This call was a cross-continental one, and shortly after Su Chen dialed the number, it was answered.
A nasal voice with a thick old London accent ca from the other side of the phone.
Anyone unfamiliar with the matter would find it hard to guess who he was, yet his identity and reputation were undeniable.
At the top floor of a luxurious building in London.
In the huge office, several young and middle-aged people dressed as urban elites were busy working.
Sitting in the boss chair, his back to the large floor-to-ceiling window, was an elderly man.
Though calling him an elder might not be entirely accurate, as he looked only around fifty.
However, his actual age should have reached about sixty years.
On his desk, there were two fixed-line telephones, but these were mainly internal lines, with only the secretary from downstairs able to dial in.
The other one was a contact number well-known among the rich circle.
But aside from these, few people knew his personal phone number.
And usually, this phone rarely rang, except for calls from his family.
But today, his private phone rang, and judging by the incoming call, it seed to be another cross-continental one.
Jesse Fraser instinctively answered the phone.
However, the noisy voice on the other side made him feel quite unfamiliar.
Moreover, Su Chen's opening remarks were not very polite...
"Hey, old thing, rember ?" Su Chen's not-so-courteous voice made Jesse Fraser sowhat resentful.
"Who are you? How do you know my private number?" Fraser's voice was slightly cold.
He didn't know how the other party got his number, but the uncertainty in his heart kept him from hanging up.
"My na Dead." Su Chen casually uttered a word.
Dead ans death.
The phone went silent for a long ti, followed by a sudden scream.
"Oh my god! Thank God, thank almighty God, no, no, no, thank omnipotent Satan, you finally appeared." On the other end, Fraser's frantic reaction stunned everyone in the large office.
Fraser, as the top decision-maker of the English Royal Bank Group, had unparalleled power, yet no one had ever seen him this out of control.
Everyone had a confused look, not knowing what had caused such a huge emotional upheaval in him.
After his initial outburst, Fraser chased everyone out of the office.
"It's my honor to receive your call, Death God." Fraser spoke to Su Chen with a hint of flattery.
Death is just the English translation of Death God.
In the Western world, Su Chen's na was also known, but those who had truly encountered him either died or held deep respect for him.
Just like this Jesse Fraser.
Because of his existence, so people who should have died ended up living.
Due to Su Chen's presence, Fraser escaped a certain death trap, and that day Fraser witnessed why Su Chen was called the Death God.
An ard and well-equipped group of rcenaries was killed by Su Chen barehanded; could a normal person achieve such a feat?
In fact, Su Chen saved him at that ti because his employer had a deal to make with Fraser.
If Fraser died, his mission deadline would extend by at least a month.
So he saved Fraser, unintentionally creating a beneficial connection.
However, Su Chen never returned to England, and this relationship with Fraser was buried in the annals of history.
Today, he called Fraser just to test things out; it would be great if Fraser rembered the favor, but if he didn't, it didn't matter.
Su Chen hadn't expected that Fraser would show such great respect and anticipation towards him.
Su Chen didn't bother with too much idle talk, getting straight to the point: "Fraser, I rember you are with the English Royal Bank?"
Fraser laughed and said, "Honorable Death God, I'm not just with the English Royal Bank, the English Royal Bank is just one of the banks under our group."
"Oh, if you say so, then you should have the power to terminate employees at the English Royal Bank, right?"
Su Chen wasn't concerned about his exact position or identity, he was just asking if he had the authority to fire people.
Fraser was taken aback: terminate soone?
Given his status, apart from the mbers of the group board and the families of the shareholders behind them, who else couldn't he fire?
But since Su Chen brought this matter up, he had to be cautious.
What kind of figure is Su Chen, who can afford to offend him?
Anyone who dared to offend Su Chen and earned his attention surely wasn't ordinary, right?
Could it be a mber from a shareholder family?
Fraser felt hesitant, unsure if he could promise Su Chen anything.
"May I ask who you want to fire?" Fraser asked cautiously.
"What's your na?" Su Chen put down the phone and looked toward Charlie.
Charlie silently stared at Su Chen, not intending to answer him.
Su Chen raised an eyebrow: "I like your grit."
Soon, Charlie Miles' screams reached the other end of the phone, but Fraser wasn't surprised.
If the Death God were kind, could he still be called the Death God?
But what interested him more was the identity of the person who had offended Su Chen.
"His na is Charlie Miles."
"Charlie Miles?" Fraser thought back but couldn't recall such a person. He apologized to Su Chen and then picked up another phone.
"Go, check if there is a deputy head of external investnt at the English Royal Bank nad Charlie Miles." From Su Chen's words, Fraser also learned about Charlie Miles' identity within the English Royal Bank.
Deputy head of external investnt? Sorry, given Fraser's status, he genuinely wouldn't pay attention to such a person.
If it were an investnt departnt head, he might have so impression.
Above, a word is spoken, below, legs run off; this phone call from Fraser nearly caused a stir at the English Royal Bank - who was this Charlie Miles to warrant such attention from above?
But as the ssage was conveyed down the layers, the managent of the English Royal Bank reviewed the bank's records and found no deputy head of external investnt nad Charlie Miles in the investnt departnt.
After many layers of communication, the ssage eventually reached Fraser.
After the lower-level people conducted checks, they found that there was no deputy head of external investnt nad Charlie Miles at the bank.
However, there were several employees nad Charlie Miles.
Later, one of the lower-level supervisors ntioned sothing, and only then did they notice a junior employee nad Charlie Miles in the investnt departnt.
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