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

Qin Wangdong coughed twice at him, gesturing for him to take it.

Chen Xiao was both amused and exasperated; how much Uncle Qin looked down on him.

Actually, it wasn't that Qin Wangdong looked down on him. It was just that eating at this restaurant, if you ordered the main dishes, could easily cost over ten thousand yuan.

How many people as young as Chen Xiao could spend tens of thousands of yuan on a single meal without feeling bad?

Qin Wangdong gave it to him secretly, clearly to save face for him without making him "bleed heavily".

Before today, Chen Xiao had no impression of Qin Wangdong at all. Even when his mother told him that he had a good relationship with his father and that Qin Wangdong almost became his godfather, he felt nothing.

I went for a walk with him in the afternoon, and he seemed like an old child who liked to show off and brag.

But now, I've discovered that this old man has a kind heart; no wonder he was able to raise such a beautiful daughter as Qin Yun.

He patted Qin Wangdong's hand as he took the money, "Uncle Qin, no need, I have money—"

Chen Xiao suddenly spoke up, and everyone immediately looked over. Qin Wangdong, not wanting to give her anything more, retorted irritably, "You're rich? How rich can you be? You think you're richer than this old man? Besides, you young people have so many expenses; you don't know how to save money where you can—"

Qin Yun had no idea what was going on; her father's words always made her so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into the ground.
Knock knock knock—

There was a knock on the door of the private room, and then a man in a suit who looked like a leader entered:

"Excuse me, which one of you is General Manager Zhang?"

It was obvious they were looking for Zhang Ziqian. Zhang Ziqian turned around and said, "I am—"

"Ah, Mr. Zhang, hello everyone—" He was the restaurant manager. He had just heard from the higher-ups that Mr. Zhang was a very influential figure, and that he should be treated with the utmost respect, even more so than his own parents.

Upon entering, I discovered that the influential figure, President Zhang, was sitting near the door. Who were those people in the main seats?

"I'm the manager of this store. You can call me Xiao Wu. I'm here to see if you have any instructions."

Qin Wangdong looked at the restaurant manager in astonishment. Why was the leader of such a big restaurant so timid and subservient?
Zhang Ziqian said calmly, "It's alright, you go about your business, don't worry about us. Oh, bring the drinks over."

The manager was sweating profusely: "Mr. Zhang, the store only has 30-year-old Moutai left, is that alright?"

Their store used to have 50-year-old Moutai that Mr. Zhao Hui had stored there, but unfortunately he used it all up when he entertained guests last time. Now, their best product is 30-year-old Moutai. But that's a far cry from the 50-year-old.

Zhang Ziqian nodded and said, "This one will do." She didn't even need to ask the Chen family.

Although Chen Xiao is now the boss of Junxiao Group, Chen Tao and his wife, as well as Chen Xiao and Zhao Xiangjun, are actually very down-to-earth.

The best thing in the store is 30-year-old Moutai. They wouldn't go and make things difficult for them, would they? The Chen family isn't some kind of criminal gang.

After the manager left, Qin Wangdong was dumbfounded. 30-year-old Moutai? Drinking such expensive wine? Does this mean Chen Xiao will have to spend money again today?

"Ugh—the drinks at this restaurant are really expensive. If I'd known Qin Yun had just arrived, I would have had you bring a case from home."

After saying that, he turned to Chen Tao, who had ordered the food, and said, "I'm really benefiting from my daughter now. She's got some connections now. She got me a few cases of 30-year-old Moutai a while ago. Old Chen, I'll bring you a case in the next couple of days."

Qin Yun exclaimed, then looked at Chen Xiao, "Dad, can you please stop talking?"

Those two cases of wine were originally intended for her to move from the Junxiao Charity Foundation upstairs to the company for entertaining guests. She took them back for her father, but he ended up bringing them to the Chen family to show off.

If Qin Yun remembered correctly, Chen Xiao said that his family basically drinks 50-year-old Moutai.

Qin Wangdong glared at him: "What's going on? I gave your Uncle Chen a case of wine, and you have a problem with that? Xiaoyun, it's not that Dad's criticizing you, you used to be very generous, what's wrong with you today?"

What's going on? I can't afford to lose face like that. They already said he's the boss of Junxiao Group, why are you selectively skeptical?

Chen Xiao was starting to like Qin Wangdong, thinking he was just a bit of a goofball. Turning to him, she said, "Uncle Qin, you gave my dad a case of wine, so we'll give you a few cases too. You two can make friends over drinks, haha—"

Qin Wangdong chuckled: "Sure, sure. Making friends over drinks is a true sign of heroism."

He felt that if he exchanged 30 years' worth of Moutai for a few cases of liquor from Chen Tao, Chen Tao would be getting a good deal. However, this way, they could reciprocate each other's generosity, and Chen Tao wouldn't feel embarrassed.

Teacher Li and Shen Yun came in from outside. Upon hearing Qin Wangdong's words, Teacher Li immediately sneered, "I know your true colors, but when have you ever been a hero?"

Cough cough--

Qin Wangdong coughed twice and gave Teacher Li a wink, clearly asking her to save face for him in front of the younger generation.

The waiter came over to pour the drinks, and Qin Wangdong asked Zhao Xiangjun and the others, "Would you like some baijiu (Chinese liquor)?"

Before they could even speak, Shen Yun interjected, "Why would girls drink alcohol? They drink soft drinks."

One sentence silenced Xu Jia, who almost blurted out "okay," and she didn't dare say she wanted to drink anymore.

Zhao Xiangjun found it amusing. "Mom, you're too controlling. If I don't want to drink, you should at least ask other people's opinions."

Goodness, this daughter-in-law is a bit arrogant!

Qin Wangdong and Teacher Li exchanged a glance, and then Shen Yun said, "Oh, right, right. In our family, we're democratic first, then centralized. Jiajia, Ziqian, and Xiaoyun, you can drink if you want."

As long as Zhao Xiangjun doesn't drink, she doesn't care about anyone else.

Neither Zhang Ziqian nor Qin Yun liked alcohol, and they both shook their heads. Zhao Xiangjun said, "Pour Jiajia a glass—"

Xu Jia is from the North and has been drinking since childhood. Back in school, she was the type who, when thirsty in the dorm, wouldn't drink water but would directly sip some alcohol to moisten her throat. A small incident immediately made everyone understand the Chen family's status:

Zhao Xiangjun > Shen Yun > others.

During the meal, Chen Tao and Qin Wangdong mainly reminisced about the past. They hadn't seen each other for 20 years, and the two seemed to have endless things to talk about. The meal lasted for nearly two hours.

We ordered a table full of dishes, but barely touched half of them.

"Old Chen, do you want to pack these dishes to go?"

Chen Tao had also asked for more, and waved his hand vigorously: "I...I won't take it all home. We always eat fresh vegetables at home."

Qin Wangdong stood up: "Don't be shy about such good food."

Zhang Ziqian got up to pay the bill.
Qin Wangdong was taken aback again, turning to look at Chen Xiao, thinking to himself, "This kid's something else, bringing his wife along. His powerful girlfriend is sitting in the dining area, and he's still paying the bill? No wonder he doesn't want my money, but isn't my money better than being a kept man?"

A group of people walked out of the restaurant. "Old Chen, it's getting late, let's all head home. See you at the concert tomorrow!"

Speaking of Lee Ji-eun's concert tomorrow, Qin Wangdong praised her again: "You guys are really capable, managing to buy so many concert tickets. Online tickets are selling out in seconds now, you can only buy them from scalpers."

Shen Yun smiled and said, "I gave the tickets to Xiaoyun at noon. See you there tomorrow."

Qin Wangdong nodded, then said to Qin Yun, "Girl, you need to buy a car soon. If you have a car, you can pick up your Uncle Chen and Aunt Shen tomorrow, right?"

Qin Yun's Feiyun Technology business has only taken off in the last month, and she's been so busy every day that she hasn't had time to look at cars. But Qin Wangdong's words reminded her that she really should buy a car.

At home, Qin Wangdong has an old Audi A6 that's over ten years old, and it's so badly burned by oil that it's practically unusable.

Upon hearing this, Chen Tao suggested, "How about we pick you up tomorrow?"

Qin Wangdong sighed and said, "I asked Xiaoyun to buy a car, so we'll have two cars to fit us all. If you come to pick us up, one car still won't be enough, and I'll still have to drive another car. So what's the difference between picking us up or not?"

Chen Tao paused for a moment, seemingly having not considered this question at all. "We have plenty of cars; there's enough room."

They headed out of the mall mainly because the large convoy of cars would make it inconvenient to go down to the underground parking lot, as it could easily cause congestion. However, Qin Wangdong and his group would probably park their cars underground eventually.

Chen Tao then asked them, "Our car is outside. Are you going to the underground parking lot?"

Qin Wangdong waved his hand, "I didn't drive today. It was burning a bit of oil, so I took it to the repair shop. I'll see you to your car, and then the rest of us will take a taxi home."

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiao, who was following behind, naturally replied, "Uncle Qin, there's no need to take a taxi. We'll arrange a car to take you."

"Arrange a car?" Qin Wangdong stopped and turned back to look at Chen Xiao, his mind a little sluggish from the alcohol. Arrange a car? Does that mean call a ride-hailing service?

He waved his hand dismissively and loudly refused, "Oh, don't worry about us! We can handle it ourselves! Getting a taxi is a piece of cake, you don't need to bother arranging it!" His tone was full of generosity, as if to say, "Don't be shy about this little thing."

Shen Jun laughed and said, "Don't be so polite with us, it's no trouble at all to see you off."

Qin Wangdong didn't say anything more after hearing Shen Yun say the same thing, and the group walked out of the mall.

"Holy crap—"

Qin Wangdong's startled cry drew everyone's attention, and they all looked at him.

His eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth gaped open wide enough to fit an egg, and one finger trembled slightly with extreme shock as it pointed directly at the roadside—

There, a convoy of Rolls-Royce Phantoms, resembling black steel behemoths, stood quietly parked by the roadside! The iconic Spirit of Ecstasy on the hood gleamed with a cold and noble silver light under the streetlights.

The car's lines are smooth and powerful, and its deep black paint reflects the city's neon lights, exuding a silent yet incredibly heavy and suffocating sense of oppression from wealth and power.

"Look, everyone!" Qin Wangdong's voice trembled with excitement and alcohol. "Whose tycoon's convoy is this?"

He was completely absorbed in criticizing this "top tycoon" and did not notice at all that Chen Tao and Shen Yun, who were standing next to him, had their expressions become somewhat subtle. Chen Tao, in particular, even had his lips twitch almost imperceptibly, and half of his face turned "black".

Qin Yun blushed with anxiety and quickly tugged at her father's arm, scolding him in a low voice, "Dad! What nonsense are you talking about?" Her voice was full of embarrassment and helplessness.

Pulled by his daughter, Qin Wangdong, already intoxicated, reacted even slower. He turned his head blankly, completely ignoring Qin Yun's reminder, and instead continued the previous topic to Chen Tao: "Old Chen, where's your car? Where did you park it? You can't park on the side of the road here, right? Hurry up and drive over, or you'll get a ticket!"

They continued talking without stopping.
As they approached, the Rolls-Royce Phantom convoy, as silent as a sculpture, slowly and quietly opened its iconic coach doors to the sides, like the elegant outstretched wings of a giant bird!
Several well-dressed, smartly dressed young women stood guard by the car door. Their posture was upright, their expressions respectful and professional, their gazes fixed intently on Chen Tao and his group as they approached, as if silently announcing: their masters have arrived.

Chen Tao stopped and smiled helplessly at Qin Wangdong, who was still looking around for his "old clunker." He pointed directly to the row of impressive Rolls-Royce Phantoms: "Old Qin, stop looking. Get in! Your family can fit in one car."

"Get in?" Qin Wangdong followed Chen Tao's finger, his gaze falling on the open back door of the Rolls-Royce, which looked like an invitation. His mind completely went blank. "Get...get in which car? Old Chen, are you out of your mind? This...this is someone else's car..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Tao and Shen Yun stopped explaining and headed straight for the convoy. Shen Yun even pointed to one of the cars: "Old Qin, Teacher Li, Xiao Yun, you guys sit in this one—" As she spoke, she and Chen Tao, guided by a female assistant, got into the car in front.

I'm sitting here? Are you kidding me?

Chen Xiao stepped out from behind him and said, "Uncle Qin, get in the car. I'm the 'big shot' you just mentioned."

Qin Wangdong and Teacher Li felt as if a roaring engine had been shoved into their heads! All the alcohol, all the doubts, and all the shock mixed together into a strong sense of dizziness!
The big dog...it's him? Chen Xiao?

As if sleepwalking, the two, supported by Qin Yun, stumbled unsteadily towards the Rolls-Royce Phantom whose door was open for them. The female assistant beside the door skillfully reached out to protect the roof and respectfully "invited" them inside.

Inside the car, the fragrance of top-quality leather, the delicate feel of hand-stitched seams, and the reassuring tranquility could not dispel the turmoil in Qin Wangdong and Teacher Li's minds. Like curious children, they carefully touched the seats, admiring the exquisitely luxurious details inside the car, barely daring to breathe.

The car drove smoothly home, the dazzling lights outside the window flashing by. As they neared home, Qin Wangdong seemed to awaken from a bizarre dream, abruptly grabbing the back of Qin Yun's seat in the front passenger seat, his voice trembling with lingering shock:
"Xiao...Xiao Yun...what...what exactly is going on?" (End of Chapter)