"What are you all standing there for? Take out your phones, this idiot said he’s transferring twenty billion, the bank has reported it to the police, this is your chance to beco an internet sensation!"
The bald fat man suppressed an inexplicable fear within him, raising both arms amidst the piercing buzzing sound, shouting loudly.
He is a factory owner, here today to prepare the wages for his employees, which is why he was in such a rush, leading to an accident on the way.
His factory is not big, with just thirty to forty employees. The monthly salary expenditure is around 250,000 to 300,000, and his friends are generally in the sa social circle. The most impressive person he has t was a clothing industry tycoon worth over a billion, and that was just by luck at a social event, without even getting a chance to say a word in his vicinity.
Moving around twenty billion casually.
Ha.
With his cerebral cortex, he can’t even imagine what kind of realm that is.
"Arrest him! This guy is either ntally ill or a fraud! Why haven’t you detained him yet?"
After rallying the bank’s custors, the bald man started urging the security staff. As a boss, he certainly has a lot of initiative and can exert leadership in sudden situations.
But not everyone can decide quickly like him. The bank custors look at each other cluelessly, and the security staff, encountering such a situation for the first ti, are also at a loss.
Seeing everyone dumbfounded, the bald fat man took out his own phone, opened the cara intending to shoot a short video to post online, which would definitely go viral.
But when he pointed the cara at Jiang Chen, he found the screen all black—soone was blocking his cara with their hand.
—It was a hand in a silk glove.
The bald fat man turned to see and was startled.
Ho.
So many people.
"Sir, please put away your phone."
The person blocking his cara lowered the hand, smiling politely at him, but with an undeniable authority in the courtesy.
Being sowhat a small-ti boss, the fat bald man certainly understands reading the situation, so without further protest, he quietly put his phone away.
"Thank you for cooperating."
The other person nodded at him, then walked forward.
The bald man watched in a daze as a crowd passed by him.
The urgent alarm sounds had sohow stopped.
The man with silk gloves led the group to Jiang Chen and Cao Jinse, communicating with them.
The bald man’s lips trembled, unconsciously raising his hand to wipe his forehead.
Although he had never seen it with his own eyes, if he rembered correctly, he had heard that the head of Heaven and Earth Bank wore a pair of white silk gloves at all tis, regardless of day or night, or weather conditions, which had almost beco their signature attire.
This is Heaven and Earth Bank.
There shouldn’t be anyone else daring enough to mimic the head’s attire, right?
The bald man’s face twitched slightly, but not out of anger; his heart began to drum along.
Heaven and Earth Bank, though a recently established private bank, boasts formidable power and complex networks, attracting many powerful figures in Kyoto to open accounts and deposit funds.
Though just hearsay, there’s no smoke without fire.
Besides, without a strong backing, who dares to na a bank "Heaven and Earth Bank"?
In Kyoto, you must have sharp instincts.
Upon learning about Heaven and Earth Bank’s extensive reach, he imdiately canceled the contract with the招商 bank and changed the salary-paying bank to Heaven and Earth Bank, demanding all employees open accounts there.
In business, maintaining a good relationship with a bank is crucial; who knows when you might encounter difficulties, and then no friends or siblings are as reliable as a bank.
Even so, he only got a re Gold Card permission, with higher tiers like Black Card, Red Card...
And.
The Silver Card he had never heard of until now.
"Big Brother!"
The bald fat man wanted to flee, but reason reminded him that in society, you can’t outrun reality, and he’s well aware of its brutality; a real big shot could squash him as easily as an ant.
The head of Heaven and Earth Bank surely belongs to that league of powerful people, not just to him; even dealing with the illustrious one-billion-worth boss he t before probably wouldn’t take much effort.
And the "young man" who warranted the head of Heaven and Earth Bank’s presence speaks for itself.
"Big Brother!"
The bald man squeezed out a smile, adopting a all-or-nothing valiant ntality, not sneaking away but rather eagerly pushed his way forward, attracting everyone’s attention.
Seeing Jiang Chen not responding, Zhuge Xi, the head of Heaven and Earth Bank, gestured for his subordinates to clear a path.
The fat bald man drew closer with a foolish grin, surprisingly showing a charmingly cute and naive deanor despite his fierce appearance.
"Big Brother, if you truly feel it’s unfair, you can call the traffic police. If they find us responsible, we won’t shirk."
Who exactly is the "big brother"?
Zhuge Xi observed without interference.
"No, no, no, that’s not what I an, big brother, it’s all my fault, I take the penalty, I’ll make sure to behave properly in the future—no, drive properly."
Jiang Chen nodded, not intending to haggle, "I’ve completed my business, you go ahead."
"I’m not in a hurry!"
The bald fat man imdiately responded, resisting the urge to hand over his business card, and didn’t seize the rare opportunity even to greet the nearby head of Heaven and Earth Bank.
Heaven and Earth Bank really lives up to its na, to a small factory owner like him, these people are immortal beings with boundless power.
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