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

"It's nothing, you're overthinking it. Those are just He Qing's bodyguards—"

Bodyguards? Does He Qing even deserve bodyguards?
Mr. Wang had heard that He Qing was very capable, but as someone who had never seen much of the world, he couldn't fathom just how capable she was—probably even more capable than the richest man in his town. Now, hearing that she had so many bodyguards, he immediately grasped the meaning of her capability. "Hmm, she really is very capable."

Passing by the four shops Wang Ping left her parents to run as a convenience store, totaling over 300 square meters, her parents were pleased with the size of the shops, but also worried. "Pingping, such big shops, especially in Jiangzhou, the rent must be very expensive, right?"

He Qing was walking with Wang's mother when she heard this. She turned her head and smiled lightly: "Uncle, don't worry, these are all Wang Ping's shops, there's no rent required."

Are all of these Wang Ping's shops? My daughter is so capable, owning a 300-square-meter shop? He didn't realize He Qing meant the entire commercial street.

This commercial street is adjacent to two schools, a middle school and a primary school.

Elementary school students leave early, but some junior high students have to attend evening self-study sessions. Therefore, there are many simple food carts selling food near the school gate.

"Huh—", He Qing suddenly stopped. The others, who were on their way to the restaurant, also stopped when they saw He Qing stop.

"What's wrong?" Wang Ping asked.

"Pingping, look at the slogan on that grandma's food cart—"

Wang Ping looked closely and saw a sign on a food cart belonging to an elderly woman who appeared to be in her sixties: "Handmade Dumplings - 5 yuan/bowl"

Dumplings, 5 yuan a bowl? How is that possible? These days, a bowl of dumplings outside costs at least 20 yuan. Even at a street food stall, without considering rent costs, is 5 yuan enough to cover the cost of the raw materials?

This food truck is doing very well. The people sitting around it are mostly junior high school students. I imagine many of them live far away and are just eating something near their school.

Suddenly, a burly man ran up to the old lady's food cart and shouted at the students who were eating: "You kids really don't know anything. She sells you a bowl of dumplings for 5 yuan, and in the morning she sells big fresh meat buns for 5 mao each. Do you think that's true? Let me tell you, this meat is definitely not good meat. It might be rat meat or dead pig meat."

Wang Ping almost vomited when she heard "rat meat." He Qing's face changed drastically. She had to admit that the middle-aged man's words made sense, because the old lady's dumplings were incredibly cheap. Judging from the big man's words, she also sold breakfast here in the morning, and the big meat buns were 5 cents each? Now, 5 cents wouldn't even buy a small steamed bun, so how could the big meat buns be so cheap?
So He Qing somewhat believed what the big man said. Looking at the old woman's weathered face, etched with the marks of time, He Qing really didn't want to believe it was true.

At this moment, a student stood up and said to the big man, "Uncle, this grandma wouldn't do that. She's always been selling dumplings and steamed buns here, and they're very delicious."

“What do you kids know? There’s always something fishy going on when things are not normal. You don’t understand that there’s never anything cheap in this world. The cheaper something seems, the more expensive it probably is, because you’re paying for the costs elsewhere.”

The grandmother didn't argue and was already busy at her food cart, but He Qing could tell that she was actually a little sad.

“He Qing, do you think there’s something wrong with the dumplings your grandma sells? I don’t believe a grandma like that would do such a thing.”

"Let's go to the restaurant first." These kinds of things can't be based on subjective assumptions.

He called over his bodyguard and assigned one of them to investigate where the grandmother's raw materials came from. Wouldn't that tell him?

Inside the private room, He Qing had her bodyguard bring over several bottles of red wine. Mr. Wang initially thought she had brought another 82 Lafite, but upon looking at the bottles, he didn't recognize them.

He had barely ever drunk red wine before. The 82 Lafite he was drinking was brought back by Wang Ping. That's what it means to be at the peak from the very first sip; a 10 RMB-level wine is just his starting point.

hum-

Wang's father's phone rang. He picked it up, glanced at the caller ID, and subconsciously looked at Wang Ping.

Then he answered the phone. The private room was quiet. Wang Ping was sitting next to him again, and she could clearly hear the voice on the other end: "Uncle, I came to Jiangzhou today. Last time we talked about the crab hotpot, I still need Pingping's help. I called her but she didn't answer, and she didn't reply to my messages. She really doesn't have any family ties. They say that brothers fight tigers together, and fathers and sons go to war together. I'm probably her closest brother in the world, and she won't even help me with my problems?"

I didn't borrow much, only 20 yuan, and it's money she doesn't even use; she just left it with you. I just don't understand why you can't help me. She drives a Porsche, can't you lend her older brother a hand?"

Mr. Wang was somewhat embarrassed because Wang Ping's expression was very unpleasant. She had clearly told him on the phone last time that he should no longer associate with his older brother's group.

When my family was so poor that we couldn't even afford to eat or pay for tuition, we asked them for help, but no one paid any attention to us. Not only did they not help, they also spoke coldly to us. Even when my older brother's family bought a new phone, they would come to my house to show it off.

In those years, He Qing's family, which wasn't well-off either, often helped her, which is why she and He Qing were like sisters. Wang Ping used to like money because she was terrified of being poor, but He Qing was still her most important person. If anyone dared to bully He Qing, she would fight them to the death.

"Uncle, uncle. Say something! I'm in Jiangzhou today. Tell me, her older brother is here. Even if he doesn't invite me to dinner, he should at least meet me."

Wang Ping took the phone from her father's hand. "I'm very busy and don't have time to talk to you. If you need anything, just say so over the phone. But forget about lending me money; I don't have any."

There was a three-second pause on the other end, probably because they hadn't expected Wang Ping to be with her father. Hearing Wang Ping's heartless words, they immediately shouted, "Pingping, I'm your closest older brother in the world. I heard you donated over 10 million yuan to Chongqing No. 2 Middle School. You can donate money to people who are not related to you, but you're unwilling to help your own brother. How can that be right?"

Wang Ping sneered: "First, I don't have an older brother, so I don't have one; second, the money's in my pocket, so my word is law. That's it, don't let it affect our meal—"

After hanging up the phone, I tossed it to my father. "Dad, stay away from people like that in the future."

Wang's father chuckled dryly, and Wang Ping knew it was impossible to expect him to ignore the other party. This was also why she hadn't given her father much money. If he knew she had more money than she could spend, he would surely lend it to her cousin.

Wang Ping wasn't unwilling to help her relatives; it was just that her cousin's family was such awful people. They hadn't helped her family when they were in such dire straits, and instead, they kicked her when she was down. She could never forgive such people.

She originally wanted to keep a few shops outside for her parents to experience being landlords, but now she's decided against it. Having too much money in hand would attract unwanted attention.

Her plan for her parents' future was to ensure they had enough to eat and drink, and could do whatever they wanted. If they didn't want to work, they could simply close the door and travel all over the country or even the world, just like Feng Feifei's father, Mr. Feng, a travel enthusiast. Wang Ping hoped her parents could live that kind of life.

Now that she had enough financial means, she served her father some food and said, "Dad, I bought you a Buick M8 SUV, which will be delivered soon. I also bought you a Buick 009 minivan and hired a driver. From now on, you and Mom can drive yourselves if you want to go on road trips; if you don't want to drive, you can use the driver. I've also hired a housekeeper for you, so you don't have to worry about cooking or housework. You can just enjoy life." Her mother immediately replied, "Pingping, isn't that unnecessary? Your father and I are perfectly capable; why should we need others to take care of us? Besides, why did you buy so many cars? Isn't one enough for your father?"
You have money now, but you should still save some. As the saying goes, "You only realize how little money you have when you need it," and "Save money now, and you'll have fewer tears when you need it."

He Qing was stunned. Where did her aunt learn this from? She could talk about it so fluently and logically, and it even made some sense.

"Mom, don't worry, I have plenty of money. You can't possibly spend it all—"

Seeing that her daughter was doing so well, the Queen Mother was very happy, but she still said, "My child, how much money do you think you can never spend it all? Let me tell you, come back to me when you've saved up 500 million."

500 million? Wang Ping was somewhat dazed. This amount, which was once an astronomical figure for her, was now just two months' worth of her rental income.

"Auntie, Pingping isn't lying to you. She really is financially independent now, far exceeding your standards—"

The Queen Mother looked at He Qing. "He Qing said that puts my mind at ease. It seems Pingping is truly blessed. By the way, I remember when Pingping was little, around eight years old, I was holding her when we met a fortune teller."

"Stop—" Wang Ping quickly stopped her.

“Mom, do the math. From when I was 8 years old until last year, it’s been 14 years. How many times have you cursed that fortune teller? Now that I’m doing well, you’re starting to thank him. How can your stance be so wavering? You should thank He Qing instead. I’m where I am today because of He Qing.”

“Alright, let’s eat. Today is to celebrate your aunt and uncle moving into their new home, and you’ve been thanking them all the time—” He Qing spoke with great authority at Wang Ping’s house.

Although Wang Ping didn't say exactly how He Qing helped her, every time she called or went home, she would mention that she owed her success to He Qing's help.

Wang Ping poured wine for her parents, saying, "This is Romanée-Conti, several times more expensive than the one I brought back last time."

Mr. and Mrs. Wang were taken aback. It was several times more expensive than that 82 Lafite, it must cost hundreds of thousands. The old couple exchanged a glance, speechless, and now they were completely convinced that their daughter was absolutely financially independent, otherwise how could she drink a bottle of wine worth hundreds of thousands without batting an eye?

"I wonder if drinking this wine will grant immortality. What do you think makes it so expensive?"

Wang Ping laughed and said, "What else could make it so expensive? It's because it's rare, of course. Scarcity drives up prices; it's all hype—"

"You know that, yet you still drink this? Aren't you just handing yourself over to be ripped off?"

He Qing said from the side, "Auntie, I brought those, it has nothing to do with Pingping—"

"Oh, He Qing brought it. Then it's alright."

"Excuse me, everyone, here's a dish—" A middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties and about the same age as Wang's father, who wasn't wearing a work uniform, brought the dish over.

Mr. Wang asked, "You're the boss, right? Why are you personally delivering the vegetables?"

The middle-aged man was indeed the boss. Hearing Wang's father greet him, he offered him a cigarette, but Wang's father smiled and waved his hand, saying, "No need, I don't smoke, thank you—"

"Oh, I'm sorry, everyone here is a lady." Then, in response to Mr. Wang's question, he said, "Recently, we've had a lot of customers in the evenings, and we're short-staffed, so I'm helping out."

Father Wang smiled and said, "This is good news! May your business prosper! Congratulations on your fortune!"

The shop owner was about the same age as Wang's father, so he said a few more words. "Yes, if we're talking about making money, the landlords on this street have a good eye. There are not only many residents around here, but also many vocational schools. In the evenings or on weekends, many college students come here to shop, which makes business here quite good."

"Hey—, boss. This shop wasn't bought by you, it's rented?"

The shop owner sighed, "To be honest, we originally planned to buy a shop to start a business, so we could do it peacefully here. Unfortunately, we were just unlucky; this street is in such a good location that a nouveau riche got his eye on it."

He Qing smiled as she looked at Wang Ping; she probably knew why her boss was troubled.

The father was greatly surprised and pressed for an answer: "What do you mean? Would a tycoon not buy you a shop?"

The boss sighed, "Isn't that right?"

Mr. Wang was puzzled and looked at his daughter. According to the shopkeeper, his daughter was quite impressive, having managed to own four shops in the best location.

“We had a good initial discussion with the developer, and the location was even finalized. Then, out of nowhere, a nouveau riche came along and bought the entire commercial street.”

"Ah—!" the father exclaimed in shock, "Is this rich man such a beast?"

Wang Ping immediately looked at her father, who seemed to realize what was happening and asked, "You're saying that the whole street was bought up by that one person, and there weren't any who escaped?"

The shop owner shook his head: "Don't even mention fish, they even took the shrimp. Don't even mention shops, they even bought the parking spaces. I've seen rich people being extravagant, but this kind of extravagance is truly astounding. We've really seen something like this before."

Mr. Wang turned to look at his daughter in disbelief, speechless for a long time. After the shop owner left, he stammered, "Pingping...you...bought the whole street?"

The Queen Mother was a little slow to react; she hadn't thought that much about it before. But when she heard the Queen Father's question, she immediately realized what was going on and opened her mouth wide with a gasp.

He Qing smiled and said to her, "Auntie, this whole street belongs to Pingping."

The two elders both collapsed to the ground with a thud—(End of Chapter)