Zemali, who had been at a bit of a loss, was first taken aback by Fang Chenyi’s words, but then she snapped back to reality and quickly acknowledged him with a "Yes," before rapidly getting to work on the transaction.

At that moment, the manager of this bank branch also hurried over. When he saw the manager from the bank next door barge into the VIP lounge, his expression immediately soured.

"Ma Dafu, what do you think you’re doing! Since when does your bank conduct its business inside ours? Get out, get out! Can’t you see we’re in the middle of assisting a very distinguished client?"

Ma Dafu, however, could already see the writing on the wall. It seemed Chairman Fang was truly disappointed in his bank this time. With a long, helpless sigh, he continued to speak to Fang Chenyi inside the room.

"Chairman Fang, since you intend to move your funds here, I will arrange for your capital to be transferred between banks with no service fees. And I’ll say it again, on behalf of our entire N Line Bank, I apologize for what happened earlier. We sincerely hope we’ll have the chance to work with you again one day!"

After speaking, he gave a deep bow to Fang Chenyi and prepared to leave. But just as he turned around, Fang Chenyi spoke nonchalantly to Zemali, who was still processing the paperwork.

"Ah, forget it. Just leave the money in the N Line Bank for now. You just need to help me transfer this eighty-seven million US Dollars over to your bank."

Hearing this, Ma Dafu, who had already taken a step, let out a huge sigh of relief. He turned back and thanked Fang Chenyi profusely again. It was only when Fang Chenyi waved his hand dismissively that he finally left, his heart filled with a mix of emotions.

It wasn’t that Ma Dafu was so desperate for the eighty-seven-million-dollar deposit that he was willing to be so servile.

The main reason was that if he were to lose such an important client on his watch, he’d be packing his bags and getting the boot tomorrow.

After Ma Dafu left, the bank manager here personally reported the matter to his superiors. It had to be said, faced with Fang Chenyi’s enormous funds, the bank managed to get the money transferred over very quickly.

An hour later, the bank manager personally escorted Fang Chenyi all the way to his car. He waited until Fang Chenyi’s Lamborghini was completely out of sight, still waving his arm.

’This is no joke,’ he thought. ’My bank is just a small branch. This eighty-seven-million-US-dollar deal just filled my entire quarterly quota in one go! With a transaction like this, I’ll definitely be able to move up the ladder this year!’

The manager walked back into the bank and went straight to Zemali, who was organizing the follow-up documents for Fang Chenyi’s transaction.

"Zemali, you did a great job! This one deal is worth more than what those business managers do in an entire year! You just finished your probationary period, right? How about this: I’ll report this to the higher-ups immediately. A reward is a reward, but I’ll also apply to make you a business manager!"

"Ah, really?! Thank you, Manager! Thank you, Manager!!"

The manager waved his hand. "Don’t thank me, you’re the one who’s truly capable! But you have to keep up the good work. Get in touch with Mr. Fang more often when you have time. I see Mr. Fang isn’t very old, and you’re very pretty. Who knows... haha, you might not have to work here anymore, you know."

...

Leaving aside Zemali, whose mind was now racing, let’s return to Fang Chenyi’s side.

He was driving when his phone, sitting on the side, began to ring. He pressed the hands-free button on his car’s console, and Wei Yilong’s terrified voice immediately came through the speakers. Yes, that’s right—terrified.

"Ah! B-Boss! My bank account... it suddenly has an extra one... one... one hundred million! One hundred million, Boss!!"

Hearing his incoherent stammering, the corners of Fang Chenyi’s mouth curved into a smirk.

"Of course. I’m the one who sent it, so why wouldn’t I know you have an extra hundred million? What’s with the fuss? Didn’t I tell you I’d be making an additional investment? This is it. How about this: just go ahead and buy that plot of land. Renting is too much of a hassle."

Hearing Fang Chenyi talk about a hundred million as casually as if he were drinking a glass of water, Wei Yilong was truly and utterly shaken.

"B-Boss! This is a hundred million!! You just added another hundred million in one go! Holy crap! You’re going to give me a heart attack!! Phew~ In that case, I’ll go buy it! The owner was actually planning to sell it anyway, but it never sold because he was asking for sixty million. But I estimate I can get it for fifty-five million!"

Fang Chenyi cut Wei Yilong off before he could finish.

"Alright, alright, just handle it yourself. Don’t worry too much about the money. The most important thing is speed. I want speed. If you can get it all set up by tomorrow, I don’t mind sending you another hundred million."

With nearly six hundred million in his bank account, tossing out one or two hundred million was truly nothing to Fang Chenyi.

Especially since this was all in preparation for earning even more money. After all, Fang Chenyi’s goal was the special reward. In the face of that, a few billion was just a drop in the bucket.

After emphasizing the need for speed a few more times, Fang Chenyi hung up the phone.

As he passed a row of trash cans, Fang Chenyi didn’t forget to stop the car and do some picking.

By the time he returned to Century Garden, it was already around 5:30 PM.

But just as his Lamborghini turned onto the road leading to the villa area, he saw a long line of no fewer than six Rolls-Royces parked at the entrance to his villa.

Fang Chenyi couldn’t help but be stunned. ’What the fuck is this? Who’s so bored out of their mind that they came to my house to flex like this???’

Muttering to himself, Fang Chenyi stomped on the gas, and the Lamborghini let out a beast-like roar as it charged toward the villa’s entrance.

Just as Fang Chenyi parked his car, the doors of the six Rolls-Royces opened in unison, and a series of burly men in suits stepped out.

’Fuck, is this a movie scene or what?’ Fang Chenyi thought, shaking his head and muttering.

He folded his woven bag, tucked it under his arm, and got out of the car, striding toward the group of men in black.

As Fang Chenyi approached, a bodyguard carefully pulled open the door of the slightly different Rolls-Royce in the center. A young man stepped out, dressed in a white robe with a white headscarf held in place by a black circular cord.

He strode up to Fang Chenyi, handed his cigar to a nearby bodyguard, and then, with a frown and a look of utter superiority, asked Fang Chenyi in fluent English:

"Are you the Huaxian tycoon, ’Mr. Fang,’ who stole my sports car and then my Apache?"

Hearing this, Fang Chenyi suddenly recalled something Gou Dan had said before. He sized up the young man in front of him. Clearly, this person was most likely that Demo Did. He just hadn’t expected the guy to actually chase him all the way to Huaxia.

[To be continued...]