Love letters are not allowed in exorcism notes

Chapter 1213 Pacific Bank Standard Duties

If he hadn't experienced it firsthand, Wang Yunxiao wouldn't have dared to believe that the power of Grand Master Shen had expanded to such an exaggerated extent.

He had over a hundred henchmen to maintain appearances.

As I walked out of my company headquarters, there was a whole row of luxury cars parked in front of the entrance.

The total number of motor vehicles in Tianmen is probably just over three digits, but there are eight parked right in front of her.

A person can't possibly have eight buttocks, so apart from the most luxurious vehicle, the rest were used by her subordinates when they traveled.

They said they were going out for a date and dinner, but Shen Qingxi made a single phone call and booked the entire hotel. Only Shen Qingxi and Wang Yunxiao remained in the restaurant, seated in the best seats, while the other waiters stood at least ten meters away. The head chef personally came out to serve them.

“Is it necessary to be so exaggerated?”

After ordering a steak at random, Wang Yunxiao asked Shen Qingxi in a low voice.

He even saw several reporters with cameras peering around.

By this time tomorrow, I estimate that everyone in the store will know that Miss Shen Qingxi is taken.

"Is necessary."

Shen Qingxi shrugged and said, "Personally, I don't really like this kind of pomp and circumstance..."

You're talking nonsense. I don't see anything you don't like.

Of course, Wang Yunxiao could understand Shen Qingxi's meaning.

This kind of pomp and circumstance is deliberately put on display for others to see.

Chinese people have always valued the doctrine of the mean, and the more impressive a person is, the more low-key they tend to be.

Especially in Tianmen, only the most low-class thugs roam the streets.

Any big-time thug with a bit of status usually pretends to be a civilized person, afraid that others will recognize him.

But foreigners can't understand this concept of moderation. In their minds, being low-key means you're weak, and being humble means you're useless. They didn't originally intend to bully you, but seeing your cowardly and spineless appearance, they feel compelled to do so.

The secret societies in Tianmen City were wiped out last year. Those that remained were either harmless or under the control of the Special Service Bureau.

In military strategy, this is known as the wisdom of "surrounding three sides and leaving one side open".

Many things exist for a reason; simply banning them will only push them to desperate measures or force them to hide even deeper. It's better to leave some room for maneuver, so that even if problems arise, they are within expectations and can be dealt with quickly.

The new Longevity Cult that Li Mumu and Shen Qingxi initially established was a product of this ideology.

Foreigners always need to believe in something, otherwise they'll feel stifled. Instead of making them believe in all sorts of nonsense, you should leave them an opening, a safe place for overseas immigrants who don't want to engage in crooked practices but simply want to repent and pray.

Shen Qingxi's appearance provided the Special Service Bureau with an excellent candidate who was both capable of controlling the situation and knew his background well enough to be manipulated. On the other hand, like the so-called four outer halls presented by the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce, they were all scapegoats in the open.

When those above have to consider the overall situation and make compromises, it becomes very difficult for those below to handle the work.

Therefore, it is necessary for people like Shen Qingxi to step forward, do things that others cannot do, and say things that others cannot say.

The reason she's acting so flamboyantly now is largely to attract attention.

"This can't go on forever, can it?"

"Who told the Sihai Chamber of Commerce to have so much money? This farce will only end when they've emptied their coffers."

This involves a deeper level of political maneuvering.

On one hand, I'm thinking that I'll slowly take care of you once you've taken both legs in; on the other hand, I'm thinking that you can't even support one leg, and I'm afraid that two legs will overwhelm you.

Both sides are still locked in a tug-of-war.

But this level of competition is none of Wang Yunxiao and Shen Qingxi's business.

"We agreed not to talk about business on our date."

Shen Qingxi can be as crazy as she wants in private, but she acts like a normal person in public.

This is the point that Wang Yunxiao finds most unbearable.

From the moment she stepped out, she adopted the imposing demeanor of a cult leader, moving slowly and deliberately, never smiling, and never glancing to the side.

Wang Yunxiao standing next to her looked like a gigolo.

"Is there anything private between us that we can talk about?"

"We were playing together on Christmas Eve last year..."

"You're mistaken. It was my wife and I playing around. You forced your way in."

"do not mind the details."

Shen Qingxi took a small sip of creamy mushroom soup and wiped the grease from the corner of her mouth with a napkin.

"Quickly say something suggestive to flirt with me."

"I've never heard of such a request before!"

"You heard me now."

Wang Yunxiao coughed and looked around.

Everyone was standing ten meters away and couldn't hear anything coming from this side.

Of course, if someone has profound internal strength and high power, they can hear it clearly even from dozens of meters away.

At this point, it comes down to who's more shameless.

"Miss Shen, seeing how big a scene you're creating now, you must be very tired from handling official duties all the time."

"That's right."

Shen Qingxi sighed, "How can the boss not be tired? Every day when you open your eyes, there are hundreds of mouths waiting for you to feed them."

"Are you experiencing lower back pain, dizziness, or lightheadedness?"

"Yeah, how do you know?"

"These are symptoms of kidney deficiency."

"You're the one with kidney deficiency!"

Shen Qingxi glared fiercely at Wang Yunxiao: "Can't you speak properly?"

Wang Yunxiao smiled and said, "Actually, I know a little about massage techniques. When Miss Shen has some free time, I can give you a foot massage."

A blush instantly rose to Shen Qingxi's face.

"Isn't this...not good?"

"You can give me your hand first; the soles of your feet and the palms of your hands are actually the same."

Shen Qingxi tensed up and carefully extended her right hand.

Wang Yunxiao took the fair and tender little hand, examined the lines on it carefully, and nodded, saying, "Miss Shen is indeed born into wealth and has excellent fortune. It's just a pity that her fate is too strong, and I'm afraid she will encounter some obstacles in her marriage."

"You can read palms too?"

"Understood."

"Then please help me find out when I'll find true love."

As the saying goes, "It takes ten years of cultivation to share a boat ride, and a hundred years to share a pillow."

"Do you mean this is a preordained marriage from a past life?"

"No, what I mean is, you'll be done in about a hundred more years."

"Believe it or not, I'll beat you to death!"

"I don't believe you." Wang Yunxiao thought to himself, "I only dare to talk nonsense like Xia Ji because I can beat you."

At the same time, he also noticed that when Shen Qingxi handed him her hand, several of her subordinates in the distance had expressions of disbelief on their faces.

Of course, there are also those who are more shrewd and whose true nature cannot be discerned from their outward appearance.

This also includes Mogred, the mechanical maid who drives for Shen Qingxi and also serves as his secretary.

This name is really unlucky. Every time Wang Yunxiao sees her, he has a feeling that she might draw her sword and stab Shen Qingxi in the back at any moment.

Mogred tilted his head slightly as he felt Wang Yunxiao's gaze sweep over him.

"Most of the henchmen you've recruited have designs on you."

"Otherwise what? I'm just a helpless and vulnerable woman. What else could they possibly want from me if not my wealth and beauty?"

Shen Qingxi is very self-aware about this.

Her true loyal followers are not here, but in Xiquan Mountain.

Of the three religions, only the followers of the Mechanicus truly worship and respect her.

"Speaking of loyalty, a few young men have indeed performed quite well; at least on the surface, I can't find anything wrong with them, but..."

Before Shen Qingxi could finish speaking, three bloody human heads rolled down outside the window.

Wang Yunxiao looked at the steak he had just cut open, still oozing blood... no, people call this myoglobin, and silently put it in his mouth.

Steak, if you eat it properly, can taste pretty good.

It's just that many Western restaurants don't take their work that seriously.

You spend a lot of money, but they don't put any effort into making it for you. Instead, they complain that you're a country bumpkin who doesn't know how to eat.

Over time, it has become a tax on people's intelligence.

However, such basic problems wouldn't occur at the restaurant Shen Qingxi chose, so the food was indeed quite good.

The only downside is that the portion is relatively small; one steak isn't enough for two bites.

Westerners tend to be more creative in this regard, preparing bread before meals and desserts after meals.

They'll also try to fool you by saying that what you're eating isn't steak, but a sense of ritual.

"Looks a little familiar."

"Those are the three old men who were just in my office asking me for a favor."

Wang Yunxiao and Shen Qingxi were not flustered. Human heads were nothing to them. They had seen plenty of dead heads, and even living heads that had been removed and reattached.

This startled Shen Qingxi's men, who rushed over to protect her while running out to find the culprit.

"who?"

"The three shopkeepers who run the cotton yarn business were squeezed out of their livelihood by the newly opened foreign firm of the Sihai Chamber of Commerce, and they came to me begging for justice."

Shen Qingxi picked up her wine glass, took a sip of red wine, and sighed, "These old guys don't respect me. They come to me for help, but they don't treat me as their friend. They only think about solving problems with money... They don't even know who I am, they don't understand any of the rules of the underworld, I don't know how they've lived to such an old age."

"The Poison Dragon Hall doesn't know either?"

"Judging from their appearance, they don't know either."

Shen Qingxi felt somewhat helpless.

In this day and age, without mobile networks and with limited channels for information exchange, even if you perform miracles in front of others, not everyone will necessarily know about you.

Despite Batman's many years of hard work in Gotham, many people still consider him an urban legend.

In the world of occultism, there are three legendary witches known as the Crimson Burial Garment Witch, the Amber Coffin Witch, and the Azure Jade Witch, but these titles are meaningless to ordinary people who are not involved in that circle.

The Shen Qingxi they knew was either the young lady of the Shen family who had come back from the dead, or the witch Shen who had acted like a shaman at the beginning of the year.

Who would take these supernatural legends, like the Three Goddesses of Xuanyuan Tomb, seriously?

At the time, ordinary people who had not been exposed to pollution and erosion all regarded it as a joke.

Wang Yunxiao was the same. His reputation in the intelligence agency and the military was well-known, but on the streets of Tianmen, he was most commonly known as Wang Daba, a henchman of the Nantong District Police Bureau.

Long Xiaotian, the leader of the Poison Dragon Hall, is a fierce man whose name alone suggests he is not familiar with Shen Qingxi's true strength, which is why he resorts to such underhanded intimidation tactics.

Even if Shen Qingxi had a hundred ways to deal with him, killing him wouldn't solve any real problems.

The Sihai Chamber of Commerce can put forward a Long Xiaotian today, and another Long Aotian tomorrow.

Therefore, she needs to find an expert who is good at handling this type of problem.

Professional, efficient, and most importantly, you don't have to worry too much about the pressure from above.

"Did Commander Xia tell you to what extent it's possible?"

When Wang Yunxiao saw the three heads fall, he already knew the answer in his heart.

He only saw these three heads today.

This is clearly the other party testing the waters to find their bottom line.

How many tests did they conduct before this? If killing three people this time won't provoke retaliation, how many will they kill next time?

This is not good.

Seeing the harmonious situation he had personally created last year being trampled underfoot, Wang Yunxiao was extremely unhappy.

"As long as it doesn't affect the overall direction, everything else is negotiable."

Shen Qingxi sighed, "I can handle those thugs from the Poison Dragon Hall myself, but the real strength of the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce is that they are backed by the Pacific Bank and have virtually unlimited cash reserves. Killing a few small-time thugs is insignificant to them."

Wang Yunxiao nodded: "Pacific Bank, right?"

Shen Qingxi suddenly shuddered and stared wide-eyed at Wang Yunxiao: "What are you going to do?"

"It's nothing, just a sigh."

"Are you going to rob a bank?"

Wang Yunxiao rolled his eyes at her: "What nonsense are you talking about? Me, a dignified naval officer, would I do such illegal and criminal things? Besides... how much money can you steal from a bank? I've never heard of a bank going bankrupt because of a robbery."

The bank's real money isn't in the vault, it's on the books.

Even someone like Wang Yunxiao, who doesn't know much about finance, knows this common sense.

If robbing a bank could solve the problem, Master Shen would have done it long ago.

Otherwise, why would she have thought of this immediately?

Shen Qingxi frowned and said, "You're right. Robbing a bank won't solve the problem. Their biggest problem is over-issuing loans, but this is an action tacitly approved by higher-ups. If you dare to do that, you'll be crossing the line..."

Clearly, she didn't just want to rob a bank; she had a much deeper plan.

They were almost about to say the word "bank run".

"I need someone who knows the business."

Wang Yunxiao lowered his voice and said, "It's someone who understands the bank's operating procedures and knows the industry's inside stories. This person has to be reliable and keep their mouth shut."

"I have it here."

Shen Qingxi turned to look at the mechanical maid standing in the distance: "Mogrede, you know her. She's my secretary now, in charge of the accounts, so she knows the most about this kind of thing."

Wang Yunxiao hesitated for a moment, then nodded reluctantly.

The mechanical maid's professionalism is beyond question, but could you please have her change her name?

(End of this chapter)