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

The man surnamed Huang walked in with his chest puffed out and chin held high, his face radiating a triumphant air of "I've brought reinforcements, let's see how long you can be so arrogant!" He deliberately slowed his pace to let the two important figures behind him enter first, wanting to properly appreciate the panicked expression on the arrogant proprietress's face!

His defiant gaze immediately locked onto Aunt Si, who was standing near the rest area. He raised his chin even higher, a triumphant smile playing on his lips. His eyes seemed to say, "I, Hu Hansan, am back! Let's see if you'll live or die this time!"

Aunt Si crossed her arms and looked at him calmly at his smug look, her eyes filled with a hint of amusement and even a little pity.

Mr. Huang was clearly still basking in the excitement of "reinforcements arriving," completely oblivious to the strange expressions on the faces of the two "backups" behind him. As if he had found a powerful backer, he turned around confidently, pointed at Aunt Si, and spoke in a loud voice, full of accusation and smugness:
"Boss lady! Did you see that?! I've invited your big boss!" Then she abruptly turned to Uncle Zhao and Boss Shan, her face instantly switching to an expression of deep grievance and righteous indignation:

"Two leaders! It's her! It's this proprietress! Her attitude towards customers is absolutely unreasonable! This kind of merchant is a disgrace to Junxiao Shopping Mall!" He tried to portray himself as an innocent victim.

However, as soon as Uncle Zhao and President Shan entered the room, their gazes didn't linger on President Huang at all! As if drawn by a magnet, their eyes instantly focused on the stunningly beautiful figure quietly flipping through a fashion magazine next to the sofa in the lounge area—Zhang Ziqian!

Although Uncle Zhao had never met Zhang Ziqian in person, he was a man of wide experience and could tell at a glance that this girl possessed an extraordinary temperament, pure and refined, and was definitely not someone to be underestimated. Recalling the "girl Huang had approached" earlier, he immediately understood: Huang had definitely provoked this girl! He frowned slightly, his displeasure at Huang's behavior growing.

The moment Mr. Shan saw Zhang Ziqian's profile, his face turned deathly pale! A chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head! His calves began to tremble uncontrollably! He remembered!
I vaguely remember once accompanying Chairman Xu Jun, who was also the general manager of Junxiao Plaza at the time, to a meal with Xu Jia, the general manager of Yinuo Hanjiang Branch, and this person. But that time, Mr. Shan couldn't sit at the table; he was there to serve wine for Chairman Xu.

At that time, President Xu attached great importance to this Ms. Zhang. He clearly remembered that Chairman Xu respectfully addressed her as "Secretary Zhang"! Later, he learned through various channels that this "Secretary Zhang" was the closest and most trusted personal secretary to Chen Xiao, the mysterious big boss of Junxiao Group! Her position at the core of power in the Junxiao Empire was even more extraordinary than that of Chairman Xu Jun!
My God!

Mr. Shan felt his heart was about to leap out of his chest! His back was instantly soaked with cold sweat! That idiot, Mr. Huang! He actually harassed Secretary Zhang?! This wasn't just kicking a hornet's nest! This was jumping into a nuclear reactor! Didn't he know the meaning of death?

As for the proprietress, she's Mr. Zhao's fourth aunt, and also the sister-in-law of the man beside him.
When Mr. Shan looked at Mr. Huang, who was still vehemently accusing him, his eyes were no longer solemn, but filled with naked pity, as if he were looking at a dead man.

Fourth Aunt completely ignored the man surnamed Huang and greeted Uncle Zhao with a smile, "Brother, you've arrived. This is Zhang Ziqian."

Uncle Zhao was initially attracted by Zhang Ziqian's beauty, assuming she must be extraordinary. However, upon hearing that she was Chen Xiao's personal secretary, his expression instantly changed.

This little yellow thing is practically asking for trouble!
Mr. Huang, who had been overlooked by everyone, was probably confused by the overly casual title "Big Brother" and hadn't quite come to terms with it yet. Seeing his aunt so naturally addressing Mr. Zhao as "Big Brother," he found it absurd and ridiculous, thinking that his aunt was deliberately trying to curry favor.

He couldn't help but sneer, pointing at his fourth aunt and yelling at Uncle Zhao:

“Mr. Zhao! Listen to this! She actually dares to call you ‘Big Brother’? She’s not worthy of being associated with you…”

Before he could finish speaking, it was as if an invisible hand had suddenly grabbed his throat!

because--

He clearly saw that "General Manager Zhao," whom he regarded as high and mighty, not only did not reprimand his fourth aunt, but instead nodded solemnly to her and responded in an extremely natural tone, with the familiarity between family members:

"Sister-in-law—"

Then, something even more terrifying happened to Mr. Huang!

The "General Manager Zhao" immediately turned to the stunningly beautiful Miss Zhang, his face instantly plastered with an extremely polite, even respectful, smile, and he greeted her cautiously:
"Secretary Zhang, hello! I didn't expect to meet you here."

"Uncle, you can just call me Ziqian."

Mr. Huang's entire world collapsed at this moment!

His arrogant, smug smile froze instantly! His eyes widened, and his mouth opened into a huge "O" shape, as if an egg could fit inside!
Sister-in-law?!
Mr. Zhao called this damned boss's wife... "sister-in-law?"
The proprietress called Mr. Zhao "Big Brother," and Mr. Zhao called her "Sister-in-law."
My God, could she be... Zhao Hui's aunt?

Overwhelming fear instantly drained all his strength and color from his face. His face was ashen, as if coated with lime, his lips trembled, but no sound came out. His body shuddered violently, as if all the bones had been removed, his teeth chattering uncontrollably, producing a faint but clear "crackling" sound.

Uncle Zhao didn't even spare a glance for this trembling ant. He acted as if nothing had happened, or rather, the existence of the man surnamed Huang wasn't worth his time. He expressionlessly pulled out his phone, his movements calm and casual, as if he were just making a routine call.

Seeing Uncle Zhao take out his phone, Mr. Huang's heart, frozen by fear, clenched violently! An even more ominous premonition coiled around him like a cold, venomous snake!
"Hey Lao Liu"

Upon hearing the address "Uncle Zhao," the man surnamed Huang felt a chill run down his spine. "Old Liu, could it be...?"

A strange, suffocating silence instantly fell over the entire Sa Mo shop. All eyes were fixed on Uncle Zhao; you could hear a pin drop. From the telephone receiver, a middle-aged man's voice, incredibly respectful, even slightly obsequious, came through clearly:

"General Manager Zhao! Hello! Please feel free to give me any instructions!"

Uncle Zhao walked casually to the single sofa in the rest area, sat down with a relaxed posture, leaned back elegantly against the soft backrest, and even casually crossed his legs. His movements were unhurried, as if the conversation that followed was nothing more than dealing with a trivial matter.

He looked at his phone, his tone as calm as if he were asking about today's weather:

"The last time we ate together, that little Huang who followed you around carrying your bag and running errands was really helpful..."

Uncle Zhao paused deliberately, as if recalling a vague image.

"What does he do again?"

It’s over——! ! !
Mr. Huang felt a wave of dizziness wash over him! He knew Uncle Zhao was going to get him. But now, pleading was useless. He'd only wanted to show off, but he'd kicked a hornet's nest.

Using someone's older brother to threaten them, what a mess!

Uncle Zhao listened quietly, his face expressionless, his fingers tapping lightly on the sofa armrest, producing a rhythmic, almost death-calling sound.

Finally, Mr. Liu's explanation came to an end.

A very subtle, fleeting, cold smile appeared on Uncle Zhao's lips.

He spoke calmly into the microphone, in a clear, unquestionable tone that held the power to decide life and death:

"Oh, it's the seafood supplier for Lake and Sea Manor? We've changed him—"

puff-

The man surnamed Huang's legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees like a lump of mud, utterly humiliated. "Mr. Zhao, please spare my life!" he cried.

Mr. Shan watched this scene silently. He had brought it upon himself; he would not escape punishment.

If it were merely offending Vice President Zhao Hui's fourth aunt, although troublesome, there might still be some room for maneuver thanks to Chairman Liu's influence; at most, it would result in business losses and a loss of face.

But... this idiot shouldn't have, under any circumstances, actually set his sights on Secretary Zhang! To harass Chairman Chen's closest and most trusted secretary?
This is practically dancing on the King of Hell's Book of Life and Death! Like lighting a lantern in a latrine at night—it's suicide!
The reason why Uncle Zhao so decisively severed General Manager Huang's lifeline and ruthlessly ordered "replace him" was largely to show Secretary Zhang, who was standing nearby! It was to demonstrate the absolute importance and protection that the Zhao family and he himself placed on Secretary Zhang! It was to vent Secretary Zhang's anger!

Zhang Ziqian showed no sympathy for this person, nor did she ask Uncle Zhao to show any mercy.

If this middle-aged man had merely been trying to strike up a conversation, then this punishment would indeed have been too harsh. But this guy, after a minor argument with Aunt Si, actually tried to ruin her business.

Thank goodness it was Fourth Aunt; what if it had been someone else? She brought this upon herself!

Uncle Zhao waved him away as if shooing away a fly. A few minutes later, the girl the man surnamed Huang had brought came out after trying on clothes. Thinking he was going to make him bleed a lot today, he couldn't find her.
No one answered the phone, so she shoved the clothes into the sales consultant's hands, her face ashen, and left the store, cursing as she went: "You bastard, you dare to try and steal from me? You think I won't sue you for rape? I've already collected all the evidence."

Uncle Zhao exchanged a few polite words with Zhang Ziqian before leaving. Since Zhang Ziqian and he didn't have much in common, and knowing she was out shopping with a friend, Uncle Zhao and Mr. Shan couldn't possibly stay any longer without being tactless.

Xiao Li was quite satisfied with the clothes she tried on. "Ziqian, sit a little longer, I'll go pay the bill—"

But since Aunt Si rarely did Zhang Ziqian a favor, how could she let her friend pay for it? She insisted on giving the two sets of clothes to Xiao Li, leaving Xiao Li completely confused.

Although they're summer clothes, these two sets still cost several thousand yuan, and they were just given away for free? Zhang Ziqian has such a big influence!
But thinking about it, he drives a Ferrari, so what's the big deal about these few outfits?

"Thank you, thank you Auntie—" As she left Sa Mo shop, Xiao Li was still embarrassed and thanked her profusely.

The two found a window seat at an upscale restaurant on the top floor of Junxiao Plaza, ordered some light food, and planned to head to the concert venue afterward. Xiao Li, still reeling from the generous gift, couldn't help but ask again:

"Ziqian, was that auntie just now... a relative of your friend? She was so generous!" Her tone was full of admiration and confusion.

Zhang Ziqian tossed the salad with a small silver fork, and upon hearing this, she simply smiled faintly: "Alright, stop thinking about those two outfits. To her, they're nothing." Her tone was as indifferent as if she were discussing the weather.

Xiao Li put down his water glass, leaned towards Zhang Ziqian, and asked in a low voice with a strong sense of curiosity and a hint of cautious probing, "Ziqian... is your friend... particularly rich?"

Zhang Ziqian picked up a shrimp, peeled it, and nodded, "Of course—"

Xiao Li's eyes lit up instantly, as if she had discovered a new continent! She immediately transformed into a curious child, leaning closer, almost lying on the table, and whispered the ceiling number she envisioned for "the super-rich":
"Then... is there 1000 million?!" In her view, millionaires were already figures she could only look up to.

Zhang Ziqian paused slightly while peeling the shrimp, almost bursting out laughing. She suppressed her laughter, glanced at Xiao Li, a meaningful smile playing on her lips, and replied succinctly:

"have--."

She silently added in her mind: 1000 million? In Chairman Chen's eyes, that's barely a fraction of a dollar, something he wouldn't even bother calculating the decimal places. As Chen Xiao's chief secretary, she knew all too well that the boss's unit of measurement for money was only one word—"hundred million"! And often in plurals.

"My God—!" Upon receiving confirmation, Xiao Li was so excited she almost slammed her hand on the table, her voice rising an octave, drawing attention from the next table. She quickly covered her mouth, but the admiration and longing in her eyes were almost overflowing. "No wonder you can drive a Ferrari! So you know all these big bosses!" Suddenly realizing something, two blushes rose on her face, carrying a touch of girlish coquettishness and anticipation:

"Hey, Ziqian! If you know any guys who are this capable... introduce me to them, okay? It's good to keep the good stuff in the family!" After earning tens of thousands a month, her confidence was indeed much higher than before, and her expectations for a partner also rose accordingly.

Zhang Ziqian chuckled, "There really is!" She paused deliberately, whetting Xiao Li's appetite, "Handsome, dashing, incredibly wealthy... and most importantly, extremely generous to women! The kind who would give you the stars if you asked for them!"

Xiao Li's eyes instantly lit up with stars! Even his breathing became rapid! It was as if he could see the golden road to a life of luxury!
"Ah—really, do you think we're a good match?" (End of Chapter)