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

Chen Xiao smiled, finding the words easy to accept. He rested his chin on his hand and gazed at the world's longest private yacht.

This yacht is 180 meters long and cost over $6 million. Its exterior is very elegant, while the interior is designed by French designers in the style of the 19th-century Empire, creating a luxurious palatial feel.

This yacht is powered by four engines (two gas turbines and two MTU diesel engines), with a total output of 94000 horsepower. It is equipped with a jet propulsion system to ensure stability during high-speed navigation.

The interior is luxuriously decorated, with over 50 deluxe guest rooms, accommodating 36 guests and 80 crew members.

It boasts top-of-the-line facilities such as a private cinema, gym, golf driving range, submarine, and helipad, making it one of the most expensive and sophisticated private yachts in the world.

"Mr. Chen, the crew members here have been recruited for a long time and have all undergone strict screening. To put it bluntly, I have checked their ancestors for three generations to eliminate any potential risks."

Chen Xiao nodded. He was now paying more attention to security, for example, when he went on the yacht with the inspectors, security personnel would definitely accompany him.

The Azam's four engines roared to life, its 94000 horsepower instantly tearing through the sea. The 180-meter-long, streamlined hull cleaved the waves like a blade, leaving two long, white trails at its stern. The sea level outside the bulletproof windows visibly dropped—this behemoth was hurtling towards the high seas at a staggering 31.5 knots.

Chen Xiao's Brabus car key vibrated rapidly on the meteorite dining table, and the bubbles in his champagne glass were stretched into a vertical line by the acceleration. Cha Lan's cigar ash suddenly hovered in mid-air—the yacht's gyroscopic stabilization system made the hull feel as if it were on flat ground.

This was Chen Xiao's first time going out to sea on a yacht, and a private yacht at that. He wouldn't have dared to dream of such a luxury without the system, but now it had become one of his toys, something to pass the time and have some fun.

In the future, I can bring my female friends to travel by sea, which would be a good place.

Cha Lan gestured for Zhang Li to go have some fun on her own, saying he had something to report to General Manager Chen.

"Mr. Chen, I've hired 10 female public relations staff on this yacht. They're all located next to your master bedroom, and their information and photos are in the bedroom as well."

Upon hearing this, he glanced at Cha Lan, his face expressionless. Cha Lan was startled, thinking he was displeased, and immediately stammered, "President Chen, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have acted on my own initiative, I—"

“Alright, Lao Cha,” Chen Xiao interrupted him. “I’m not a conservative person, and I know you mean well. I’m just afraid you’ll do something against other people’s wishes.”

He didn't want to get into trouble, and besides, he wasn't short of women. Now that his identity was revealed, he could have whatever he wanted, and countless female celebrities were flocking to him.

Upon inspection, he realized that the man wasn't angry, but rather worried that he might break the law. Relieved, he quickly explained, "Don't worry, I, Lao Cha, am a cautious person. Besides, it involves your safety, so I've checked this many times."

He nodded; Cha Lan was the first person to approach him. Therefore, he only touched on the matter briefly and did not blame him further.

Tangtang leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window of the yacht's cabin, sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains and casting dappled shadows on her. The black lace trim of her bikini was faintly visible, and the chiffon overlay was lifted by the sea breeze, revealing a corner of her porcelain-white skin at the waist.

Before coming here, I did countless mental preparations, but I was still nervous when the moment actually arrived. The interviewer told me that the owner of this yacht is a young, handsome, and wealthy man, which should be the most attractive point for the girls who came this time.

The interviewer said that if I was hired, my monthly salary would be 5 yuan, and my only job would be to take care of the wealthy man's daily life. I would have to do my best, and everyone understands what that "doing my best" means.

Once selected by a wealthy person, they receive an extra 10 yuan bonus for each selection. They calculated that out of 10 people, each person would probably only be selected once a month, but a monthly income of 15 yuan is not bad.

I wonder if my family would beat me to death if they knew I was working this job. But I'm really not content with mediocrity. There are so few opportunities left for people at the bottom of society these days. Rather than living a life of poverty and ending up with a man I don't like, I'd rather take advantage of my youth to find a good price. If a young tycoon takes a liking to me and I can become his exclusive favorite, I might just rise to the top in one step.

Sigh, not everyone is as lucky as Han Xue, with such a wealthy boyfriend who even provided her with a Rolls-Royce Phantom fleet and bodyguards. I can never compare to her in this lifetime, but I also want to be successful, and this job is undoubtedly a shortcut.
{Sigh, I shouldn't think so much. All the girls who came up this time are just as good-looking and have great figures as me. Even if I don't get selected, earning 5 a month isn't bad.}
Jingle Bell

She jumped up in fright, her light gauze falling to the ground, revealing her snow-white body clad only in a three-piece bikini. After recalling the source of the sound, she realized it was her cell phone, not her pager.

I patted my chest, thinking I'd been chosen. What a pointless moment of nervousness!

I picked up my phone; the message was from Zhou Xiaomei.

[Zhou Xiaomei: Tangtang, are you nervous? I'm shaking with fear.]

[Tangtang: Don't be afraid. We've waited so many days, and today has finally come. What are you afraid of? Besides, it's not like we'll necessarily be chosen.]

Zhou Xiaomei: I'm just afraid I won't be chosen.

{So that's what she was afraid of. She's usually not very talkative at the hotel, but I didn't expect her to be bolder than me.}
[Zhou Xiaomei: Tangtang, if either of us gets chosen later, let's suggest that we both go together, so we can both have company.]

Tang Tang lay on her back, looking up. Was she really going to go all out on her first try? Zhou Xiaomei was probably trying to increase her chances of being selected.

In the yacht's master bedroom, Chen Xiao carefully examined the interior structure. According to the information he had read, the walls and windows of this room were made of 7-centimeter-thick bulletproof glass and alloy armor, and there was a secret passage leading directly to the submarine compartment or escape pod.

Mother-of-pearl inlaid wooden furniture, plus walls and headboards upholstered in top-grade crocodile or calfskin.

Crystal chandeliers or intelligent lighting systems can adjust color temperature to suit the owner's lifestyle, maintaining a constant temperature and humidity inside. Panoramic windows are equipped with electrically controlled photochromic glass, allowing for one-touch switching between privacy modes.

This is the ultimate combination of security, technology, and royal luxury.

He looked around and couldn't help but admire how the Middle Eastern tycoons knew how to enjoy life. Compared to them, he felt like someone who had money but didn't know how to spend it.

I turned on the smart screen in my bedroom, scrolled through the information of 10 public relations beauties, and suddenly laughed.

Unexpectedly, there were two acquaintances I wasn't very close to. One was the girl I met at the bar, number 88. If I remember correctly, her name was Xin Xin. I checked and it said that everyone getting on board today was a virgin. I didn't expect that someone who could be considered chaste in that kind of situation would also get on board. Was she just trying to sell herself for a good price?

He doesn't discriminate against these people, but he doesn't respect them either. Everyone has their own choice of lifestyle, and there's no need to stand on a moral high ground to demand things of others.

Another familiar face turned out to be Han Xue's roommate, who also seemed to be a receptionist at the Junxiao Wanghu Hotel. I think her name was Tang Tang. For a moment, my patience seemed to be tingling.

He still resisted the urge to skip ahead. Although he wanted to choose, he was still a little hesitant. In the end, he picked Zhou Xiaomei, who looked very gentle in the photo. That was her.

Jingle Bell--

Tangtang's phone rang again. When she picked it up, she saw that it was Zhou Xiaomei calling again.

[Zhou Xiaomei: Tangtang, I've been chosen! I'll call you over when I have a chance.]

A chance? Tang Tang instantly understood. She was worried that the young tycoon was a man who only lasted three seconds, and that asking her to come over would be hurtful to his pride; he might not agree. So Zhou Xiaomei decided to play it by ear.

I can't believe Xiaomei was actually chosen. There's a good chance I'll be getting close to that tycoon today too.

She paced anxiously in the room, thinking that if she were to call her, it would probably be in about ten minutes.

Zhou Xiaomei walked barefoot on the Persian carpet, the sheer fabric swaying with her steps. The afternoon sun streamed through the French windows, casting dappled shadows on her, revealing glimpses of the lace edges of her three-piece bikini beneath. This was their uniform on the ship; they guessed it was to make it easier for their host to get straight to the point.

Without saying anything more, Chen Xiao had no interest in communicating with her verbally. He believed in taking action rather than talking.

Chen Xiao wrapped his arm around her waist, his thumb tracing the hollow of her spine, his nail scraping against it and sending a shiver down her spine. Zhou Xiaomei's light gauze slipped off her shoulders, revealing her voluptuous figure.

The black lace trim of her bikini gleamed in the dim light, outlining her stunning curves—her waist was so deep it seemed to hold a pool of moonlight, while the curves of her hips resembled the bow of the Azam as it broke through the waves.

Her swimsuit straps slipped down during her vigorous movements, revealing her snow-white skin. The coolness of the silk sheets created a subtle temperature difference with her body temperature, and she shifted slightly to the side, taking in the room's surroundings as she did so; the sheer luxury overwhelmed her.

The smart dimming system in the yacht's master bedroom was set to 20% brightness, and the beads of sweat on her collarbone reflected tiny specks of light, making her look rather nervous.

He picked her up and laid her on the recliner. Chen Xiao carefully taught her how to drive a rear-wheel drive car, letting her experience the power of a V12 engine.

It was clear she was driving while fatigued, and Chen Xiao was briefly idling.

Zhou Xiaomei turned her head and said, "Master, could you please invite one of my best friends to come along? I—"

"sure"

Knowing she couldn't take it anymore, and given her current condition, she probably wouldn't last until the end, it would be perfect for her to call a close friend.

He used the rear-wheel drive to push her to get his phone so she could send a message, which took several minutes to complete.

After pacing back and forth in the room for over an hour, Tang Tang thought to herself, "It seems Xiaomei isn't going to call me. She should have gone back to her room by now. Why isn't she replying to my messages?" Just then, her phone rang. There was a message, and she quickly opened it to take a look.

"Hurry, save me!"

Tang Tang broke out in a cold sweat. What did this mean? Was the owner of this yacht a demon? Was Zhou Xiaomei being...? She thought of many scenes from horror movies. Her legs trembled with fear, and she even wanted to call the police, but this was international waters, and there was no one to turn to.

What should I do? What should I do? Besides Zhou Xiaomei, does she have the contact information for anyone else on this ship? And even if she does find someone else, will they definitely help her?

Another ten minutes passed as she hesitated, and then another message came through on her phone from Zhou Xiaomei: "Why aren't you here yet?"

Huh? Seeing that she could still send messages, Tang Tang realized that the so-called life-saving was probably not what she thought. She quickly dressed up and prepared to go over. At this moment, she realized that Zhou Xiaomei must be exhausted and dehydrated.

{Is the owner of this yacht really that ruthless? Zhou Xiaomei has been gone for an hour now; were they chatting the whole time? Did they have so much to say?}
She was overthinking it. Chen Xiao and his friends were too direct to talk to each other.

Tang Tang cautiously pushed open Chen Xiao's door. The sound inside, like a car slowly driving on an epoxy-coated road, made her a little nervous.

Zhou Xiaomei was facing him directly, clearly showing signs of fatigue from excessive driving. Meanwhile, the owner was still driving the rear-wheel-drive car like a seasoned veteran.

Tang Tang's hand, which had been pushing open the door, froze in mid-air, the metallic coolness of the doorknob still lingering on her fingertips. She saw the owner's profile bathed in a soft glow under the dim light, while Zhou Xiaomei's delicate skin slid back and forth between his fingers—the scene was like a movie shot paused, until the crisp sound of her heels tapping on the marble floor broke the silence.

They were too far apart to see each other, so Zhou Xiaomei called out, "Tang Tang."

Chen Xiao immediately looked towards the door. Tang Tang? Was that her? Han Xue's roommate suddenly felt the side effects of her stamina increase again.

Tang Tang walked up to them and saw Chen Xiao's face. Her pupils contracted sharply, and her right hand, painted with mauve nail polish, unconsciously covered her mouth. Chen Xiao turned around, a mocking smile still lingering on his face. Just as Tang Tang was about to back away, Chen Xiao pulled her back and stood beside Zhou Xiaomei.

With a sudden burst of energy, before she could even react, all the steps were completed. She felt her life was beginning to feel more fulfilling. The searchlight outside the window swept across, casting the shadows of the three people on the wall like a puppet show.

Stepping off the yacht, Chen Xiao felt refreshed. "Old Cha, the arrangements were good. From now on, you'll be in charge of managing this yacht for me. Give me the account number later. I'll reimburse all expenses related to the yacht; you don't need to pay for them."

"Received, Mr. Chen." This was what Chen Xiao had agreed upon with him last time in Junxiao Lakeside CBD, and he wouldn't dare to be polite again.

He got into his Brabus G900, followed by two bodyguard vehicles, and sped away.

Zhang Li sighed from behind, "So impressive."

Cha Lan glanced at her, unsure whether she meant that President Chen was impressive to be accompanied by bodyguards or to be impressive to be ridden alone. If it was the latter, he wondered if Zhang Li looked down on his abilities. Thinking of this, he felt a pang of inferiority.

Chen Xiao drove back to the Junxiao Lakeside CBD center. Zhang Ziqian had already prepared tea for him. He lay down on the sofa, checked his phone, and saw several missed calls from Jin Wuxian. Clearly, he was concerned about the unfinished negotiations with Jin Fu that morning, finalizing the contract details.

He didn't return the call, knowing Jin Wuxian would contact him again soon. There were several unread messages on the system; opening them revealed several notifications of bonus payments. Come to think of it, the system hadn't issued any tasks in a long time, which made him miss them. He had originally thought that acquiring Hengyuan Plaza in Shanghai would trigger a task like acquiring Huijin Plaza, but so far, there hadn't been one. He wondered what the conditions were for the system to issue tasks.

Randomly click on the message bar

"Ding~! Detected that the host has received a business commission bonus of 800 million yuan from Dr. Feng Robotics Technology Group, and a dedication reward of 7.68 million yuan, leaving a balance of 603 billion yuan."

"Ding~! Detected that the host has received a business commission bonus of 480 million yuan from Zhifei Aerospace and a dedication reward of 4.6 million yuan, leaving a balance of 607.6 billion yuan."

He lay on the sofa with his legs crossed. He was probably the world's most cash-rich person right now. Not to mention the more than 4000 billion in Junxiao Group's account, he had 607 billion in pocket money on him alone. Who else could compare?
"Boss, Hassan has sent word that the miners have recently been in contact with Wansheng Group and seem to be preparing to invest in the group."

"Oh? That's great, have some fun with them."

In the business world, who is he afraid of? Those "miners" think making money is easy, but compared to him, they're nothing. Not to mention, he also has Xiangjun who spends hundreds of billions every time. Even if all the world's tycoons banded together, he would still dare to fight her.

"Let Xu Jun intensify their efforts, accelerate the property acquisitions, increase the poaching of talent, and make the regional marketing battles that directly compete with them even fiercer. With their funds flowing in, it will be more interesting, and we won't win unfairly."

Zhang Ziqian agreed to everything, but she couldn't quite understand her boss's thought process. Someone else had funds coming in, and he was getting all excited.

"Alright, Ziqian, I'm going home. You should pack up and go home early too."

Xiangjun messaged him saying her uncle was coming over for dinner that evening. Chen Xiao had originally planned to eat at Junxiao Lakeside Hotel, but she said her uncle was already at home and her aunt had cooked a few dishes, so they should just have a simple meal at home. He didn't insist, mainly because he was worried that Xiangjun would get tired.

Since discussing having a child with Xiangjun last time, he has stopped trying to control himself. Given the quality of his sperm, he's almost guaranteed to conceive. He needs to be more careful lately, especially after she gets pregnant. They'll move to Xiangshan Linyu to live there, where someone can take care of her and give him peace of mind.

Tang Tang and Zhou Xiaomei fell asleep on the bus. Whether it was due to excessive blood loss or lying down for too long, their legs were weak. Just then, Tang Tang's phone beeped with a text message.

Upon opening it, my drowsiness vanished instantly.

"Your Huaxia Bank card ending in 9276 has received a transfer of 200000 yuan, leaving a balance of 210082 yuan."

20 yuan has arrived in my account? What's going on?

Jingle Bell!
My phone beeped again; this time it was a WeChat message from the interviewer, Zhang Li.

"That benefactor is very satisfied with your performance, and the originally agreed-upon bonus of 10 has been increased to 20."

"A benefactor? Chen Xiao? Hmph, of course he's very satisfied. Xiaomei and I are practically falling apart."

However, he is quite generous. No wonder he bought Han Xue a car and a house. Compared to that, what is 20? But it's not bad. It's a long-term investment.

A slow and steady approach? He's truly impressive.
"Hey, hey, Xiaomei, wake up."

Zhou Xiaomei slowly woke up and saw that it was Tang Tang calling her. She immediately slapped her hand and said, "What are you doing? I want to sleep. I have to work the night shift."

It's tough being on duty at Junxiaowanghu Hotel tonight. Neither of them expected it to be this hard before they came, especially Zhou Xiaomei. She went in an hour earlier than Tang Tang, and Tang Tang took over for her. She thought she could get some rest, but it turned out she was wrong. At most, she could only catch her breath for a moment.

Even after two people took turns trying to subdue him, they couldn't manage it and finally begged for mercy before calling it quits.

"Check your messages quickly," Tang Tang said, still basking in the joy of earning 20 yuan, her fatigue and drowsiness fading. She glanced around; many girls were looking at them with envy. Although no one had revealed it, it was clear from their expressions who had been favored today.

"Look at the two of them, it seems they were both favored. What did that nobleman do to make them both so exhausted?"

"It's not necessarily because of that important person. It's also possible that he was so excited about getting on the yacht today that he didn't sleep and is now feeling sleepy."

"That doesn't seem like it. I've been observing them for a while now. Their walking posture is wrong; they're limping. My distant cousin found a Black boyfriend, and she looked like that after their first night together."

"Your cousin has such unusual tastes? Is the owner of this yacht also Black?"

"No, the interviewer said he's Chinese, young and handsome."

"Oh dear, did we use props on them? We'll have to be more careful next time."

Although they envied Tang and her companion, they were not discouraged. They believed it would be their turn eventually, and they refused to believe that the VIP would always choose the same person.

At this moment, Zhou Xiaomei heard Tang Tang's words, glanced at the message, and her eyes lit up instantly. Her drowsiness vanished, and she grabbed Tang Tang's hand: "Tang Tang, we're rich!"

Her family was from the countryside, and she had never seen 200,000 yuan before. When she saw the six-figure account balance, she was so excited that she even wanted to go back and fight Chen Xiao again.

"Tangtang, I'm fine with my night shift. I feel energetic now."

"You think you're rich with just 20? You've got some ambition. You'll have plenty of opportunities to make money in the future."

Zhou Xiaomei didn't know the details, but she knew how powerful Chen Xiao was. He had spent at least 1000 million yuan buying cars and houses for Han Xue, and the Rolls-Royce Phantom fleet was still impressive to think about.

He gave Han Xuehua 1000 million, so spending 100 million on me shouldn't be too much, right? Although I'm not as pretty as Han Xue, I'm not that much prettier.

Sigh, does this mean I stole Han Xue's man? I remember secretly watching a movie called "My Best Friend's Boyfriend" a while ago. (End of Chapter)