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

The security guard thought for a moment, then said, "I'll go back and report—"

For other families, they wouldn't have paid such attention. But that family was different; for the Chen and Zhao families, no matter was too small, something the property management leaders had repeatedly emphasized.

Sure enough, when the leader heard that the other party had come to apologize because of a misunderstanding about their child, he called the security office at No. 88 in the community to ask for instructions.

Zhao Hui was having tea at Chen Xiao's house when he heard the security guard come to report and glanced at Chen Xiao.

"You decide for yourself—" Chen Xiao took the Da Hong Pao tea that Zhang Ziqian handed him and took a sip.

This secretary is quite popular, and Shen Jun likes her too. So now that Chen Xiao is home, she comes over to serve him.

Zhao Hui said to the security personnel, "Let them come in, but don't let the car in—"

After the security personnel left, he explained, "I was originally planning to check who the other party's parents were, but it's good that they've been brought up here. I want to see who they are, that their child injured someone else's child, and the parents didn't even show their faces."

After saying that, he stood up and said, "I'll go back first. They should be here soon."

Chen Xiao smiled and said, "I'll go with you. I want to see it for myself too." This family and that Teacher Wang disgusted him.

"Xiangjun, are you going?"

Shaking her head, Zhao Xiangjun was talking to Shen Yun. Now that Zhao Hui was back, she figured she could let him handle it. She didn't like to be in the public eye dealing with these things anyway; she only went yesterday because Zhao Hui and his wife weren't there, and because Shen Yun suggested it.

"Okay, Ziqian, come with me."

Shen Yun muttered from behind, "This kid, without anyone to take care of him, he's already unable to take care of himself."

Zhao Xiangjun covered her mouth and chuckled, "I feel he has improved even more than before."

"You're just too lenient with him. I'm worried you'll suffer at home later."

Zhao Xiangjun held Shen Yun's hand and joked, "If you didn't know better, you'd think you were my biological mother and Chen Xiao was adopted by you."

"If you were my own daughter, I wouldn't want you to marry him."

Looking at Chen Xiao, whose figure hadn't yet disappeared outside, Zhao Xiangjun sighed. How much did Shen Yun despise her son?
It wasn't that Shen Yun disliked Chen Xiao; she just felt too sorry for Zhao Xiangjun, thinking that Chen Xiao's relationship with so many women had made her suffer. This girl even tried to reason with her, explaining Chen Xiao's predicament and emphasizing the importance of him having so many women.

The more reasonable her explanation seemed, the more wronged Shen Yun felt she was.

hum-

Shen Yun picked up her phone, "Teacher Feng?"

The call was from Feng Ting, asking if she had time to go out for a stroll. Shen Yun asked where she was, and she said she was at the Junxiao Supermarket in Junxiao City, where there was a showroom for the Ruishi brand, and she was going to check out the cars.

There was a Junxing Auto showroom on the first floor of Junxiao City, which she visited all at once.

Shen Yun looked at Zhao Xiangjun, seeking her opinion. Zhao Xiangjun nodded, and Shen Yun replied to Feng Ting that they would go over immediately.

"Mom, I was planning to have Han Xue come over to our house. She happens to be at Junxiao Supermarket today, so we can go there and see her directly."

I haven't met Han Xue or Shen Yun yet, but I've heard Xiang Jun say that she's a stunning beauty, even more beautiful than celebrities.

Shen Jun thought to herself, "No matter how pretty she is, she can't be prettier than you, right?"

Mr. Li was getting a little impatient. "The security guards in this community are really inefficient. Let's go inside and talk things out. We're going to file a complaint against the property management company."

Teacher Wang glanced at him and realized that this Mr. Li was even worse than herself. Someone had kindly helped her report him, and she had complained about him.

Fortunately, the handsome security guard came running over again. "I've already reported to Manager Zhao (number 88), and we can let you in, but only people are allowed in; vehicles are not permitted."

Holy crap, this doesn't make any sense. This is a vehicle entrance. If people go in but cars don't, why would I go through this gate?

"This is Mr. Zhao's intention."

Mr. Li's face darkened; the other party seemed to be showing him no respect. In July, the outside temperature was over 40 degrees Celsius; making several people walk there was deliberately torturing them.

He turned to Teacher Wang and asked, "Did you tell the other parent about my identity?" He felt that if the other parent knew he was the owner of a listed company, they would never have handled it this way.

"I didn't say—", Teacher Wang couldn't remember if she had mentioned it or not, but if she had, wouldn't it be even more awkward now?

"Teacher Wang, you need to get something done, oh—", expressing dissatisfaction with Teacher Wang's handling of the matter.

He said to the security guard outside, "Please inform them again that the chairman of Huarui Catering Group is visiting. They should be able to let us drive the car in."

The security guard raised an eyebrow: "There's really no need for that. Mr. Zhao has already given instructions not to bother us again."

"Hey, our CEO Li is the chairman of a listed company. Could you contact that CEO Zhao again?" Assistant Liu felt it was time to show his loyalty.

Mr. Li then looked at the security guard. The title of boss of a listed company should be enough, right? But to his surprise, the security guard remained unmoved.

"Gentlemen, this neighborhood is full of big bosses and tycoons. We've reported to Mr. Zhao and given him instructions. You can decide for yourselves. If you're walking, I can let you through; otherwise, please leave."

Teacher Wang rolled down the car window and stuck her head out: "Handsome, could you please tell him that the child's teacher is here too?"

The security guard was too lazy to pay attention to him. These people really didn't understand the situation. Who was General Manager Zhao? Could he be questioned like that?

Teacher Wang glanced at President Li, whose face was grim. President Li pondered for a moment, then said coldly, "Come on, get out of the car. I want to see how powerful that President Zhao really is." He then turned to Li Zichen and said, "Did you see that? Your father suffered this humiliation because of you. If it weren't for the fact that you were in the wrong and I wasn't worried about the other party hurting you, I wouldn't even see someone like that who came to me seeking an audience, let alone someone who came to my door to be humiliated."

"Xiao Liu, you carry the gifts, let's go inside." Teacher Wang followed the others into the residential area under the scorching sun of over 40 degrees Celsius.

The security guard pointed in a general direction, saying it was a villa area. The group followed the directions. Seven minutes later, Mr. Li wiped the sweat from his brow and said, "Why aren't we there yet?"

Assistant Liu also remarked, "This residential area is huge. The villa area is at the back, right? The security guard said it's by the lake."

When Teacher Wang heard that Zhao Yan's family lived in a villa, he wanted to slap himself. How could an ordinary family afford to buy a villa here?

Just then, Mr. Li said to Assistant Liu, "Buying a villa here would probably cost 5 to 6 million." Teacher Wang shuddered. The word "million" excited him so much that he forgot he was an unpopular person and was only thinking about how to please the Zhao family.

Just then, a woman carrying a parasol walked towards him. Mr. Li was unbearably hot; the pavement was so hot you could fry an egg on it. Forgetting to call his assistant Liu, he went up to her himself and asked, "Excuse me, ma'am, could you tell me how to get to number 88?"

"An elderly person?" The man put down his parasol. "I'm only 50, not old at all—"

Teacher Wang looked at the woman dressed up in a flamboyant manner. She was unwilling to admit that she was old and didn't like others saying that she was old.

"You're looking for number 88, right? Follow this road to the fork in the road ahead, turn right out of the main gate of the community, and there's a red house diagonally opposite. That's number 88 you're looking for."

After saying that, he glanced at the group of people again, opened his umbrella again, and walked away with a swaying back.

"Damn it, no wonder I couldn't find them. Turns out their house isn't inside the complex. What kind of directions did that security guard give us? Were they trying to scam us?" Mr. Li was almost dizzy from the heat.

The directions the man pointed to were different from the directions the security guard had given. Because of the security guard's previous poor attitude, he was more inclined to believe the latter. Mainly, the latter route seemed shorter, and he was unbearably hot, so he was more willing to trust the latter.

"Dad, it's so hot." Finally out of the residential area, Li Zichen couldn't stand the heat, so Assistant Liu quickly went to the convenience store next door and bought a few bottles of ice water. Only then could they catch their breath.

"Let's go, we're almost there. I thought they could buy a villa in Xishan Linyu, but it turns out they just bought a shop. People live upstairs, and the downstairs is for shops—"

Assistant Liu glanced at Teacher Wang and said with dissatisfaction, "Your student is really dishonest, so vain at such a young age. Are the shops next to the Xishan Linyu residential area the same as the villas in the Xishan Linyu residential area?"

The group immediately began to look down on the Zhao family again, and Teacher Wang even regretted coming today, having suffered so much for no reason.

But when the group arrived at the red house, their expressions suddenly became quite interesting—[Wonderland of Finger Finger], this is a massage place!

The man gave directions to number 88. Could it be technician number 88? He must have been upset about being called an old man and was retaliating against them.

"Would you like a massage?" The greeter at the door looked bewildered. He could tell that the group had come with a purpose, but what was this about bringing a teenage boy along for a massage? He had never seen customers like this before.

Mr. Li, his face dark, immediately understood what was going on. He turned and left, and when he re-entered through the security booth, the security guard rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating. How could these people have walked for 20 minutes and returned to the starting point?

This time, Mr. Li and his group learned their lesson and resolutely followed the direction the security guard pointed, heading towards the very back of the residential area. They had bought sun umbrellas before going out, so although it was hot, they could still bear it.

Upon arriving at the villa area, Assistant Liu suddenly exclaimed, "Boss, look—"

This residential complex is actually surrounded by another smaller complex, complete with a guard post and security personnel at the entrance. These guards seem far more professional than the property management staff at the main gate. It doesn't look like they're protecting residents; it's more like they're protecting a high-ranking official.

Mr. Li's eyes narrowed, and he muttered to himself, "This is No. 88, Xishan Linyu—"

Assistant Liu took a deep breath: "I'm reminded of a previous report that a certain tycoon spent 3 million yuan to buy 6 villas in Xishan Linyu, and then surrounded them together."

Mr. Li had clearly thought of this as well, which is why he stood there silently for a long time. Finally, Teacher Wang lightly slapped herself. The Zhao family was so powerful, and she hadn't known at all. That child didn't have any of the airs of a rich kid at school; anyone who didn't know better would think he was a country bumpkin. She had misjudged him, truly misjudged him.

"Come on, let's go inside. Don't act like you've never seen anything like this before. They are indeed very wealthy. Do you think I can't afford a house like this?"

Assistant Liu knew that President Li really couldn't afford it, at least not now. Once the company fully cooperates with Junxiao Commercial Management, and once the company's annual revenue exceeds 100 billion, the boss should have the financial means to spend like that.

But you should start flattering them early: "Boss, if you're going to buy something, it will definitely be something even more luxurious than this."

Mr. Li snorted: "Having money is nothing, having resources is more important. Take Zhao Hui, for example, whom I know. Although he is only the vice president of Junxiao Commercial Management, he has the resources to make a billionaire in no time. That kind of person is really capable, and such a person is willing to be my friend."

Assistant Liu immediately replied, "That's right, this is what they call heroes recognizing heroes and appreciating each other."

Zhao Hui? The expression on Assistant Liu's face was somewhat strange as he approached the gatekeeper and introduced himself as Teacher Wang, who was there to see General Manager Zhao. It seemed that Zhao Yan's father's name was indeed Zhao Hui, but usually it was his mother, Wang Yan, who handled the matter. This morning, when he checked Zhao Yan's file, he took a closer look and remembered that his name was Zhao Hui.

The gatekeeper was notified and, upon hearing from Assistant Liu that Li Zichen's parents had come to visit, led the group into the villa.

Teacher Wang looked around and exclaimed, "Wow, this place is like a paradise!" Even high-end residential areas like Xishan Linyu, with their well-maintained greenery and waterways, are like comparing a budget hotel to a six-star hotel compared to what's inside.

Despite Mr. Li's lighthearted tone, once you're actually here, you still feel a strange pressure—the overwhelming power of their wealth.

He usually acts all arrogant, all because he's the owner of a listed company and worth over a hundred million. But once he gets here, he realizes what true wealth is; his own abilities are nowhere near his level.

The security guard led them into a villa in the corner. Mr. Li glanced at it discreetly; it was exuding an air of extravagance—truly expensive. He figured that after buying the villa, he must have spent a lot of money decorating it.

Upon entering, a servant greeted them, upon hearing that they had come to visit General Manager Zhao.

"Come with me, Mr. Zhao and the young master are in the living room."

Teacher Wang swallowed hard. Goodness, young master, from now on I'll cherish you and treat you like royalty.

Mr. Li glanced at his son, this young master, who had offended a real young master, and his palms couldn't help but sweat.

Upon entering the room, Mr. Li saw several people sitting in the living room. A maid said, "Mr. Zhao and the young master are over there. Please come in—"

Mr. Li gestured for his assistant, Liu, to carry the gifts and follow. Forcing a smile, he took a few steps forward and said loudly, "Hello, Mr. Zhao—ah—"

He had barely finished saying "Hello, Mr. Zhao" when he saw Zhao Hui's true face and immediately exclaimed in surprise. (End of Chapter)