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

She deliberately sighed, putting on a "somewhat troubled" expression, and then slowly began to count on her slender fingers:

"He... he is good..."

She began to count with great seriousness:

"But... he already has... the first... the second... the third... the fourth... the fifth... wait? Who was the sixth one again? Oh right... the seventh... the eighth... oh dear, this is all messed up..."

She frowned, fidgeting with her fingers several times, looking somewhat troubled.
"Tsk... There must be more than a dozen. I can't even count them on my fingers. I always forget one or two."

"More than a dozen?!"

The blush on Xiao Li's face vanished instantly, as if she had been doused with a bucket of ice water! Her starry eyes widened in disbelief, filled with incomprehensible shock and utter disgust!
She seemed to have heard something extremely filthy; she sat bolt upright, shaking her head violently, her voice filled with contempt and determination:

"My God! A dozen women?! This man is such a scumbag! He's a complete polluter of human morality! No, no! Ziqian, stop right now! Don't introduce him to me!" She was indignant, as if introducing such a person would tarnish her pure view of love. "I, Xiao Li, would never look at this king of scumbags! I wouldn't even want him if he were given to me for free!"

Zhang Ziqian couldn't help but giggle.
If the boss knew that he had become known as "the source of pollution of human morality" and "the king of scumbags" in other people's eyes, and was even rejected for being "gone for free"... what expression would his usually calm and collected face show? Shock? Astonishment?
As night fell and the city lights came on, the area within several kilometers of Jiangzhou Stadium was plunged into an unprecedented traffic paralysis.

The colossal structure, capable of holding 50,000 people, was now like a giant magnet, attracting countless fans from all directions. Strict traffic control had already been implemented on several main roads, with police cars flashing red and blue lights blocking the entrances, and traffic police on high alert.

Further away, the traffic flowed like a frozen river of steel, stretching as far as the eye could see. The sounds of horns, engines, and excited shouts from fans mingled together, weaving a frenzied prelude to the song of top superstar Lee Ji-eun.

Right at the heart of this turbulent vortex, two special "channels" were quietly opened.

A convoy of cars, centered around two top-of-the-line black Rolls-Royce Phantoms, resembled an elegant giant ship cleaving through turbulent waves. Guided by traffic police and under their watchful gaze, it smoothly passed the cordon, ignoring the surrounding traffic jams, and drove straight to the VIP entrance in the core area of ​​the stadium.

In the back seat of the first Phantom, Shen Jun sat gracefully in the top-grade calfskin seats. The interior was as quiet as another world; the powerful sound insulation system almost completely shut out the outside noise, with only the air conditioning system sending out a constant, fragrant breeze.

She held a phone in her hand, and the screen displayed the official promotional poster for tonight's star attraction—Lee Ji-eun's global tour concert in Gangju.

In the poster, Lee Ji-eun is dressed in a glamorous stage outfit, her eyes alluring and confident, her superstar aura radiating even through the screen. Shen Jun's gaze lingers on the poster, filled with curiosity and a subtle, almost imperceptible scrutiny towards this international superstar who is about to officially become his daughter-in-law.

Sitting in the passenger seat, He Qing turned slightly to the side. She and Lee Ji-eun had become quite familiar with each other back in Seoul. Seeing Shen Jun's focused expression, she understood, and with a polite smile, her soft voice broke the silence in the car:
"Mom, Ji-eun will definitely be amazing tonight. I went to her concert in Seoul last time, and it was absolutely electrifying. Her singing and stage presence are simply impeccable."

"Oh?" Shen Jun looked up from the poster at He Qing, her interest evident. "I heard she has a huge influence in Asia?"

"It's not just Asia, Ji-eun is now an absolute global superstar!" He Qing's tone was full of sincere admiration. "In South Korea, she's a national icon. Southeast Asia, Japan, Europe and America... her fans are all over the world. The key is that she's not just an idol singer; her songwriting ability and stage presence are top-notch. She's the kind of person who combines talent and idol status."

Shen Yun nodded slightly, a hint of appreciation flashing in her eyes. She put down her phone, picked up the warm, premium black tea from the small table in the car, and took a small sip. He Qing's introduction had changed her impression of her daughter-in-law from a simple "celebrity" to a more comprehensive "artist."

Seeing that Shen Yun was interested, He Qing followed up on the topic and steered the conversation towards a deeper level that was more relevant to Shen Yun's interests:
"Actually, Ji-eun's current status and freedom are not only due to her own talent and hard work, but also to Chen Xiao's crucial support behind the scenes." Her voice lowered slightly, carrying a sense of sharing information from the inner circle.

South Korean conglomerates are arrogant and exploit their artists severely. But Lee Ji-eun has Chen Xiao as her backer, so none of those conglomerates dare to touch her.

After all, they all had their own channels to learn about the attack on Lee Ji-eun in Cape Town, and how the powerful local CEO, Mr. Joe, was wiped out.

Chen Xiao has now directly helped her acquire South Korea's most famous television station, making Lee Ji-eun a queen-like figure in the entertainment industry.
Compared to other artists, this is already many levels higher.

Behind them was a Rolls-Royce Phantom, in which Qin Wangdong and his family were seated.

Outside the car window, the stadium's massive outline became increasingly clear, adorned with countless lights like stars. Lee Ji-eun's image scrolled across the huge LED screen, eliciting thunderous screams from the surrounding fans.

In the second Phantom following closely behind, Qin Wangdong and his wife looked at the imposing car ahead, then glanced through the window at the frenzied crowd outside, exchanging a look. Their eyes held both admiration for the Chen family's power and a complex, indescribable emotion—their daughter, Qin Yun, had almost been betrothed to Chen Xiao as children.

It was just a tiny bit short, and then it got snatched away. Sigh—

The convoy, like two silent black stars, glided into the most secluded VIP passage backstage at the stadium, completely isolating the hustle and bustle of the outside world behind the thick curtain wall.

Zhang Ziqian's Ferrari FUV was like a gem-like insect trapped in amber, stuck in the almost paralyzed traffic jam leading to the Jiangzhou Stadium. Time ticked by, and the start of the concert drew ever closer.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Xiao Li anxiously gazed out the window at the almost stagnant torrent of steel and the densely packed crowds, and couldn't help but speak:
"Ziqian, this...this is completely immovable! I think there's hardly any space to move it, let alone parking spaces, within several kilometers of the stadium!" Her voice was filled with obvious frustration and worry.

Zhang Ziqian's expression remained unusually calm. Her slender fingers rested lightly on the steering wheel, showing no impatience. Her deep gaze peered through the windshield, calmly observing the chaotic scene around her.

She hadn't originally planned to attend this concert; she decided to come with Xiao Li at the last minute. Naturally, there were no prior arrangements, and she didn't join Aunt Shen Yun's convoy, which was cleared by Uncle Hat and enjoyed a privileged passage directly to the VIP entrance.

To make things easier for herself, she had to use her connections to request special guidance, essentially creating a passage through the congested blood vessels.

Zhang Ziqian shook her head slightly.

That's too disruptive to the residents.

This is even more inconsistent with Chen Xiao's consistent principles and values. He has always believed that with great power comes great responsibility, and privileges should be used where they are truly needed, not for personal convenience. "Hmm, judging from this situation, there really is no parking around the stadium." Zhang Ziqian's voice remained calm and composed, as if stating a fact unrelated to herself.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Li became even more anxious: "Ah?! What should we do then? We can't just leave the car in the middle of the road, can we?" She had already begun to imagine the tragic scenes of not being able to find a parking space, being late and missing the start of the event, or even having the car towed away.

"Don't worry." Zhang Ziqian's lips curled into a reassuring smile as she glanced through the rearview mirror at the Mercedes-Benz GLS closely following behind her car.

That was the vehicle of her security team, always on standby and ready to go – an invisible force that Chen Xiao had configured to ensure the safety of key personnel.

“Parking is not a problem.” Zhang Ziqian looked away, her tone as relaxed as if she were discussing where to have dinner. “If we get closer and really can’t move, we’ll get out of the car and walk over.”

"As for the car... someone will naturally come and drive it away."

Xiao Li was stunned, his mouth slightly agape, and it took him a long time to process the meaning of this information. Zhang Ziqian came to a concert and even hired someone to watch her car?
This is too exaggerated.
As Zhang Ziqian had predicted, the car couldn't move any further than 300 meters from the stadium.

Zhang Ziqian told Xiao Li to get out of the car and walk over.

"Is it really going to be left here?" This is an 800 million yuan car! Xiao Li was extremely worried.

“It’s okay, she’ll drive,” Zhang Ziqian said, pointing to the back.

Looking over, Xiao Li saw a short-haired, energetic and capable young woman get out of the Mercedes-Benz GLS behind him.

Zhang Ziqian tossed the keys to the short-haired pretty girl: "Yingying, you've worked hard—"

Seeing Yingying get into Zhang Ziqian's Ferrari FUV, Xiao Li realized that Zhang Ziqian knew the person in the car behind. She was quite worried: "It's such an expensive car, what if she damages it? Whose responsibility will it be?"

Zhang Ziqian was amused; she had truly never thought about such a question before.
But this isn't Xiao Li's fault. For ordinary families, let alone a Ferrari, even a car worth 20 yuan would be a source of worry if lent to someone else.

"Let's go, it's okay. Let's go in."

"Want tickets? Ladies, would you like some? We have both inner field and grandstand tickets—"

The concert is about to start, and if you can't sell your tickets now, they'll be stuck with you. So, as the concert approaches, scalpers will lower the prices a bit, so they won't be as expensive as before.

However, it's rare for scalpers to have unsold tickets for Lee Ji-eun's concerts. The reason some fans still have a few tickets is because they're still negotiating with her, hoping to wait a little longer and perhaps get them for a few thousand dollars cheaper.

The plaza at the stadium entrance was now a sea of ​​people in a frenzy! Tens of thousands of fans, like a pilgrimage to the temple, packed every inch of space.

The sound waves assaulted the eardrums like a physical force, with cheers, screams, supportive slogans, vendors hawking their wares... all sorts of sounds mixed together to create a deafening background noise, and even cell phone signals were completely blocked by this dense wall of people.

"Zhang Ziqian, Xiao Li—" A penetrating female voice, like an arrow piercing through a giant wave, tore a hole in the noise and entered the ears of the two.

The two turned their heads and saw that it was Wang Ying.
Xiao Li subconsciously glanced around and, sure enough, spotted Gao Yuan.

Gao Yuan had mixed feelings. Seeing Zhang Ziqian driving a Ferrari FUV in the Junxiao Lakeside CBD center today had a great impact on him.

He simply couldn't believe that Zhang Ziqian could earn enough for a Ferrari single-handedly in less than a year! It was beyond his comprehension. The only reasonable explanation, like a venomous snake, coiled around his mind—

She must have hooked up with a richer man!
That dazzling red Ferrari must have been an expensive gift from that man, a testament to his affection for her!
Who is that man?

That Ferrari must have been a gift from some man!
Who is that man? Is he even more outstanding than me? I am the heir to the Gao Group Hotel! If Zhang Ziqian were to follow me, she would have one foot in the door of a wealthy family and would enjoy endless riches and glory! How could she be so foolish?
He was feeling down when Wang Ying and the others happened to be settling into their new company. Knowing that Lee Ji-eun's Universal Music Concert was being held in Jiangzhou that night, they decided to go to the concert together.

Zhang Ziqian was very impatient; the place was so crowded that it was difficult to leave.
Wang Ying squeezed through the crowd and asked, "Ziqian, Xiao Li, the ticket prices are ridiculously high tonight! These scalpers are utterly heartless!"

Her voice still rose high amidst the noise, "Lee Ji-eun's team actually sets pretty reasonable prices; the original price for the VIP area inside is only a few thousand yuan!"

She took a breath, her face showing deep disgust for the scalpers:

"But these damned ticket scalpers! They're utterly heartless! They've snatched up all the good tickets! Do you know how much the best seats in the VIP section are selling for now?"

Wang Ying held up two fingers, then, feeling it wasn't enough, made a "ten" sign, her voice filled with exaggerated anger and helplessness:

"Almost 100,000! 100,000 yuan!!! Who can afford that?! No matter how much her fans love her, their wallets can't handle this kind of spending!"

Xiao Li glanced at Zhang Ziqian and asked Wang Ying, "Haven't you bought your tickets yet?"

Without hesitation, Wang Ying replied, "It's too expensive. Given Mr. Gao's status, it wouldn't be appropriate for him not to sit in the VIP section. But the tickets are too expensive now, it's not worth it."

At this moment, Gao Yuan squeezed in, "Ziqian, Xiao Li. These tickets are indeed a bit overpriced, but I can buy two VIP tickets. Xiao Li and Wang Ying, you two go check out the stands—" (End of Chapter)