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

"I'll be staying with Han Xue tonight."

Nie Yuan nodded, and then General Manager Wang said, "If you leaders haven't arranged accommodations yet, give me a chance. There's an Atour Hotel nearby; it's quite nice. I'll arrange it for you."

Zhang Ping laughed at him. "Are you crazy? Who asked you to arrange a hotel?" she retorted immediately. "Then we won't trouble you. We'll just make do with the Junxiao Hotel tonight."

Mr. Wang blushed and thought to himself, "He's so young, why does he talk so big? Staying in a 6-star hotel is just fine."

"Zhang Ping, isn't President Han here? Let me say hello to her," Nie Yuan said, not forgetting his business.

"He went upstairs to the office with General Manager Zhao Hui and General Manager Zhao Guoqing."

Quite regretful, he said, "Alright, Mr. Wu and I will go upstairs first." Knowing that Han Xue was going to have dinner with Zhang Ping and Han's father that evening, he was naturally not qualified to participate, so he went upstairs with Wu Fang.

Xiao Wang took Zhang Ping's words to heart and sent a message to a business development staff member at Junwu Plaza whom he knew, asking if he knew what Zhao Hui did.

The person on the other end replied quickly. Upon seeing the message, Mr. Wang's legs trembled and his eyelids twitched incessantly. He was sure he couldn't speak properly at this point, as his upper and lower lips kept fighting.

{He was actually the regional manager of Junxiao Commercial Management, such a high-ranking leader! No wonder Zhao Guoqing was a little afraid of him; there was a difference of several ranks. And Zhao Hui was very respectful to Han Xue—what was going on? Whatever the reason, the Han family was definitely powerful. The general manager of Dongjian Trading was also very polite to Han's father; he must know the Han family's background.}
He suddenly regretted it. If he hadn't been sarcastic and even deliberately bullying Han's father a few years ago, and if the two had maintained a good master-disciple relationship, wouldn't he have risen to great heights with the Han family's influence?

But now—he walked dejectedly towards the basement, wanting to review the day's events and, based on the information he had gathered, figure out how to re-establish contact with the Han family.

Little did he know, there's no going back in life, and not everything lost can be regained. The Han family was already being lenient with him; how could they possibly offer him any more help?

Back at his shop, Mr. Wang's phone suddenly rang. It was the sales representative calling.

"Mr. Wang, do you know Zhao Hui? Mr. Zhao?"

A thought struck him: sometimes using someone else's name to make a big deal out of nothing can be very deceptive. "I don't really know him, but one of my junior sisters is very familiar with him. My junior sister's name is Han Xue. This afternoon, she went to General Manager Guoqing's office with General Manager Zhao Hui."

He was right. That afternoon, when Han Xue and Zhao Hui entered the general manager's office of Junwu Plaza, this investment promotion staff member happened to be there. When they entered General Manager Guoqing's office, General Manager Zhao Hui said to the beautiful woman, "President Han, please go first."

He was terrified at the time. What kind of person could receive such courtesy from President Zhao? Now that President Wang said that she was his junior sister, wow, President Wang is going to take off in the future! He immediately had the idea of ​​getting to know President Wang better.

"Mr. Wang, I have some breaking news to tell you. I'm afraid you should contact your junior sister and try to get in touch with Mr. Zhao as soon as possible."

My heart skipped a beat. What happened?
"After General Manager Han and General Manager Zhao left, General Manager Guoqing notified all merchants on the basement floor that their contracts would not be renewed upon expiration, saying that the entire area would be undergoing renovation."

"Oh no, how could this happen? Didn't we say we'd only be dealing with the supermarket area?"

Mr. Wang is very nervous. If the contract isn't renewed, his shop will be in danger of going out of business. After all, the shop makes hundreds of thousands of yuan in profit a year, which is his only source of income right now.

"I don't know either. I heard that the group is planning to invest a lot of money to renovate the basement. The shopping environment in the future may not be any worse than the upper floors. As I just said, you don't need to rush. After the renovation, they will definitely need to re-attract tenants. You can just find connections in advance to secure a location. After this renovation, the popularity of the basement will conservatively increase several times compared to now."

Mr. Wang was sweating profusely with anxiety. He understood what the investment promotion staff member was saying. If he really had a connection with Mr. Zhao, it would certainly be a good thing to be able to get the position. The key was that he was just bragging. Now, the Han family would never help him. How could he possibly have any connection with Mr. Zhao?

"Hey bro, is it really necessary to bother a big boss like General Manager Zhao just for a position? You're in charge of investment promotion, you can just reserve a position for me."

Yes, yes, that's it. Mr. Wang has discovered that he's quite the clever one.

But the joy lasted only three seconds before the sales representative sighed and said, "This renovation of the basement has nothing to do with us. I heard from the leadership that the group has established a new system, and another team will be in charge. But don't worry, no matter which team is in charge, as long as President Zhao gives the word, we will definitely give them face. You don't know us, you don't know how powerful President Zhao is. He is a person whose word is law in Junxiao Commercial Management."

If Mr. Wang really wants to cry, then he has to actually establish a relationship with him.

{Master, I have no choice but to ask you for help now, I'm begging you on my knees.}
"Brother, I can't talk to you anymore. I need to find out what happened right away. If you have any new information, please let me know."

He ran downstairs as fast as he could, wanting to find Han's father as soon as possible. He didn't know how to persuade him to help him, but he knew that only Han's father could help him.

When he arrived at the entrance of Han's father's tea shop, he found that he was not in the shop. He asked the shop assistant and was told that he had just left. Following the direction the shop assistant pointed, he saw Han's father, Han Xue, and Zhang Ping walking towards the door.

He quickly ran after them, shouting, "Master, Master!"

The emotion conveyed in the shouts was so powerful that if you only heard the voices, you might think you were watching a scene from Journey to the West.

Han's father glanced back at him, then turned away expressionlessly and continued walking out. Junxiao Hotel was located on one side of the main entrance of Junwu Plaza. Han Xue and the two of them had dinner in the hotel's presidential suite that evening.

Mr. Wang took a few more steps, but was suddenly stopped. He looked up and saw a smart and dashing young lady with short hair.

"What's wrong? I'm in a hurry to find someone."

"The person you're looking for is my boss. Please don't come any closer, or I'll have to take action."

After calming down, Mr. Wang looked at the young woman and gradually understood her identity. Suddenly, his heart started pounding again: "Han Xue actually went out with bodyguards? My God, what's going on?"

He returned to the shop with a heavy heart. He had thought about how Han Xue was not what she used to be, but the fact that she was accompanied by bodyguards when she went out still made him feel like he was dreaming. Could someone really change their fate overnight? The Han family was clearly poor and destitute just a month ago. How could they have become a wealthy family in just one month?

"Xiaoxue, where are we going to eat?" Han's father originally wanted to eat upstairs in Junwu Plaza, but Han Xue said she wouldn't eat there.

When Han Xue told him they were going to the Junxiao Hotel for dinner, Han's father was immediately taken aback. That super six-star hotel—he'd only been there once before, when he was having tea on the first floor when he signed a contract with Ma Jian. Despite his current thriving business and daily profits, his long-standing spending habits made him somewhat hesitant about such six-star hotels.

He was unaware that Han Xue didn't need to spend any money at Junxiao Hotel Management Group. This privilege wasn't because she had been Gao Yue's special assistant, but because she was Chen Xiao's woman.

With Chen Xiao's consent, these people are all registered at major hotels. By showing their identification, they can be exempted from all expenses, even the diamond VIP card.

Stepping through the gilded doors of the Presidential Suite at the Junxiao Hotel, his slightly hunched figure was reflected in the Italian imported snowflake white marble floor, while the light refracted by the crystal chandelier danced on the Persian handmade carpet.

"Xiaoxue, you...you live here?"

He couldn't believe it; there was such a hotel. Even the royal palace couldn't compare.

Han Xue hung up her Chanel bag and instructed the housekeeper to serve the dishes. Dinner had been arranged in advance. She didn't pursue the finest ingredients; she simply ordered some dishes her father liked. She also prepared a bottle of Moutai for him, while she and Zhang Ping drank Lafite, as she was already used to the taste.

Even though he tried to keep it simple, Mr. Han still ate the meal with trepidation. He secretly opened his phone and searched for the price of the presidential suite at Junxiao Hotel. He looked at it several times, and the six-figure price made him dizzy and almost faint.

"Dad, what are you doing instead of eating?"

Han Xue picked up a bottle of Moutai and poured him a glass.

Mr. Han looked up with unease. “Xiaoxue, I know you have a good job and a high income, but isn’t it too extravagant for us to stay in a room that costs 13 yuan a night?”

No one knows a father better than his daughter. She immediately understood why her father was the way he was. Even the usually aloof woman couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle, revealing the mischievousness of a young girl.

Zhang Ping also noticed this, no wonder Uncle Han couldn't eat all the good food and wine on the table, and quickly explained on Han Xue's behalf: "Uncle Han, don't worry, Han Xue's company reimburses her for all her accommodation expenses when she travels."

According to the travel expense reimbursement standards for various positions within Junxiao Group, the chairman of a business unit can indeed be reimbursed for staying in a presidential suite. Zhang Ping was just guessing; otherwise, who would stay in a room costing tens of thousands of yuan on a business trip? What kind of family would that be? Even if Han Xue's position is high, she is still an employee and wouldn't need to spend her own money to stay in such a room.

After hearing Zhang Ping's words, Han Xue didn't explain further that she wasn't going through reimbursement but that all her expenses were free. If she explained it that way, she would have to explain why, and then no one would need to eat tonight.

The smile returned to Mr. Han's face, and he said with great pride, "My daughter has made something of herself. She can even get reimbursed for a room that costs tens of thousands of yuan a night."

I put a piece of braised pork rib on his plate. It's quite rare to see pork ribs in a presidential suite. But Mr. Han loves this kind of thing, and these ribs are made with real local pork from the countryside, which is not easy to buy outside.

"I'll probably be coming back more often soon, and I'll buy a house in Tianning then."

The Han family's old house was sold long ago to pay off debts, and they're still renting. Business at the shop has been good this month, but the profits are being used to pay off debts first, since they've been in debt for so long, and many of the debts are from relatives and friends. Therefore, Mr. Han doesn't have much savings. Hearing Han Xue's words, Mr. Han nodded: "Xiao Xue, I'll buy this house. Business is so good right now; next month, we'll pay off the debts for those who urgently need the money, and I'll take out a mortgage in Tianning with your name on it."

Han Xue shook her head. "I don't want it. Keep your money. I have some savings, and my income is high enough now."

“What are you saying, child? You’re my only daughter, of course I’ll buy you a house. I see your income is pretty good now, I’ll buy you a big house so you can have a presentable boyfriend in the future.”

Hearing the words "boyfriend," Han Xue blushed and started thinking about Chen Xiao again. She realized she was a bit of a fangirl. Ever since she first met him in Jun Xiaocheng, she had started missing him if she didn't see him for a day.

Zhang Ping spat out her water. She looked at Han's father and then at Han Xue. It turned out that Han's uncle didn't know that Han Xue had a boyfriend. She didn't say much. Han Xue must have told him about this.

"Also, Xiaoxue, your current job is pretty good, so you must work hard. President Gao treats you well, and we should be grateful."

Han Xue nodded. If it weren't for Sister Yue, she wouldn't have had the chance to meet the boss. She was truly a benefactor in her life.

"Mr. Gao? Uncle Han, Han Xue has changed jobs, and it's a better one than her previous one."

Han's father was shocked. Han Xue had a very good job before. She was the chairman's assistant at Junxiao Hotel Management Group. Where could you find a better position? This child must not be confused.

"You changed jobs. What kind of work do you do now?" Mr. Han asked solemnly, putting down his chopsticks.

Han Xue didn't want to bring this up, but Zhang Ping did, so she had no choice but to say, "I'm in charge of Junxiao Group's retail sector. Soon, the basement of Junwu Plaza will be taken back by Junxiao Retail for unified operation."

"Ah—" Han's father's eyes widened, "You're in charge of the basement of Junwu Plaza now?"

Han Xue nodded, and her father exclaimed in surprise, "Then aren't you at a similar level to the general manager of Junwu Plaza?"

Clearly, Han's father misunderstood, thinking that Han Xue would only be in charge of the basement of Junwu Plaza in the future. Han Xue didn't know how to explain it to him. It's a long story, and she would have to explain all the major business units of Junxiao Group and the corresponding job levels.

He simply hummed in agreement and didn't offer any further explanation.

Zhang Ping laughed and said, "Uncle Han, you're mistaken. Han Xue's current rank is much higher than that of the general manager of Junwu Plaza. Didn't you hear General Manager Zhao Guoqing address her as 'leader' just now?"

Han's father subconsciously felt that Zhao Guoqing was already a very powerful figure, and no matter how much Han Xue was promoted, she could never surpass him. Hearing Zhang Ping's words, and recalling the situation, he realized it was true. At the time, Zhao Guoqing's expression clearly showed some awe.

Just as I was about to ask what was going on, Zhang Ping explained, "Han Xue isn't in charge of the basement of Junwu Plaza; she's in charge of the basement of all Junxiao shopping malls. That's a huge scale; there will probably be hundreds of projects across the country in the future."

Because of Ma Jian's relationship with Chen Xiao, Zhang Ping was very clear about the development plan of Junxiao Commercial Management at Dongjian Trading. Therefore, Zhang Ping's description was pretty much accurate.

The wine glass in Han's father's hand fell to the ground with a thud, but fortunately, the wool carpet on the floor did not break.

"More than three hundred?"

Han Xue nodded, "It's not certain yet. I'm still considering it. I might not do any projects with an area of ​​less than 15,000 square meters. But judging from Junxiao Commercial Management's development, there should be more than 300 projects that meet my requirements."

Mr. Han felt that the diamond pattern of his daughter's "Starry Sky" suit was distorted and deformed in front of his eyes. He had managed several leather goods stores and they all went bankrupt back then, but his precious daughter would be in charge of 300 "commercial plazas" in the future.

After a long while, Mr. Han returned to normal. His daughter had really grown up and had become the pillar of the entire Han family. Perhaps she had been all along, but he only realized it more clearly today.

He had never worked for a large company in his life and didn't know what kind of talent selection mechanism large companies had, but he really couldn't understand why his daughter had taken this position right after graduation. He had some guesses in his mind, but because Zhang Ping was there, he didn't continue to ask. He planned to find some time to talk to his daughter alone.

Suddenly I remembered that my daughter just said her income was okay, and now she's managing such a big bunch of things. Did she get a raise again?
I asked the question as soon as I thought of it, "Your monthly salary is over 5 now, right?"

Zhang Ping was also very interested in this question. Like Han's father, she knew that Han Xue's monthly salary was around 5 yuan. After Han Xue's monthly salary increased to 10 yuan, she stopped mentioning it to them.

There was no point in hiding it, so he nodded and said, "It's over."

Zhang Ping was extremely envious. Although she had expected it, being the chairman of a business unit of Junxiao Group meant that even though the business had just started, her salary should be higher than before.

Mr. Han was secretly pleased. His daughter had really made something of herself. Her previous monthly salary of 50,000 yuan had already made her the envy of all her relatives. Even the relatives who used to come and collect debts had stopped pressing her, because with Han Xue's income, it was only a matter of time before she paid off her debts. Why not make a good connection with her?

Now that they've given me another raise, I couldn't help but ask, "How much is your salary now?"

Han Xue stretched out one hand and shook it.

Han's father and Zhang Ping's expressions froze instantly, their foreheads covered in big question marks. What did this mean?
Still 5? Didn't they say there would be a raise?
Zhang Ping, being impatient, couldn't help but ask, "How much is it exactly? It's not still 5, is it?"

Jingle bell bell~
The ringing of the phone interrupted their conversation. Zhang Ping and Han's father, still waiting for an answer, were itching to hear it, but Han Xue had already picked up the phone.

"You've reached an agreement with Qin Xiangdong? Hmm? He's asking for an annual salary of 300 million? Okay, give him that!"

Zhang Ping and Han's father exchanged a glance. What the heck?

It sounds like Han Xue hired an employee named Qin Xiangdong, who asked for an annual salary of 300 million yuan. Han Xue just said OK on the phone.

First of all, a 300 million annual salary is an astronomical figure in their eyes. Who is this Qin Xiangdong, that he dares to ask for such an exorbitant amount?

Secondly, Han Xue so casually agreed to an annual salary of 300 million yuan, and this is her subordinate. So what is her salary? It should also be calculated as an annual salary, right?
After thinking about what Han Xue had just done by gesturing with her hand, the two of them gasped simultaneously, "Good heavens, could it be an annual salary of 500 million?"

Han Xue had already hung up the phone. "It was HR calling. The headhunting firm recommended a top expert in the industry, but they have some requirements regarding salary."

Although she agreed, it was merely a temporary measure to meet her immediate needs. She secretly looked down on Qin Xiangdong, feeling his vision was too narrow. Junxiao Group, on the other hand, was a company that countless top talents would go to great lengths to join, rarely imposing any additional conditions. However, Junxiao Group never shortchanged its employees, offering absolutely satisfactory compensation.

Qin Xiangdong is said to be a big shot in the industry, but the hypermarket sector is now in decline. His current income is definitely not high. Asking for 300 million here probably means he knows that Junxiao Group has the financial strength and he is just trying to gain more economic benefits for himself.

However, he didn't know that the final salary for a vice president of a business unit could be over 500 million yuan. It's just that Junxiao Retail has just been established and the business volume is too small, so Han Xue's annual salary is only 500 million yuan. She initially planned for the vice president position to have an annual salary of 350-450 million yuan.

This Qin Xiangdong is so naive; he offered her an annual salary of 300 million, and she agreed without hesitation. But her position can only be director; she can forget about becoming a vice president for life.

Han Xue wasn't deliberately retaliating against him for making salary demands, but rather felt that someone lacking vision and perspective wasn't suited for a senior management position. His value lay simply in providing Junxiao Retail with more ideas based on his past experience.

"This must be an incredibly capable person," Han's father asked cautiously. A salary of 300 million a year is definitely suitable for an outstanding individual.

"Well, not bad, but his vision is lacking, and his life is over."

Mr. Han lowered his eyelids. "A 300 million annual salary is nothing," he thought. "What's that compared to my old bones?" Thinking of his 23-year-old daughter, a decisive and ruthless businesswoman, a sense of pride welled up inside him. "China is so big," he thought, "when it comes to having a daughter, who can compare to me? I just want to ask, who else?"

Zhang Ping looked at Han Xue with the eyes of someone who had discovered a new continent. "Han Xue, I must work hard to grow. Maybe one day I'll have the chance to ask you for an annual salary of 300 million."

Han Xue raised her glass of red wine and clinked it with hers. "Keep it up. This place has just started. You haven't worked on large-scale projects before, so it's not suitable for you to come during the preparation period. You can train at Dongjian Trading. If you want to develop your career at Junxiao Retail, I'll call you over when there's a suitable position."

"Yes, of course I want to. I'll cling to your leg for the rest of my life."

Zhang Ping exclaimed, "With such a powerful best friend, wouldn't it be foolish not to latch onto her? Back when Han Xue was my assistant, just a word from her was enough for me to get a huge promotion."

She is now the chairman of Junxiao Retail. If I work under her, my development potential will depend entirely on my own abilities.

"Mmm," Han Xue responded, which was a way of acknowledging her promise.

Mr. Han had been waiting for a long time, and only now did he have a chance to ask, "Daughter, your salary is 500 million per year?" (End of Chapter)