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Chapter 491 What woman isn't concerned?
They understood Zhao Hui's advice not to mess around. They should only earn what they were capable of and not do anything illegal or disorderly just because they had connections.

Seeing his uncles' eyes darting around, Zhao Hui smiled. "Don't worry, you can go back and discuss it. Tell me tomorrow, or you can call me later. I just wanted to make a statement today: I'll definitely support and provide convenience to anyone who wants to do something. For example, Fourth Uncle, if you still want to keep your shop open, I'll provide you with a brand and a location."

However, I also have requirements for your shops. If the quality of your business is too poor and you rely entirely on the mall and brand resources to make money, then I will definitely shut you down. I encourage and support everyone who wants to work hard, but I will not only not support those who are lazy and want to make money while lying down, but if you disappoint me even once, you will never have another chance in your life.

Uncle San blushed and thought of his son Zhao Liang. Xiang Jun had arranged his career path for him, which was almost exactly the same as Zhao Hui's. However, the boy couldn't stand being managed and couldn't stick to a normal get off work schedule. He just wanted to go home and play games, so he's still playing games at home now.

Sure enough, Zhao Hui directly named him: "Third Uncle, Zhao Liang, I will only give him one last chance. If he is still the same, don't come to me again. See if there is anyone else in the family who wants to do something, and find someone else to support."

Uncle Si was overjoyed upon hearing this: "Ah Hui, we can manage it. The store manager is already capable of handling things on his own, and the staff are all quite good. If you agree, I can open a few more stores and promote these staff to store managers. It would be a good way to reward their hard work following us and let them have a management role as well."

He had thought about it for a while, but he knew that the store was profitable because Zhao Hui had helped with everything from the rent and renovation support to the brand merchandise support. If he wanted to make the same money by opening another store, Zhao Hui would have to ask for help. He was afraid that Zhao Hui would think he was being greedy. The Zhao family had already benefited the most, and no one else had mentioned it, so how could he bring it up again?

Zhao Hui saw through their thoughts at a glance. "Within the family, I may not be able to treat everyone perfectly equally. In the future, I will only allocate resources to the strongest. You can think of it as an internal competition. Whoever develops the best will receive the most resources. I don't practice egalitarianism. I hope to discover a few promising talents within the family, and I will do my best to cultivate them."

"Don't limit yourselves to the retail industry. Even in other sectors, if my capabilities don't extend to them, I'll ask General Manager Chen for help."

His statement was very clear: he wasn't afraid of you wanting resources, he was afraid you couldn't handle them. Stop being timid, figure out your strategy, and go all out. Zhao Hui will be your support, and if things don't work out, Chen Xiao is there to back you up.

This statement gave everyone endless room for imagination. In their eyes, if Zhao Hui was a powerful figure with connections to the heavens, then Chen Xiao was an omnipotent god. They didn't want to think about this anymore. Everyone had their own family to support. They would go back and discuss it properly. If they didn't seize the opportunity now that Zhao Hui had loosened his stance, they would be incredibly stupid.

"Alright, let's stop chatting and go eat early. I need to go back early. Wang Yan's family came to Xishan Linyu today and will be on the yacht tomorrow. I came here directly today and haven't said hello to them yet."

It's true what they say, "When one person attains enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven." Even Wang Yan's family wants to benefit from it. But then again, it's normal. After all, Zhao Hui is their son-in-law, so he's actually closer to them than they are to him. However, considering the Zhao family as a whole, they are actually closer to them.

A group of people went downstairs together. Zhao's father drove himself, his fourth uncle also drove, and his third uncle also brought a car. Only his eldest uncle and youngest uncle didn't have cars. His eldest uncle took the initiative to get into his fourth uncle's car, probably wanting to chat with him on the way and get his advice on which track would be better.

The younger uncle and aunt got into Zhao's father's Mercedes-Benz GLS 450. Zhao Hui watched them get in the car, and then a Mercedes-Benz E-Class slowly drove up and stopped beside him. A middle-aged fat man got out of the driver's seat, ran a few steps to Zhao Hui, and said obsequiously, "Mr. Zhao, you're back."

He was Wang Hao's father, the once arrogant CEO Wang, who was now more humble than a grandson in front of Zhao Hui. He bowed and scraped while looking at Zhao Hui with his small eyes full of expectation, as if a smile from CEO Zhao was his greatest glory. Unfortunately, CEO Zhao didn't care about him at all now and just nodded slightly.

Uncle San laughed and scolded, "Why aren't you driving? What are you dawdling about?"

Mr. Wang quickly replied, "Okay, okay!" and then asked hopefully, "Mr. Zhao, would you like a ride in my car?"

As soon as Uncle San opened the back door, he heard this and said, "Are you blind? Can't you see we're blocking the road? Mr. Zhao's car can't get through."

Turning around, he saw a Buick Guanghui 009 with its hazard lights flashing behind him. The driver in the cab was strong and imposing, with a muscular physique that was clearly well-trained. After getting into the car, Mr. Wang looked back through the rearview mirror.

"Look at Mao, why aren't you leaving? That's Ahui's bodyguard."

Mr. Wang started the car, his thoughts drifting back to last year. He remembered Zhao Hui, that good-for-nothing who used to follow Wang Hao around all the time, whom he barely bothered to look at. Back then, he'd thought Zhao Xiangjun coming to his house was a stroke of good luck for the Zhao family. Now, he'd been reduced to driving for Zhao Laosan, while the former hoodlum Zhao Hui wouldn't even give him a second glance.
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Chen Xiao accompanied Xiang Jun to enjoy dinner. Zhao Xiang Jun wrinkled her nose and said in a coquettish voice, "Chen Xiao, can you not give me so much food? What if I get fat?"

"Of course not. You need energy for two people now, so you need to replenish it. Besides, even if you get fat, you'll still be the most beautiful Xiangjun baby."

"You're so cheesy."

Xiangjun's dress, with its minimalist cut, felt like a second skin, outlining her slender neck and sharp collarbones. A thin silver belt cinched her waist, making it appear incredibly slim, yet reminiscent of the silk cord wrapped around a famous sword before it is drawn from its sheath.

Looking at her breathtaking beauty, Chen Xiao felt an unbearable itch in his heart. He dared not touch her, but how long could he endure this? Heaven knows how agonizing it was to hold such a beautiful woman every night and still be able to move.

After dinner, the two took a walk in the yard. Chen Xiao had bought all the villas in this area and enclosed the whole area. Now, only the Zhao family and their relatives lived there.

Zhao Xiangjun stood under the eaves in a black dress, the hem of which cascaded down like the night, rippling coldly in the breeze. The black was not somber, but rather had a matte, satin-like texture, as if it were woven from crushed moonlight, every inch of which carried an aloof and unapproachable air.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the glazed roofs of the villa complex in a warm golden hue. Chen Xiao and Zhao Xiangjun walked slowly along the cobblestone path, their fingers intertwined. Occasionally, her fingertips would lightly scratch his palm, like a kitten tentatively extending its paw, and he would immediately close his fingers, enveloping her slightly cool fingertips in his warmth.

Her skirt brushed against the blooming roses by the roadside, petals clinging to the hem of her skirt, which Chen Xiao then bent down to brush away. As he looked down, the fine downy hairs on the back of his neck were reflected in the sunset glow. Zhao Xiangjun suddenly tiptoed, her nose brushing against the golden halo, smelling the scent of sunlight mixed with the scent of cedarwood aftersap.

Only in front of Chen Xiao can you see her playful side and childlike nature. To others, she always seems aloof and indifferent to worldly affairs.

As they passed the third villa, she suddenly grabbed him and stopped, pointing to the white pillars covered in wisteria: "Doesn't it look like the coffee shop where I took you on a blind date?" Chen Xiao didn't speak, but smiled and rubbed the pale blue veins on her wrist with his thumb—the veins were rising and falling slightly with her heartbeat.

"Hmph, hmph. You made me go on a blind date with you, and you still haven't apologized to me."

Uh~ Chen Xiao looked at her in surprise: "Didn't you say you didn't care?"

Zhao Xiangjun stopped, pouting, and said discontentedly, "Am I not a woman? Do women not care if their boyfriends go on blind dates?"

Well, women really are unreasonable.

"I apologize to you."

"Hmph, hmph, no sincerity," she said, feigning anger, but her fingers remained clasped tightly with Chen Xiao's, as if she wanted to hold his hand forever.

Chen Xiao gently put his arm around her shoulder and brought his lips close to hers.

"Ah—" Zhao Xiangjun was caught off guard and whimpered, "I've been seen, how embarrassing."

He laughed loudly: "What's there to be ashamed of? If they saw this, they would definitely pretend not to. Who would be so clueless as to ruin such a sweet moment for a couple? Come on, give me another kiss."

The words had barely left her lips when a voice came from not far away: "Xiangjun—"

Damn, I got slapped in the face instantly. Chen Xiao's mouth was almost pressed against Xiang Jun's cherry lips when he was interrupted by this shout, and he immediately looked at the source of the sound with some dissatisfaction.

Who is this? Chen Xiao didn't recognize her. Zhao Xiangjun stared at her for a long time, then turned to Chen Xiao and whispered, "She looks like my sister-in-law's older sister."

Chen Xiao was speechless. He had finally managed to enjoy some time alone with Zhao Xiangjun and feel the tenderness between them, but Zhao Hui's sister-in-law had ruined the atmosphere. Considering Zhao Hui's feelings, he couldn't get angry, so he said to Xiangjun, "Do you want to go and say hello to her?"

Clearly, Zhao Xiangjun was also unhappy with the person who had ruined their sweet time, and whispered, "I don't want to talk to her."

Chen Xiao chuckled and was about to say he'd ignore her when Zhao Xiangjun nodded and called out, "Sister Wang."

Then he whispered to Chen Xiao, "Let's run quickly, or she'll come over."

Chen Xiao glanced over there and, sure enough, Sister Wang was already heading this way. How could he run now? He knew that Zhao Xiangjun was just expressing her feelings and couldn't actually run away, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

"Xiangjun, this must be your brother-in-law, right?"

Chen Xiao smiled and nodded. "Hello."

"I've always wondered what kind of man could win over our Xiangjun. Seeing her today, I realize they are indeed a perfect match, a match made in heaven."

Chen Xiao chuckled, surprised that this woman was quite good at flattery, and his dissatisfaction lessened slightly. Wang Yan's family couldn't possibly be unaware of Zhao Xiangjun's husband's true identity; she was deliberately playing dumb, intentionally concealing Chen Xiao's identity to facilitate the conversation.

In fact, Chen Xiao doesn't like to put on airs, especially in front of his relatives. He prefers to communicate on an equal footing and looks down on those who are obsequious.

"Is Brother Hui back?" Zhao Xiangjun wasn't much of a talker. After greeting him, she fell silent and tugged at Chen Xiao's sleeve, her meaning clear: she wanted him to handle the situation.

Chen Xiao had nothing to talk about with her, so he simply changed the subject to Zhao Hui. He knew very well that Zhao Hui was definitely not back at this time, otherwise this woman wouldn't be wandering around, and her family would definitely be surrounding Zhao Hui. Because anyone with a modicum of common sense would understand that the one who could truly help them was Zhao Hui, and he had no connection with them whatsoever; he was only helping them out of respect for Zhao Hui. Zhao Xiangjun felt the same way about them.

"Not yet, I heard they just started eating."

"Oh, okay, you should go home and have dinner early too. I'm going to take a walk with Xiangjun."

Wang Jie, who had originally planned to strike up a conversation and chat about everyday things, was taken aback. She gave an awkward laugh, realizing she hadn't even had a chance to introduce herself. She knew that this young man, despite his gentle and seemingly harmless demeanor, was someone whose true identity anyone could imagine the devastating consequences of his anger—not just for herself, but for any business tycoon.

I often heard Wang Yan say when he came home that when he got angry, the former general manager of the Wansheng region was dismissed, and when he got angry again, the Four Seasons Apparel Company, which had annual sales of over one billion yuan, was ruined. Later on, when he got angry, even the Wansheng Group couldn't handle it.

Good heavens! Everyone knows Wansheng Group. That President Wang is a god-like figure, but in Wang Yan's description, this man was actually defeated by Xiang Jun.

This made her and her brother's family look at Wang Yan with new respect. In the past, when Wang Yan went back to her parents' home, the two of them would do most of the work. Now it was different. When Wang Yan went back to her parents' home, she was treated like a princess, and she was the only one who had to do the work.

Chen Xiao greeted her and then continued strolling with Xiang Jun. Sister Wang watched the couple, who seemed like a match made in heaven, from afar, but dared not approach them any further.

Inside the Lake and Sea Fishing Village, the Zhao family often dined there, and the owner became familiar with them, knowing that this family was extraordinary.

When I first met them, they were just a few country bumpkins. I remember seeing them riding electric scooters and wearing ripped leather shoes to dinner. Now it's completely different. They're all dressed smartly and bring their own drinks every time they come to eat, and it's always Moutai.

The fourth son of the Zhao family used to run a run-down clothing store on the street, but now he drives a Mercedes-Benz. The most outrageous one is the second son of the Zhao family. He used to do odd jobs and barely made any money, but now he drives a Mercedes-Benz GLS 450, which costs nearly 150 million yuan. And his son, who was a petty hoodlum, rides in a high-end minivan like the Geely 009 with a personal driver. It's said that he's already the vice president of Junxiao Commercial Management Group.

"This is truly a case of 'a scholar should be looked at with new eyes after three days' absence," the shop owner thought to himself. He wondered if he could open a chain store if he ever moved his restaurant to Junxiao Plaza. Therefore, now whenever the Zhao family came to eat, he always made sure to offer them a toast.

When he arrived at the door with the wine, he discovered that even toasting required queuing, and there were several groups of people already standing at the entrance. Ah, no wonder they say that once someone becomes successful, it's very difficult to build relationships; the competition is just too fierce. It's simplest to maintain relationships with people who are still relatively unknown, where there's no competition.

The door to the private room opened, and the person who came out was someone the boss recognized. It turned out to be a big boss in the construction industry in the area. In the past two years, there had been less infrastructure construction, and business had been a bit slow. In previous years, this Mr. Qin had made a lot of money, so it was clear that he had come looking for connections.

"Hello, Mr. Qin!"

President Qin nodded, looking very pleased. Indeed, exchanging WeChat contact information with President Zhao was even more exciting than winning the lottery.

At this moment, the people in line in front of him turned around and saw him, and greeted him, saying, "The boss is also here to toast you. Ah Hui is really doing well now."

"Ah Hui?" The boss glanced at the group of young people and realized that they probably knew Zhao Hui before. They were still calling him Ah Hui. How could you call him that?
He nodded, deciding to avoid arguing with these people who lack emotional intelligence to prevent catching their stupidity.

Just then, the people offering toasts came out of the private room again. That was too fast; they probably didn't even exchange more than two words. Well, it's good enough that Mr. Zhao accepted their toasts.

The young men in front of him went in. The door to the private room wasn't closed properly, and the owner could see through the crack that Mr. Zhao was sitting at the very end of the aisle. His first reaction was, "How could this be?" But then he couldn't help but laugh. The room was full of his elders; where else would he sit if not at the very end?

When Zhao Hui saw the people who came in, he suddenly felt a little dazed. These were his old card-playing friends. He had lost contact with them since he started working at the Jiangzhou branch of the Yinuo Group. After he refused to play cards with them several times, they even teased him, saying that the little money he earned at work was not as much as what they won in a few rounds of cards.

Of course, Zhao Hui wanted to laugh. If everyone wins, then who wins? Besides, they probably couldn't earn that much by playing cards their whole lives.

"Hey, uncles, Ah Hui, let's offer a toast."

Zhao Hui stood up and nodded politely, "Thank you!"

One of them patted him on the shoulder: "Ah Hui, you're back, come and get together with us old brothers. We've been brothers for so many years, closer than blood brothers."

"Yes, I think I have time."

The boss, watching from outside, laughed. These guys were utterly stupid; trying to get close like that? No wonder he wouldn't listen. These days, the more polite Mr. Zhao is, the more distant he is.

After finishing his drink, Zhao Hui sat down and started chatting with his uncle. Since the others had been left standing there, it wasn't appropriate for them to stay and chat any longer, so they had to leave.

Upon exiting the building and seeing the boss, he chuckled, "It's nothing special, he's quite arrogant these days."

The boss ignored them. These guys were a bit brainless. What kind of status did Zhao Hui have now? The fact that he was willing to have a drink with them was something they could brag about for a lifetime. They actually tried to put their arms around him! They were already being lenient by not being fired, and they thought he was arrogant. Isn't it normal for Mr. Zhao to be a little arrogant?
Thinking about all this, the boss pushed open the door and came in: "Gentlemen, I'd like to offer a toast as well."

My uncle and the others all recognize him; they know he's the owner of this restaurant. Half a year ago, when they came to eat here, the owner wouldn't even glance at them. But now it's different. Every time they come to eat, he brings them a few dishes and then comes over to offer them a toast.

"The restaurant has recently introduced some new dishes, which will be delivered over in a bit for everyone to try and give us your feedback."

As he toasted, he pretended to suddenly notice Zhao Hui and said, "Oh dear, when did Mr. Zhao return?"

Such a petty trick couldn't possibly fool Zhao Hui, but seeing that he was a decent person, he didn't bother to expose him. He smiled faintly and said, "I just got back not long ago."

"It's good that you're willing to talk!" the shop owner exclaimed excitedly. He immediately said, "Stay a few more days this time. You're always away from home, and I think Mr. Zhao must be missing you terribly."

Mr. Zhao looked at the shop owner. He didn't know him well at all and didn't even know his name. But he called him "General Manager Zhao" quite fluently.

The shop owner probably noticed Zhao's father's expression and quickly flattered him, saying, "Mr. Zhao, everyone around here knows how lucky you are. Your young master is a big shot at Junxiao Commercial Management, and your daughter is a rare beauty."

He wasn't making things up. He had seen Xiangjun when she came to eat last time and knew that she was Zhao Hui's sister.

Mr. Zhao smiled and nodded without saying anything. He was no longer the honest and simple migrant worker he was a year ago. In the past six months, he had heard so many compliments from relatives and friends that he was sick of them. Being praised had become a daily routine for him.

The shop owner could tell that Zhao Hui probably didn't want to talk to him anymore, and knowing he couldn't beat around the bush any longer, he said, "Mr. Zhao, if I may be so bold as to ask, is there any chance for my restaurant to be located in Junxiao Plaza?"

Hmm? When it came to work, Zhao Hui became more serious. Junxiao Plaza was trying to avoid mass-produced, generic restaurants that lacked any distinctive features. So, wherever he went, he insisted on bringing in first-time restaurant brands. Then, he would pair them with local specialties and a few trendy restaurants.

This Lake and Sea Fish Restaurant is probably the most famous restaurant in the area. Otherwise, they wouldn't come here for every gathering. If it could be moved into Junxiao Plaza, its business would definitely be good, and it would also allow customers to taste authentic Austrian cuisine.

In this way, businesses, shopping malls, and consumers all benefit, making it a win-win-win situation.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly looked at the eldest son of the Zhao family: "Uncle, your eldest cousin is running a snack business in another city, right?"

The shop owner's heart skipped a beat, while the uncle, unaware of Zhao Hui's question, replied truthfully, "Yes, we don't earn much money all year round."

Zhao Hui nodded and said, "In the catering industry, the most important thing is that the food tastes good, which has a threshold. How about this, let him come back and find a restaurant with strength and willingness to develop in Junxiao Mall, and cooperate with him. As long as he has the ability, Junxiao Plaza in the whole country is open to him."

The shop owner thought to himself, "Just as I thought," and was overjoyed. This Mr. Zhao was planning to have him partner with his uncle's child. If that were possible, wouldn't I be able to get on his good side?

(End of this chapter)