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

Zhang Ziqian turned her head and said, "President Huang, you're back?"

I never expected to run into Huang Guangyuan here.
"Yes, I took my annual leave these past few days and came back to visit. I just happened to hear that Junxiao Supermarket was opening, so I came to check it out."

Zhang Ziqian nodded slightly, "Those two projects in Shanghai, they'll be renovated soon, right?"

"Yes, construction has already begun. And who are these people?"

"Oh, my college classmate, let's go shopping together."

Huang Guangyuan nodded, "Then I won't bother you any longer."

Although Zhang Ziqian was just an assistant, Huang Guangyuan's respect for her surpassed that for Chairman Xu Jun. Every senior employee who followed Chen Xiao knew how much President Chen doted on his chief secretary, indulging her every whim.

Huang Guangyuan walked out, and after only a few steps, Zhang Qian was about to ask who he was when she heard a familiar voice calling from not far away, "President Huang, President Huang—"

Zhang Qian turned her head and saw that the previously calm and collected General Manager Song was jogging towards General Manager Huang, who had just greeted Zhang Ziqian, followed by Manager Yang and a group of people.

A thought flashed through her mind: Mr. Huang, could it be—?
"Ziqian, what's the name of that Mr. Huang just now?" Zhang Qian couldn't help but ask as she watched Mr. Song and his group run over to Mr. Huang and bow to greet him.

At this moment, Ma Jing brought over a few cups of fruit drinks. As Zhang Ziqian took them, she said, "That's Huang Guangyuan, the former general manager of this store."

Zhang Qian gasped, her eyes wide with shock, and exchanged a glance with Wang Ling. She was equally astonished; was that Huang Guangyuan, the executive vice president of the Jun Xiaocheng system that Yang Juan had mentioned earlier?

To people like them, that was practically divine. The way he spoke to Zhang Ziqian just now was practically shouting, "My lady, how are you?"

Is beauty really that powerful, that so many people are infatuated with her?
Looking at Zhang Ziqian again, Zhang Qian's eyes were full of obsequiousness. It seemed that her future cooperation with Jun Xiaocheng depended entirely on Zhang Ziqian. Before, she had thought that Zhang Ziqian could put in a good word for her with Song Tao. Now it seemed that Huang Guangyuan was also giving her face. If Huang Guangyuan said one word, it would be more effective than if Song Tao said a hundred words.

"Ziqian, how about inviting President Huang to dinner tonight?"

As Zhang Ziqian walked towards the first floor, she said, "Why did I invite him? It's a class reunion. Do you need to see him for something?"

Sigh, they really have resources but don't know how to use them.

"Ziqian, do you know what kind of person President Huang is? If you knew him, even if he just slipped a little something away, you'd be financially independent—"

Ma Jing, who was habitually drinking juice, choked upon hearing this, coughing—coughing—

"Zhang Qian, you're going to make me laugh to death. Financially independent, and you still need to rely on him to let a little bit slip through your fingers?"

“What’s so funny? You’re not in this industry, so you don’t know how powerful Mr. Huang is.” Zhang Qian knew that Ma Jing worked in AI and thought she knew nothing about retail.

"Let me put it this way: as long as you can win over General Manager Huang, you won't need to invest a single penny. Plenty of people will come to you to help them open stores in Junxiao City, and you can even get a cut of their net sales."

“A broker?” Zhang Ziqian laughed.

"Yes, brokers make huge profits with minimal investment, no! They make huge profits with no investment at all."

"Zhang Qian, are you in the retail business?"

They went downstairs as soon as they met. Zhang Ziqian didn't ask what she was doing. Only then did Wang Ling say, "Boss Zhang's business is huge. He manages more than 100 people and has a turnover of more than 2 million yuan a year."

Zhang Qian interrupted her, "The 100-plus people are from the company. If you include the shops, it's more than 800 people."

Zhang Ziqian was slightly surprised, "You've made it this big?", and she meant it sincerely. She didn't think she was anything special. If it weren't for meeting Chen Xiao, she would still be working backstage at a hotel, earning less than 2 yuan a month, which was nothing compared to what Zhang Qian was doing now.

Somewhat smug, Zhang Qian said, "It's alright, but this is too tiring. It's not as good as Wang Ling's job. She's a landlady and collects millions in rent every year. I'm busy all year, and even if I stop, my turnover is hundreds of millions, but my net profit is only a few million. If I don't order the right goods for a season, I might even lose money."

This was just mutual flattery in business; the group went upstairs. Inside LV, Zhang Qian insisted that Zhang Ziqian pick one out, but Zhang Ziqian wasn't interested in any of the styles. She used to regularly buy some for her office because Chen Xiao would sometimes casually give them away.

"No need, Zhang Qian. If I like it, I can buy it myself. Send me a copy of your brand information, and I'll take a look. If it fits the positioning of this mall, I'll help you promote it."

Zhang Qian was overjoyed. "Should we pass it on to General Manager Huang or General Manager Song? It would be better if we could pass it on to General Manager Huang. If he gives the word, we're almost guaranteed to win, and I can also do it nationwide."

Ma Jing covered her mouth and laughed. "President Huang? If Zhang Ziqian approves, her words carry more weight than President Huang's."

"Let me take a look first, mainly to see if your brand matches the mall's positioning. If not, you could consider doing it at Junxiao Plaza—"

"What? Ziqian, do you know anyone at Junxiao Plaza? I have a few shops there, but I can't get good locations. But the business there is really good. If you know any big leaders, could you introduce me?"

"Oh, don't worry, we can discuss whatever your conditions are. We're classmates, after all, I won't treat you unfairly. How about you take a fixed percentage?"

She bombarded him with questions like a machine gun, and Zhang Ziqian sighed, regretting ever taking the bait. "Let's not talk about this today. Give me your product information, I'll get back to you after I've studied it, okay?"

Zhang Qian helped her pick out several bags. "Ziqian, look, this is a classic style, it'll never go out of fashion, do you like it? Ziqian, this is a limited edition, what do you think?"

Zhang Ziqian was a little unhappy. "Zhang Qian, if you're going to do this, we won't eat dinner." It's really pointless. Why make it so materialistic when a few classmates are meeting?

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, Ziqian." Zhang Qian didn't dare to upset this young lady now.

She didn't want it, and Zhang Qian stopped staying at LV; she hadn't planned to buy a bag in the first place.

“Zhang Qian, weren’t you going to look at watches?” Wang Ling reminded her, while also easing the awkward atmosphere.

"Yes, yes, let's go check the watch—"

Patek Philippe originally wouldn't have opened a branch in a city like Jiangzhou, but Junxiao City is now too powerful, and these international giants have to consider their cooperative relationship, which is why Patek Philippe came to Jiangzhou.

However, the styles here are definitely not comparable to those in Shanghai. Most of them are entry-level, but even so, they all start at more than 20 yuan.

As soon as they entered the store, a saleswoman came forward to serve them. Zhang Qian whispered to Zhang Ziqian, "Even the richest people will ask the price when they come here to look at watches."

Ma Jing whispered, "That's not necessarily true—"

Knowing that she and Zhang Ziqian were close, Zhang Qian didn't dare to argue with her for Zhang Ziqian's sake, so she explained, "That's really true. Some of these watches may be worth millions, or even more."

The saleswoman overheard their conversation, smiled sweetly, and was about to reply when she inadvertently caught sight of the deep blue enamel and diamond starry sky dial on Zhang Ziqian's fair wrist, and was immediately taken aback. She cautiously asked, "Miss, is that a Celestial (Ref. 6102) on your wrist?"

Zhang Ziqian nodded. This was definitely not her most expensive watch; she just happened to have it with her today. As Chen Xiao's chief secretary, whatever luxury goods he bought, he would give them to her as gifts if they suited her.

Zhang Qian and Wang Ling's eyes were immediately drawn to it, Celestial (Ref. 6102)?
Wang Ling asked, "Ziqian, is this also a Patek Philippe?"

She and Zhang Qian exchanged a glance. Could it be another fake? If they were recognized, it would be incredibly embarrassing.

The saleswoman said, "This is a collector's item; stores of our caliber don't have this kind of piece." Then she asked Zhang Ziqian, "This one of yours must cost over 500 million, right?"

Zhang Qian and Wang Ling were filled with shock, but it was shock at the fact that a watch was worth 500 million. They were convinced that Zhang Ziqian's watch was a fake; how could she possibly carry a bag worth millions and wear a watch worth millions? It didn't make sense.

"Ah—, beautiful lady, is that a jewelry watch you're wearing? I've seen it in the catalog, it looks like Ref. 7071, it costs tens of millions."

Zhang Qian and Wang Ling were drawn to the watch on Ma Jing's wrist that looked like a bracelet. These two best friends really know how to pull off something amazing. Where did they get such a realistic replica? Even the sales assistant at Patek Philippe couldn't tell the difference between the real and fake.

Because Zhang Qian still needed Zhang Ziqian's help, they didn't dare to mock her. They could only pretend that nothing had happened and normally choose their own basic items.

In the end, I chose the Nautilus Ref. 7118, a stainless steel watch with a white dial. It was quite ordinary, but it still cost 25 yuan.

After leaving the house, the group went upstairs for dinner. On the way, Wang Ling said, "Zhang Qian is really something. She can spend hundreds of thousands of yuan without batting an eye. Ziqian, Ma Jing, don't you think that's enviable?"

Neither Zhang Ziqian nor Ma Jing understood. They were wearing watches worth millions of yuan, so why should they envy her? Little did they know that Wang Ling and Zhang Qian assumed that the bags and watches in their hands were counterfeit.

When the group went up to the upstairs dining area, they unexpectedly ran into Huang Guangyuan and Song Tao's group again. The two sides walked towards each other.

Zhang Qian felt a surge of excitement and silently prayed, "Quickly, strike up a conversation with Zhang Ziqian! Quickly, strike up a conversation with her!"

Huang Guangyuan wasn't very familiar with Ma Jing, and Song Tao didn't know her at all. This was because Chen Xiao usually took Zhang Ziqian with him when he went out, while Ma Jing usually stayed at home and also had to handle matters related to Dr. Feng's Robotics Technology Group.

Whether her prayers had worked or not, Zhang Qian's heart was pounding with excitement. Huang Guangyuan and Song Tao strode towards her, their previously serious faces now beaming with smiles even before they arrived.

Zhang Qian thought to herself, "Those two old geezers, are they going to try to pick up girls together? Wouldn't that cause them to fight amongst themselves?"

"President Zhang—"

"President Zhang—"

Zhang Qian almost exclaimed "Oh!" because she really couldn't tell if it was "Zhang" or "Zhang" in the pronunciation.

When Zhang Ziqian ran into Huang Guangyuan before, Ma Jing was buying fruit drinks. This time, when they met again, Zhang Ziqian introduced her: "This is Ma Jing."

Huang Guangyuan was startled. He had initially thought it was Zhang Ziqian's friend, but it turned out to be another of President Chen's close secretaries. He quickly bowed and greeted her, "President Ma—"

"Hello, Mr. Huang!" Ma Jing nodded.

Wang Ling and Zhang Qian were a little confused. This wasn't a flirtation; it was more like an employee meeting a high-ranking boss. Yang Juan had reacted exactly the same way when she met Song Tao.

Song Tao stood to the side, speechless. He also noticed Zhang Qian and Wang Ling, and, lost in thought, took advantage of the moment when Zhang Ziqian and Huang Guangyuan were talking to quietly approach them: "President Zhang, send me your brand information. I'll take a look."

Wow—? This good thing really came out of nowhere.

Zhang Qian was momentarily at a loss for what to do, when Song Tao took out his phone and asked, "Ms. Zhang, would it be convenient to add each other on WeChat?"

Wang Ling and Zhang Qian were both stunned. It was like going to meet a celebrity, humbly greeting them, and then the celebrity saying, "Marry me—"

This is like a windfall from heaven; anyone who doesn't join is a coward.
Without a second's hesitation, Zhang Qian immediately took out her phone and exchanged contact information with Song Tao. Zhang Ziqian naturally saw this, but did not say anything.

At this moment, Song Tao walked over and said, "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Ma, may I add you on WeChat?"

Unlike his tone when speaking to Zhang Qian, Song Tao now sounded pitifully humble, as if he were begging.

It was really ridiculous, but that's how it was. Zhang Qian found it hard to believe that someone as important as Song Tao would treat Zhang Ziqian like that; it hardly looked like a flirtation.

At this moment, Huang Guangyuan said, "President Zhang, if there are any errands you need to run in Jiangzhou, just tell him. He is someone I personally trained, and he is very reliable in his work."

Zhang Qian and Wang Ling gasped in shock. What did this mean? Zhang Ziqian was arranging for him to run errands as if it were his greatest honor.

What exactly is Zhang Ziqian's identity? The two of them couldn't help but look at her bag and the watch on her wrist. Could it all be true?

Zhang Ziqian nodded. "Mr. Song, you're too kind. Let us scan your QR code. It'll be easier for us to contact you if we need anything later."

She wasn't arrogant at all. When helping Chen Xiao, many people couldn't easily find Chen Xiao, so they would go to her instead.

Song Tao held his phone, unfolding the QR code, his hand trembling. Zhang Ziqian and Ma Jing scanned the code to add him, and Song Tao cautiously clicked "accept," his movements heavy as if weighing a ton.

Huang Guangyuan scanned the QR code and added Ma Jing on WeChat. Then Zhang Ziqian said, "You guys continue your patrol, we're going to eat."

"Okay, Mr. Zhang, I won't take up your time—"

Zhang Ziqian and Ma Jing nodded, then turned to Zhang Qian, Wang Ling, and said, "Zhang Qian, Wang Ling, let's go—"

Now that they were some distance apart, Zhang Qian finally couldn't help but ask, "Ziqian, what are you and Ma Jing doing right now?"

"We both work as assistants."

"An assistant?" Zhang Qian and Wang Ling stared at each other, completely baffled as to what kind of assistant could make Huang Guangyuan and Song Tao so afraid.

"Whose assistants are you?"

"The boss of Junxiao Group." (End of Chapter)