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

Zhang Ziqian raised an eyebrow: "You should talk to him about this. Why did you come to me?"

The woman stared intently at Zhang Ziqian's excessively beautiful face, which now wore an innocent and confused expression. A surge of suppressed jealousy welled up within her! This face… why is it so beautiful? It's practically a natural femme fatale! She forcefully suppressed her turbulent emotions, her voice tinged with a hint of gritted teeth:

"As far as I know, he volunteered to be transferred from headquarters to this 'small place' of Jiangzhou for your sake!" She emphasized the words "small place" as if she were belittling Jiangzhou and Zhang Ziqian's value at the same time.

"Moreover," the woman emphasized, staring intently into Zhang Ziqian's eyes, trying to find a trace of guilt, "I saw it up there just now... how relentlessly he pursued you!"

"You saw it?" Zhang Ziqian was genuinely surprised this time. She sat up slightly, an expression of disbelief on her face. "Then why did you come to me? Didn't I make myself perfectly clear?"

The woman nodded: "Very clear—"

“Very clear—” The woman nodded, and just when Zhang Ziqian thought she finally understood, the woman abruptly changed the subject, revealing a smug smile on her face as if she knew everything and had seen through Zhang Ziqian’s little tricks. She parted her red lips slightly and uttered her “divine conclusion” word by word:
"You're playing hard to get, aren't you?"

Playing hard to get?

To Gao Yuan?!

A strong, indescribable feeling of nausea and absurdity swept over Zhang Ziqian like a tsunami! She felt her stomach churning, and it felt like a fly had been stuffed into her throat!
She looked at the self-righteous woman in front of her, lost in her own fantasies, and her gaze instantly shifted from surprise and impatience to a pure, cold pity, as if she were looking at something indescribable.

"Alright, tell me, how much money do you want? And how about getting away from Boss Gao?"

Zhang Ziqian took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the urge to vomit.

"I'll say it again, I don't want to see him at all, OK?"

The woman seemed not to hear her. "Hehe—are you afraid I won't give you enough? Getting involved with President Gao is like having one foot in the door of a wealthy family."
Let me tell you, marrying into a wealthy family isn't so easy! Do you even know what 'marrying someone of equal social standing' means?

She deliberately emphasized those four words, as if reciting a golden rule: "A family like the Gao family has deep roots and a solid foundation! You can't just squeeze in with a pretty face! Stop dreaming of being Cinderella!"

Zhang Ziqian was speechless. Did this woman not understand human language or something? She had explained herself so clearly, but how come the woman interpreted it as her wanting to marry into a wealthy family?

A wealthy family? He's already stepped into the Chen family's gates, why would he still be interested in the bullshit Gao family? Besides, Gao Yuan is so sleazy, he's tens of thousands of times worse than Chen Xiao.

"So, don't overthink it. Why not take a large sum of money and live a good life of your own?"

"You don't need the huge sum of money, just keep an eye on Gao Yuan yourself," Zhang Ziqian said, too lazy to argue with her. She felt like a scholar encountering a soldier—unable to reason with him. Xiao Li was still waiting for her upstairs, and she wasn't going to waste any more time with this woman. She put her hand on the doorknob, ready to push the door open and get out of the car.

At this moment, the woman suddenly raised her voice: "Don't be so stubborn! Do you think I can't do anything about it just because you disagree? Do you think this is a peaceful and prosperous era where everyone is truly equal? ​​Believe it or not, some people can make you disappear with just a flick of their finger."

“I really don’t believe it,” Zhang Ziqian laughed.

This woman has no idea who she's threatening. Even Hassan, who commands hundreds of thousands of elite troops, treats Zhang Ziqian with utmost respect. If she knew this woman was threatening Zhang Ziqian, she would be physically annihilated.

Just as the woman's expression turned cold, Zhang Ziqian added, "Alright, I really didn't want you to misunderstand. Right, now that I've taken your money, you're relieved?"

"You're smart to know what's good for you," she thought, feeling that her threat had worked and Zhang Ziqian had finally been intimidated and given in.

Then, in a sinister tone, she added, trying to exert a final deterrent: "However, if you take this huge sum of money from me and then secretly continue to entangle yourself with Gao Yuan... Hmph, the consequences will be that you will disappear even more completely..." She thought her words were sinister and terrifying enough to make people tremble with fear.

However, to Zhang Ziqian, this sounded utterly childish and laughable. An old saying popped into her head at an inopportune moment: "A barking dog doesn't bite." A real threat is never something to be bluffed into words like this.

"Speak," Lin Wei said more relaxedly, with an arrogant air of control, "How much do you want? 10?"

She quoted a number that, in her opinion, would be enough to make any ordinary girl's heart flutter.

Zhang Ziqian chuckled: "This is the huge sum of money you were talking about, a fortune?" It couldn't even buy one of the dishes for her lunch today.

The woman was taken aback, then said, "You have quite the appetite. 20? That's a lot; you could buy an entry-level luxury car."

Zhang Ziqian shook her head: "Forget it, I thought wealthy and powerful families would spend at least tens of millions or even hundreds of millions. Your 10 or 20 seems like a waste of my time."

puff--

"Look at you! It's true what they say about you being unsophisticated!" She pointed at Zhang Ziqian, her face practically overflowing with contempt. "Have you been watching too many feel-good dramas and lost your mind? In reality, which tycoon would casually throw away millions or tens of millions for something like this? Do you think money falls from the sky? Have you ever seen anything like it?"

Zhang Ziqian watched her silently, her gaze like that of someone looking at a frog croaking at the bottom of a well. She couldn't be bothered to argue—which of the wealthy people she'd met didn't casually hold millions or tens of millions? Any woman around Chen Xiao could easily manage that amount of money. Even Wang Ping collected tens of millions in rent every year… This amount of money was nothing in Zhang Ziqian's world.

However, she was too lazy to waste words with this woman. "Fine, since you insist on giving me a price, just give me this amount—"

The woman chuckled coldly: "Not pretending anymore? Fine, name your price. As long as it's not too outrageous, I'll agree to anything. After all, high prices are priceless. As long as you keep your word, never see Gao Yuan again."

I can't listen to this anymore; if it continues, I'll really throw up.

"Then give me 100 yuan," Zhang Ziqian even had a plan for where to spend the 100 yuan. If she saw a donation box while shopping with Xiao Li, she would donate it directly.

"One million?" The woman thought she had misheard and asked again. "No..." Zhang Ziqian looked at her bewildered expression, a faint, almost pitying smile playing on her lips, and clearly repeated, "It's 'one, one hundred, yuan.' One hundred yuan exactly."

Confirming she hadn't misheard, her eyes widened and her mouth gaped open, as if she had heard the most unbelievable thing in the world. A powerful, utterly humiliating feeling surged through her body like an electric current!

She pointed at Zhang Ziqian, her fingers trembling slightly with extreme shock and humiliation, her voice so sharp it almost cracked:

"One...one hundred yuan?! Mr. Gao...in your eyes...is he only worth one hundred yuan?"

Zhang Ziqian smiled and said, "Then don't misunderstand."

She paused, her tone light and cheerful, as if she were discussing the weather:
"Actually, if you can guarantee that 'General Manager Gao' will disappear from my sight forever and completely..." Her smile grew brighter, with a kind of innocent cruelty, "I can even—give you—a hundred yuan."

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Ziqian didn't even glance at the complexion that had instantly become a kaleidoscope of emotions. Without hesitation, she pushed open the car door and got out of the car with practiced ease.

The shoes made a crisp, resolute sound as they stepped on the cold cement floor.

She sat frozen in the driver's seat of the Porsche like a petrified statue, the words of ultimate humiliation, like a curse, echoing repeatedly in her ears:
"I'll give you back a hundred dollars..."

Just as Zhang Ziqian's figure was about to disappear behind the pillar in the parking lot, the woman in sunglasses, unwilling to give up, suddenly leaned out of Pamei's car window and shouted loudly at the elegant figure:
"Hey! Zhang Ziqian!"

The sound echoed in the empty garage, carrying a strange sense of excitement.

"You have a lot of personality! I like it!"

Zhang Ziqian didn't pause in her steps, nor did she even bother to turn her head. She felt like she had been cursed today, inexplicably bothered by a delusional person for half a day.

Seeing that Zhang Ziqian completely ignored her, she wasn't annoyed at all; instead, it seemed to have aroused an even greater "desire to conquer" or "desire to bestow favors." She started her car, and the Porsche Panamera roared low as it nimbly followed, its windows still open, its sound chasing Zhang Ziqian even more clearly:
"Hey! Zhang Ziqian! Don't be in such a hurry to leave! Why don't you come work for me?" She extended an olive branch, her tone brimming with superiority. "Be my assistant! How about it?"

Be her assistant? Zhang Ziqian was annoyed. Was she born with the qualities of an assistant? Even a stranger could tell that she was suitable to be an assistant.

She didn't bother to reply and walked straight to where she had parked—a Ferrari Purosangue with sleek lines, exuding power and elegance. Its ruby ​​red paint, under the dim garage lights, resembled solidified lava, radiating an understated yet undeniable air of luxury.

"Hey—, don't go! Be my assistant, and I'll provide you with a private car, a BMW, a BMW 3 Series, how about it?" The woman drove up after us.

Zhang Ziqian, quite impatient with this persistent woman, said, "A BMW 3 Series? You can keep it for yourself—"

Pamei quickly pulled over to the side and stopped, the window level. She watched as Zhang Ziqian stood beside her Ferrari, a car that resembled a work of art, and raised her voice again, with a teasing tone that said, "Stop pretending."

"Not satisfied with the BMW 3 Series? You've got high standards!" She deliberately used an exaggerated tone, her gaze sweeping over the Panamera, which instantly paled in comparison to the Ferrari, before settling back on the Ferrari, and she said mockingly:

"Oh? Standing next to this big guy and refusing to leave? You're not trying to tell me that this is the car you've been dreaming of, are you?" Her words were almost dripping with sarcasm, as if she were mocking Zhang Ziqian's overestimation of her abilities.

She glanced back casually at her beloved car—its streamlined body, futuristic suicide doors, and every detail showcasing unparalleled craftsmanship and exhilarating performance. It was a gift from Chen Xiao, and the initial excitement and affection she felt upon first seeing it remained vivid in her memory.

“Indeed, this is my favorite car,” she was simply stating a fact.

"Huh?! Hahaha—!!!!"

As if she'd heard the funniest joke of the century, she erupted in a near-manic, unrestrained laugh from the driver's seat of Pamei! She laughed so hard she was doubled over, tears streaming down her face, her finger trembling as she pointed at Zhang Ziqian and the Ferrari:
"Haha... Oh my... I can't take it anymore... I'm dying of laughter..." she said between bursts of laughter, "Stop... stop joking, okay? Do you know... do you know what kind of car this is?!"

She managed to stop laughing a little, but the muscles in her face were still twitching violently as she stared at Zhang Ziqian with the look one would give an ignorant village woman:
“Let me tell you! This is Ferrari’s latest FUV! Purosangue! Do you know how much it costs?” She held up two fingers, then, realizing that wasn’t enough, suddenly opened her palm. “Over eight million! The final price after taxes and fees exceeds eight million!!!”

She continued her explanation: "You're telling me this is your dream car? Little girl, what are you dreaming about in broad daylight?! Let me tell you, forget about owning it, even touching it..." She pointed to the smooth, mirror-like body, "that would be a desecration of this top-tier work of art! Understand?! Desecration!"

Zhang Ziqian looked at her with amusement, wondering what she was laughing about. She looked so stupid. Didn't she ever look in the mirror?

Hey--

Zhang Ziqian let out a long sigh. She stopped looking at the woman who was still mocking her, and gracefully turned away, ready to end this farce. Her slender fingers reached into her handbag, preparing to take out her car keys.

"Hey! What are you doing? You actually want to touch this car?!"

Without pausing for a moment, Zhang Ziqian calmly took out the uniquely shaped Ferrari car key, which looked like a work of art, from her handbag.

He turned his head slightly and said indifferently, "I'm going to properly desecrate this car."

The words had barely left his mouth—

"Tick."

A crisp and pleasant unlocking notification sound rang out!
Almost simultaneously, the Ferrari FUV's long, sharp matrix LED headlights suddenly lit up!
Two tangible, cold, and powerful white beams of light pierced the dimness of the garage, projecting precisely onto the deep blue body of the Panamera car and illuminating the face in the driver's seat that froze instantly!

Without the slightest hesitation, the moment the lights came on, Zhang Ziqian extended her fair hand and gently placed it on the Ferrari's door, a work of art with its suicide doors. (End of Chapter)