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

Feng Ting was amused by the analogy. Looking at her son Jia Hao's embarrassed expression, as if he wanted to disappear into a crack in the ground, and thinking about the flashy but impractical advertisements in the Ruishi showroom and her son's previous boasts about "high-end" products, she suddenly realized that she had almost been fooled by the gimmick of "strong and powerful, tall and mighty".

Jia Hao was a little embarrassed. Although he didn't want to admit it, the sales performance of the Ruishi N7L since its launch had fully demonstrated that Xie Xiaoxiao's evaluation was objective and incisive.

The problem is that the entire Huadi Group, or rather the Ruishi brand, its KOCs, and its fans are unwilling to admit it.

They think that consumers don't buy their products because consumers don't know how to end things?
The question is, why should consumers understand technology? Consumers want experience, and technology is only valuable if it can provide consumers with a direct and tangible experience.

Instead of saying you have the technology and expecting consumers to pay for it.

You cook a plate of Mapo Tofu and boast that your cooking skills are amazing. Someone asks what's so amazing about it, and you say you cook it with your feet. The only response you'll get is—Pah!

Shen Yun, knowing Jia Hao's embarrassment, helped him out: "Teacher Feng, our opinions can only be used as a reference. Ultimately, which car to buy depends on the actual situation. He still works for the Ruishi brand, which is also something to consider."

Jia Hao glanced gratefully at Shen Yun. If Feng Ting had really decided to buy Junxing Auto or HarmonyOS today, there would have been nothing he could do. But knowing the company culture, he knew he would definitely be punished in the future.

After we finished looking at the car, it was around 16:00 PM.

Feng Ting, now able to befriend Shen Yun, proactively suggested, "Teacher Shen, let's invite Chen Xiao out for dinner tonight, so our two families can have a get-together."

Shen Jun hadn't originally planned to invite Chen Xiao, but after Feng Ting's suggestion, she felt it was inappropriate to refuse. So she said to Zhang Ziqian, "Why don't you inform Chen Xiao and see where we should eat?"

Upon hearing Shen Yun agree and even offer to inform Chen Xiao, Feng Ting quickly interjected, "Hey—Teacher Shen! It's a deal today, we have to treat! You can't spend any more money!" Her tone was firm, trying to demonstrate her "sincerity."

Shen Yun certainly wouldn't let them treat him to a meal. In Jiangzhou, the Chen family was more like the landlords, and it was their duty to extend hospitality.
Zhang Ziqian had already walked to the side and quickly made a phone call to Chen Xiao to confirm that he was available.

Putting down her phone, she returned to Shen Yun's side and asked in a low voice, "What do you think... how about arranging for us to stay in the rooftop garden of Yunfeng Building, where President He is? The environment is very quiet, private, and the view is superb, like a paradise. Moreover," she added a more down-to-earth reason, "Old Jia's Jiangzhou local dishes are absolutely amazing! It would be perfect for Teacher Feng and the others to taste authentic local flavors."

She considered everything very carefully:

While the Western food at Junxiao Lakeside Hotel is top-notch, Feng Ting and her companions might not be used to it.

The rooftop restaurant on the 58th floor of Junxiao headquarters in the CBD? That place has too much symbolic significance. Taking my family there would be too ostentatious and high-profile, which would make Feng Ting and the others uncomfortable.

The rooftop garden of Yunfeng Building offers both style and privacy, as well as down-to-earth cuisine—just the right balance.

Shen Yun had never been to the Yunfeng Building, but she trusted Zhang Ziqian completely, knowing that this was her son's personal secretary and that many of Chen Xiao's affairs were arranged by her.

"You decide—"

Zhang Ziqian received approval and immediately notified He Qing to make preparations.

Shen Yun then turned to Xie Xiaoxiao and Qin Ning, her smile warm and natural: "If you're free tonight, why don't you come over for dinner? It'll be more lively with more people."

what--

Neither of them had expected to have the opportunity to dine with President Chen. Xie Xiaoxiao was alright; before she knew Chen Xiao was the boss of Junxiao Group, she mistook him for Cha Lan's assistant, and at that time she treated Chen Xiao like a friend.

Qin Ning, on the other hand, initially thought Chen Xiao was just Cha Lan's assistant at the party, someone who was also handsome, but she wasn't interested. She was already immune to handsome men, surrounded by countless others.

Later, after learning that Chen Xiao was actually the owner of Junxiao Group, her attitude changed. For the past month, she'd dreamt of Chen Xiao countless times, and every morning she'd have to change her underwear. It has to be said, for some people, wealth is nothing short of an aphrodisiac.

To be able to have dinner with...Mr. Chen?!

The thought surged through her body like an electric current! Her heart began to pound uncontrollably!

"I...I'm fine! Thank you, Aunt Shen! It's an honor!" Qin Ning tried hard to suppress the turmoil in her heart and maintain her composure, but her voice trembled slightly.

She tilted her head slightly, took a deep breath, and tried to calm her racing heart and the familiar, thrilling surge of heat rising deep within her. Tonight… might be… a chance to change her destiny?

Shen Jun checked the time. "It's about time. Let's go. Teacher Feng, did you drive here?"

“Yes, yes. We drove here. Where’s Teacher Shen? Maybe two of you can ride in our car, there’s room.” Feng Ting was very enthusiastic, and now she wanted to get closer to Teacher Shen.

"No need, we all have cars. How about this, we'll meet at Yunfeng Building, Jia Hao can just use navigation to get there."

This group of people all brought their own cars and went to the parking lot. Shen Jun and his group went to call Zhao Xiangjun.

Feng Ting and the others then realized that the daughter-in-law of Teacher Shen, whom they had met at Junxiao Square in Laiwu, had also come over, but was resting downstairs.

Han Xue accompanied Shen Jun down to find Zhao Xiangjun. Zhang Ziqian was worried that it would be inconvenient for them to go directly up to Yunfeng Building, so she went with them and led the way ahead.

Along the way, Qin Ning and Xie Xiaoxiao deliberately befriended Zhang Ziqian, only occasionally exchanging a few words with Feng Ting and the others.

Quite by chance, Qin Ning's car was right next to Jia Hao's. Watching the two supermodels get into the Range Rover across the street, Jia Hao couldn't help but click his tongue, his tone complex: "They really are rich... This Range Rover must have cost over 200 million RMB, right?" The massive body and exquisite details silently spoke of the owner's wealth.

Upon hearing this, Feng Ting glanced at the steel behemoth and sighed softly, "More than 200 million... just for a means of transportation? Your father and I have worked hard our whole lives and never earned that much money."

Liu Li, sitting in the passenger seat, said, "Wait a minute, Zhang Ziqian's car is here. Let's go with it."

"Hmm—", Jia Hao immediately perked up, his eyes scanning the entrance like radar, trying to pinpoint Zhang Ziqian's car as soon as possible. He was also wondering to himself: What kind of car does this mysterious Miss Zhang drive?

"I wonder what kind of car she drives?" Liu Li muttered to herself.

Looking at his old Jetta, its paint dull and interior worn, and comparing it to the brand-new Range Rover next to it, Jia Hao sighed self-deprecatingly, "Putted next to them, my car...it looks like a cargo van. Theirs could buy dozens of ours! Miss Zhang's car probably isn't much different either; judging by her clothes and appearance, she's not from an ordinary family." Liu Li nodded in deep agreement. Recalling her laughable sense of superiority when she first met Shen Yun, and then thinking about the invisible pressure from Han Xue at the Ruishi dealership...she had already completely accepted reality. To be called "Mom" by someone like Han Xue, the Shen Yun family was someone they could no longer look up to.

Adhering to the principle of "if you can't beat them, join them," she and Jia Hao tacitly shifted from comparing themselves to Teacher Shen's family to currying favor with them.

"A BMW X3 has arrived, it must be her, right?" They saw a white SUV, which seemed to match Zhang Ziqian's status. Although they still didn't know Zhang Ziqian's identity, judging from Han Xue's attitude towards her, and Xie Xiaoxiao and Qin Ning's almost obsequious manner, they knew she must have an extraordinary background.

In the car opposite, Qin Ning was also staring at the BMW X3, wondering if it was Zhang Ziqian's car.

Xie Xiaoxiao shook her head. "Someone like Chen Xiao would never let his personal secretary drive a BMW. It would be either a Jeep Grand or a super luxury car—"

She had known Chen Xiao for a long time and was quite familiar with his character.

Sure enough, the BMW X3 drove by without stopping.

"Boom—Buzz—!"

A deep, powerful engine roar came from afar, instantly drawing everyone's attention! The sound was like a beast awakening, particularly awe-inspiring in the relatively quiet underground parking garage!
Xie Xiaoxiao turned her head to look at the source of the voice, a "I knew it" smile on her face: "Look, this is probably her!"

A sleek, low-slung SUV with a stylish and sporty look slowly drove up. It boasted a unique crossover design, with sharp headlights and exaggerated air intakes exuding a strong sense of aggression, while carbon fiber trim and massive wheels highlighted its distinguished status.

"A Ferrari FUV?!" Qin Ning exclaimed in a low voice, her eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief. "A secretary... drives a Ferrari FUV?! This car... must cost at least 800 million yuan, right?!" This was completely beyond her imagination of what a "secretary's" car would be like!

Before Xie Xiaoxiao could answer, Qin Ning's thoughts drifted further, filled with an indescribable longing. She murmured to herself, "Then... if she were his woman... what kind of car would she drive?" Bugatti, Pagani, private jets instantly flashed through her mind...

Inside Jia Hao's car, Liu Li also recognized the legendary car and exclaimed in surprise, "Ah! Is this the Ferrari FUV? The one that's 'on the same wavelength' as ​​Da Mi Auto?"

As an industry insider, Jia Hao subconsciously began to "explain the facts," his voice hoarse: "Yes, that's it. This car... the list price is just over 600 million, and with options, it easily exceeds 800 million. Dami Auto? Less than 30. The two cars do look somewhat similar... but Dami Auto doesn't copy a single detail! Really!"

Feng Ting leaned out from the back seat, looking at the "steel work of art" that exuded an aura of wealth, and asked with a puzzled expression, "Not a single detail is copied? How can it look so similar?"

Liu Li smiled and said, "We're on the same wavelength!"

Jia Hao looked at the Ferrari FUV that was approaching and said, "The people who can afford this car are either billionaires or super-rich second-generation heirs. In Jiangzhou, you can only easily run into one in a place like Junxiaocheng."

"Maybe it's Zhang Ziqian's car," Feng Ting said from behind.

"How is that possible?" Jia Hao and Liu Li said in unison. Even if Zhang Ziqian is very capable, driving an 800 million yuan car at her age is a bit too extravagant.

"Mom, you've probably watched too many cheesy dramas. How old is she? How could she possibly drive that car?"

Liu Li added, "Yes, there are definitely no more than 100 cars like this on the entire Han River."

The words had barely left his mouth when the Ferrari FUV pulled up in front of them, its window silently rolling down.

Zhang Ziqian's beautiful face, as pure and lovely as a lotus emerging from water, was revealed. With a natural smile, she gestured with her chin towards Jia Hao in the driver's seat, her clear voice ringing out distinctly in the parking garage filled with the lingering sound of the engine:

"Let's go, I'll lead the way—"

"..."

Inside the Jetta, time seemed to stand still.

The air was dead.

Jia Hao's mind went blank, his hands gripping the steering wheel stiff as stone. He even forgot what he was supposed to do, and just subconsciously, mechanically... slammed his foot on the accelerator!
It wasn't until a Range Rover pulled out from the opposite direction and followed the car in front that he snapped out of his daze, started his car, and hurriedly followed. Afraid of losing it, he floored the accelerator and stopped right behind the Range Rover.

As he paid at the parking lot exit, the cashier kindly reminded him, "Handsome, drive slowly. Don't you know what kind of cars are those two in front of you? If you rear-end one of them, the insurance won't even cover the damages."

These words were like salt, rubbing hard into Jia Hao's already shattered pride. His face flushed red and then paled, his lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Ahead, Zhang Ziqian's Ferrari FUV, like a phantom of the night, merged into the city traffic. Jia Hao pressed the accelerator, the old Jetta emitting a dull thud, struggling to catch up with the taillights it could never reach. The silence inside the car was more deafening than the engine noise.

As I exited the mall parking lot, I suddenly saw a row of cars parked on the roadside. The sight seemed strangely familiar.

"Hey, isn't this the convoy we saw on the highway when we came here?"

A Rolls-Royce Phantom, a Maybach that was obviously modified, and a total of 6 Mercedes-Benz GLSs in front and behind.

Jia Hao was driving, so it wasn't appropriate to keep an eye on him. But Liu Li and Feng Ting both turned their attention to that direction—

Suddenly, they spotted several familiar figures.

"Quick, quick—aren't those Teacher Shen, Zhao Xiangjun, and President Han? Why are they walking towards that convoy?"

"Jia Hao, slow down, slow down. It's okay if you can't keep up with the car, we can just use navigation to get there later."

For them, figuring out what happened to Teacher Shen and the others was more important than anything else.

The chauffeurs for both the Rolls-Royce Phantom and the Maybach were young, short-haired women who had gotten out and opened the rear doors. (End of Chapter)