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

Mr. Liu's appearance was simply unbearable to look at. The more arrogant he was before, the more docile he was now, tilting his head back and slapping himself repeatedly, each drop a reluctant rebuke.

Zhao Liang, holding the wine bottle, looked like an oil vendor. Looking down at Boss Liu, who was sucking in water like a dragon, he couldn't help but admire Zhao Liang's ability to be flexible and adaptable.

He can be both a grandfather and a grandson, switching between the two roles with ease.

Mr. Zhang's face flushed red as he looked at Mr. Liu's performance; it was utterly humiliating. He wanted to run, but seeing the several burly men at the door, he gave up.

Damn it, it seems we need to arrange security personnel in China as soon as possible. We've already suffered from not having bodyguards a few times.

Before long, Mr. Liu collapsed to the ground, shaking his head and hugging Zhao Liang's leg, calling out, "Grandpa, Grandpa—"

This guy's drunk, how can he be so stupid?
Zhao Liang glanced at the second bottle; it was only the beginning. But 53-proof liquor, chugging it straight from the bottle—that was definitely a bit much. The fact that General Manager Liu could still speak meant he had a good tolerance for alcohol.

Zhao Hui glanced at General Manager Liu and said to Zhao Liang, "Since he's failing, let's give him to his friend. They can share the good fortune—"

Mr. Zhang's face paled: "Is it Mr. Zhao? I admit I was wrong before. I apologize, but could we do it another way? We have a business dinner tonight."

Zhao Hui chuckled twice, gesturing for Zhao Liang to come over.

At this moment, General Manager Liu ran over, grabbed General Manager Zhang's leg, and cried out, "Dad—"

Mr. Zhang was furious. This son of a bitch was calling Zhao Liang "Grandpa" and himself "Dad." He was so angry that he kicked him away.

With Zhao Hui backing him up, Zhao Liang was no longer afraid of anyone. He approached President Zhang and said, "Come on, this is all compensation for you."

Mr. Zhang looked at Zhao Hui and then said, "I'll give you 100 million, how about we call it even?"

The restaurant manager's pupils contracted. Such a good deal? 100 million! With that money, Zhao Liang wouldn't even need to work. But—with such a powerful brother, why would he even bother working?

A million? Zhao Liang hesitated for a moment. For someone who hadn't dared to spend more than 20 yuan on a meal for several days, 1 million was an astronomical figure.

But glancing back at his cousin, he knew he couldn't afford to lose face. He swallowed hard and said, "Damn it, who do you think you are? A million? A billion? You're going to drink with me today—"

Mr. Zhang was speechless. He'd rather drink himself to death than give you 100 billion. You're thinking too much.

Oh well, I've only just arrived in Jiangzhou, and not many people know me yet. So what if I'm embarrassed? I'll figure out how to get back at them later.

"Can I do it myself?"

Zhao Liang glared at him, "What, you can't drink my pee? You can't drink what I pour?"

Damn it, this bastard changes his tune even faster than Liu. He didn't utter a sound no matter how much I cursed him before, but now he's acting all arrogant. Knowing that further resistance would only lead to greater losses, Mr. Zhang followed Liu's example and tilted his head back, opening his mouth.

But because he was so aggrieved, his face was contorted, and coupled with his already unattractive appearance, it looked quite comical. Zhao Liang couldn't help but laugh out loud, and his hand trembled, causing the liquor to go into President Zhang's nostril.
what--

Achoo—pfft—

Mr. Zhang was so spicy that he was looking for water everywhere.
The manager of Xiao Restaurant glanced at Zhao Hui, and seeing him nod slightly, he quickly pulled President Zhang to the restroom to clean up.

Zhao Hui stood up, glanced at General Manager Liu who was fast asleep on the floor, and then said to Zhao Liang, "Come with me—"

When they arrived at the private room Liu Haoran had booked, Liu Haoran recognized Zhao Liang. Zhao Hui had arranged for him to work in the logistics department of Yinuo Group, following the same path as Zhao Hui. However, Zhao Liang couldn't handle the hardship and quit after only a few days.

Why bother? Working in the logistics department of the Inno Group is much simpler and more comfortable than being a waiter in a restaurant. And the salary they offered wasn't low either. Sigh—this guy is practically begging for food while holding a golden rice bowl. If I had his resources, I'd probably have too much time; I'd work tirelessly to build a career. As for President Chen, he'll definitely give his full support to anyone around him who wants to do something and is capable of doing it. Look at Zhao Hui now, and Zhu Hui knows that.

"Are you adjusting well here?" Zhao Hui asked, gesturing for Zhao Liang to sit down.

"Not bad—" Zhao Liang said somewhat ashamed.

"Let's set a six-month timeframe. I hope you can stick with it. Gaining experience won't be a bad thing for you."

Zhao Liang nodded, "Brother Hui, don't worry, I can handle it, not just six months, but even a year or two."

"I hope you keep your word and stick to it for six months. If you do, I can lift the restrictions on you and arrange a job for you."

Zhao Liang's eyes lit up, realizing that his cousin hadn't completely given up on him and had still given him a chance to reform.

"Don't use Mr. Chen's or my name outside, but if you're bullied like today, you can contact me, okay? The Zhao family doesn't bully others, but it's absolutely unacceptable for others to bully us."

After giving a few more instructions, Zhao Hui told Zhao Liang to get back to work. He still had work to do, and Zhao Hui didn't intend for him to participate in tonight's dinner party.

The restaurant manager saw Zhao Liang and asked, "Who was that just now?"

"My cousin—"

The restaurant manager paused for a moment. "Am I stupid? You called him 'cousin,' how could I not know?" He continued, "I wanted to find out more about him." Seeing Zhao Liang run away, he realized Zhao Liang didn't want to talk.

Zhao Liang's cousin is definitely not ordinary; otherwise, how could he have scared that General Manager Liu so much? It seems I should take better care of Zhao Liang in the future. Maybe one day when he becomes successful, he can help me out.

Chen Xiao played a few games with Zhang Ziqian in the office. He won 300 million gold coins in the lottery that afternoon, which greatly improved his equipment and stats. It felt like flying when he was clearing levels.

"Here we go, here we go. Ziqian, you're still too weak. I've already reached level 200, but time is still limiting my progress. Tomorrow I will definitely surpass that Xiao Wang."

Xiao Wang was naturally referring to the "Invincible King" title. Zhang Ziqian pouted; there was nothing she could do—he was the boss, and he had a big mouth.

After Chen Xiao left the office, Zhang Ziqian played the game for a while and suddenly saw that the [Vice Minister of Revenue] had logged in.

Zhang Ziqian quickly sent a message: "Xiaoxiao—"

Xie Xiaoxiao sulked at home all afternoon. Chen Xiao was such a jerk; how could he squander her hard-earned money like that? Is it easy to earn money? He spent it all on lottery tickets.

To prevent Chen Xiao from criticizing her skills next time, she planned to go up and play for a while. However, as soon as she went up, she was startled to see someone calling her name.

"Who are you?" This [King's Army] is a male character, and she doesn't recognize him.

"I am Zhang Ziqian"

Huh? Secretary Zhang? Xie Xiaoxiao now knew Chen Xiao to some extent and knew that this was his most favored secretary. She had thought that Chen Xiao had forced the secretary to come in while playing a game.

She asked, "You were dragged in by him too?" As she asked, she tapped Zhang Ziqian's profile picture to check her level count. She was only at level 78, lower than her own. She hadn't played much; Chen Xiao had been urging her to play, and she'd only managed to squeeze in some time to play a couple of days ago.

A sudden pang of anxiety shot through her. Could it be another time they're asking her to top up her in-game currency? That duo of devils! She decided to take the initiative: "Ziqian, do you want me to top up some in-game currency for you?" She then checked her bank account balance. She never imagined that even her parents couldn't force her to be diligent, but a game had forced her to. Why did she have to accept this endorsement? That endorsement fee wouldn't even be enough for Chen Xiao to squander.

But Zhang Ziqian's reply surprised her and relieved her. Zhang Ziqian didn't want her to spend money; instead, she made a request that left Xie Xiaoxiao both amused and exasperated: "Could you ask the official team to modify my in-game stats?"

If the game's official team dared to do that, the game wouldn't last three days before the servers had to be shut down. After she explained, Zhang Ziqian understood and stopped insisting that she contact the game's official team.

"Xiaoxiao, come to Jiangzhou sometime. We can exchange game experiences in the office."

Xie Xiaoxiao looked out the window. This was reality, not a dream!

The boss of Junxiao Group, considered the pinnacle of private enterprises, and his special assistant, seem to spend all their time playing mobile games. Shouldn't someone like that be incredibly busy, managing such a large company with countless tasks?
She suddenly became interested in Chen Xiao and Zhang Ziqian's lives. Fine, it's a good opportunity to take a vacation and go to Jiangzhou. She wasn't sure what excuse to use, and had originally planned to use it as a pretext to visit Xiao Yuting. But they weren't that close, and besides, Xiao Yuting was the executive vice president of Junxing Automobile Group—so busy, she wouldn't have time for her.

Zhang Ziqian's invitation gave her the perfect excuse. Okay, that's settled then, buy tickets immediately and head to Jiangzhou.

hum-

He picked up his phone and said, "Hello—Qin Ning."

"What? A vacation abroad? I'm not going. I've already decided on my destination—"

"Okay, I'm going to Jiangzhou."

"What, what? I'm going to see this Mr. Chen. A female friend invited me over." Xie Xiaoxiao looked in the mirror and found her face was a little red.

"Huh, you're coming to Jiangzhou with me? Are you crazy? Weren't you planning to go abroad for vacation?"

"No, if you come to Jiangzhou with me, I can't take you with me the whole time—. Okay, you don't mind, right? Then you can drive me there."

Qin Ning has a Land Rover Range Rover, so it's convenient to drive there and to use the car if there's anything going on in Jiangzhou city.
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Mr. Li from Huarui has prepared some gifts at home to use when he visits to apologize tomorrow.

"Arrange a car and get ready to go to [Xiao Restaurant]."

After learning that he had the opportunity for a comprehensive strategic partnership with Junxiao Business Management, the investor became much more proactive than before, even having General Manager Liu invite him out to dinner. This was unprecedented; he had previously looked down on his small business.

Hmph, Li Zichen caused that mess at school, he must be feeling incredibly happy right now. It's just a shame.

Well, in any case, Mr. Zhang is a big spender, so I should go there as soon as possible to avoid being seen as impolite.

I quickly entered [Xiao Restaurant], thinking about what I should talk to President Zhang about beforehand to lay the groundwork. I heard from President Liu that he likes Machiavellianism, which is something I'm good at. I'll talk about that tonight.

"Sir, which private room are you in?" a greeter asked.

"Take me to VIP room XXX—"

Ah—, the greeter paused for a moment, remembering the two drunkards who had just been taken away by the ambulance.

"What's going on? Lead the way, what are you spacing out for?" President Li had been pondering a whole plan on the way, and now he was ready to make his move. He had already clearly arranged what to say as the first thing he would say upon meeting the other person.

"Sir, are you the guests of those two?"

He nodded. "Yes, have the two of you arrived yet?"

They didn't just arrive, they collapsed.
"Sir, if it's those two, then..."

Mr. Li nodded. "What happened to them?"

"They've had too much to drink—"

I'm a bit confused. I haven't even arrived yet. Are they drunk? Are they kidding me?
"They drank too much and were unconscious. They were taken to the First People's Hospital by ambulance."

Mr. Li was held captive for ten seconds. This is ridiculous! He's been hosting banquets his whole life, and this is the first time he's encountered a situation where the guests didn't arrive, and the host himself got drunk and ended up in the hospital.

He couldn't believe it and asked the waiter to lead him to a private room. Upon entering, he was immediately struck by the strong smell of alcohol; the room had just been cleaned, but the stench of alcohol was still lingering.

It seemed the greeter was telling the truth. He took out his phone and called General Manager Liu; the call was answered after a while.

"Mr. Liu?"

"Mr. Li, this is Mr. Liu's assistant. Mr. Liu and Mr. Zhang are both intoxicated and are receiving IV fluids at the hospital."

Who am I? Where am I? What am I here for? Mr. Li walked out of Xiao Restaurant, completely bewildered.
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"Hello, Mr. Chen!"

"Mr. Chen."

Chen Xiao entered the private room from outside, pressing his hands down to indicate that they didn't need to get up. He went straight to the head seat and told his bodyguard to open the bottle of 50-year-old Moutai he had brought.

"We're all grown men, so let's not drink red wine today."

The crowd chuckled a few times. Whatever Mr. Chen says goes. Do we need to ask for everyone's opinion? Those present even felt somewhat flattered.

Zhao Hui instructed the waiter to serve the dishes, and then told Chen Xiao about his encounter with Zhao Liang.

Upon hearing that it was General Manager Liu and General Manager Zhang, Chen Xiao smiled. These two guys have quite a connection.

"Zhao Liang has changed compared to before, that's a good thing—" That guy was spoiled at home when he was a child. It's not a bad thing for him to get a beating in society.

“I’ll let him work outside for six months. If he performs well, I’ll find him a job.”

Nodding, Chen Xiao knew that since Zhao Liang was a member of the Zhao family, it was only right to offer him a way out. Not wanting to discuss Zhao Liang's affairs, he changed the subject: "You didn't go home, you came straight to the hotel?"

After receiving confirmation, the response was, "So you still don't know about your son?"

Zhao Hui's expression trembled with surprise. "Zhao Yan, what's wrong with him?" Don't be fooled by his usual indifferent attitude towards his child. What father in the world doesn't love his child? It's just that he expresses his love in a rough and unrefined way.

Zhao Xiangjun didn't tell him because she didn't want him to worry. But he was already back, and he would find out when he got home that night, so it wouldn't make a difference. Chen Xiao gave a brief explanation of the situation: a fracture, but it would heal quickly and there were no major problems.

But Zhao Hui didn't enjoy the meal at all. (End of Chapter)