't even know Mr. Han's background; it seems the two families have a very weak relationship. What a pity, this old classmate, with such powerful relatives, couldn't even seize the opportunity.

He glanced at Old Li with a hint of pity. Such a powerful relative—he could have risen to prominence along with him, but now it seemed there was a rift between him and this family. It seemed he should stay away from this guy. Originally, he was the chairman's uncle, and he should have been currying favor with him, but now—sigh—, President Song wondered how Old Li would feel when he found out how capable his niece was.

Suddenly, Mr. Song turned his head to look at the hotel corridor, and Mr. Li followed suit. He saw a woman in a black long dress, with a straight posture and an temperament like a plum blossom braving the snow, coming out of the hotel's guest room department, accompanied by several short-haired girls.

"Dad, what's Xiaoxue doing here?" Li Chuan noticed that Han Xue had a particularly strong presence today, like a king surveying his territory.

The hotel's general manager quickly stepped forward to greet her, and Han Xue nodded, indicating that he should go about his business.

Mr. Li said curiously, "That man in the suit looks like a manager at the hotel—"

Mr. Song happened to recognize him and said quietly, "That's the hotel's general manager—"

Ah~! Mr. Li's expression changed. He exchanged a glance with Li Chuan, somewhat confused. Why did the hotel's general manager seem so afraid of her? What was so scary about a college graduate who had just graduated this year? What qualifications did she have to command such respect from the hotel's general manager?

Just then, they saw someone walking quickly from behind. Mr. Li exclaimed, "Isn't that President Qin?"

Of course, President Song saw it. President Qin jogged over to Han Xue's side, bowed, and stood half a body length behind her, saying something. He knew that President Qin was reporting on his work.

Mr. Li was dumbfounded. "Wait, how does President Qin know my niece? And she looks... well..."

President Song replied quietly, "Still so afraid of her?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Mr. Li nodded vigorously. What exactly happened?
Mr. Song smiled faintly, "Old classmate, to be honest, I'm also very curious why you don't know what's going on?"

Just as Mr. Li was puzzled by President Song's words, President Qin happened to turn his head, saw them, and waved.

"Old classmate, I have to go now. President Qin wants me to report to him, so I can't keep you company today—"

"Hey, hey—" Mr. Li called out urgently from behind. But President Song didn't linger any longer and jogged over to President Qin's side, greeting Han Xue with utmost respect.

Li Chuan and his father were too far apart to hear what they were saying, but judging from President Song's expression, it was like a primary school student facing a teacher.

"Dad, Xiaoxue seems like someone special. And President Qin and President Song both seem like they're something else. Have you noticed how they act like servants in TV shows when they're with their masters?"

While that statement was somewhat exaggerated, it largely reflected the truth. Father Li knew that his niece was likely no ordinary person, and he was already regretting his behavior at the Han family's house yesterday.

"It seems that your uncle was able to open stores in Junwu Plaza and Junxiao Supermarket because of Han Xue's connections. Judging from the attitudes of President Qin and President Song towards her, getting a store there is not a big deal."

Li Chuan sighed, "Unfortunately, we offended them a lot yesterday."

At this moment, they saw President Qin and President Song standing ramrod straight, listening to what Han Xue was saying. As they listened, they nodded frequently, occasionally pretending to suddenly understand.

Finally, after Han Xue said something, the two nodded in agreement and turned to walk quickly outside. The Li family father and son guessed that they were probably going to Junxiao Supermarket.

"Dad, should we go up and say hello to Xiaoxue? She seems very capable. If she's willing to help us, opening a shop wouldn't be too difficult."

Mr. Li nodded, hurriedly called the waiter over to pay the bill, and then rushed after Han Xue.

At this moment, Han Xue and her group were almost out of the hotel lobby. Li's father and Li Chuan quickened their pace. Just then, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up at the entrance. The four 22-inch polished wheels drew arcs of molten gold in the sunlight.

Li Chuan exclaimed, "Dad, look, isn't this the same car we saw last night? What a coincidence!"

Mr. Li said irritably, "What time is it? You're still concerned about the car. Let's catch up with Xiaoxue first."

The words had barely left their lips when the two stopped in their tracks, staring blankly at the door. A young woman stepped out of the passenger seat of the Rolls-Royce Phantom and stood at the back door, waiting for her owner to get in.

The moment the doors opened, it was as if the air was ripped open by the double doors: Rolls-Royce’s iconic starlight canopy automatically projected a diamond-shaped carpet of light 3 meters in diameter, creating a geometric contrast with the copper and gold trim of the hotel’s revolving doors.

Han Xue bent down and sat inside. Before getting into the car, she seemed to see the Li family father and son, but her eyes were full of indifference. (End of this chapter)