Pirates began to dominate the Chinese entertainment industry.

Vice President Feng leaned back in his chair helplessly and said, "The Big Four banks have no shame, resorting to 'gold bars for deposits' to swindle money. Many of our high-net-worth clients, who are only six or seven stars, have also started transferring funds overseas. After this year, we're afraid we won't be able to keep our position as the tenth largest bank in the country."

Vice President Feng looked up and asked in a testing tone, "Tell me, how should we respond?"

The secretary didn't answer, remaining silent. If she knew what to do, why would she be a secretary? She would have gone back to take over the old man's job long ago.

President Feng rested his head on his hand, seemingly lost in thought.

Just then, someone rushed in.

"Manager, this is strange!" The investment department manager rushed in, clutching a document.

"Look at yourself!" Bank Manager Feng frowned at his old subordinate, picked up the teapot, took a sip, and asked, "What's wrong now?"

"The settlement documents just submitted below show that one of our clients has achieved a monthly investment return of over 3300%, with total profits exceeding 300 million! He will be here shortly to settle his funds."

The teapot suddenly stopped in mid-air. Bank Manager Feng paused, then glared at him: "You, a double PhD in economics and finance, can't even count zeros? More than thirty times a month? Do you think this is a casino or an ATM?!"

"No, I've checked with the staff several times. It's a client manager in the credit department. You can take a look yourself. The amount of funds is too large; you need to sign off on it yourself," the investment manager said urgently, simply spreading the report out on the bank manager's desk for him to see.

Vice President Feng put his glasses back on, looked at the long string of zeros on the paper and checked it several times. He squinted, but the number hadn't changed. Startled, he suddenly stood up.

"They're really treating the stock market like an ATM... Whose subordinate is this? Or did they just guess right? This is incredibly audacious, are they insane?" Vice President Feng muttered.

"Maybe there's some inside information?" the female secretary whispered a reminder.

"Who is the other party?" the bank manager asked the manager.

"The small boss of a pirated DVD company, just 18," the investment manager said, adding with a sour tone, "and also the rumored boyfriend of Little Dragon Girl."

The bank manager looked bewildered: "...What kind of nonsense is this?"

Investment Department Manager Wang said seriously, "However, it's most likely not insider trading. I checked the flight records; they haven't been abroad. I also checked the family information; their parents' names are on the wall. As for the communication records, I don't have access."

"Is that really just a bluff?" the female secretary exclaimed in surprise.

Vice President Feng frowned. If it was a fluke, then its value would be greatly reduced.

The secretary stared blankly, utterly stunned. What incredible luck! To snag over 300 million yuan—that's worth a hundred apartments in Shanghai...

The investment manager said somewhat hesitantly:

"That doesn't seem like it. The ten million he invested was what he got by selling his houses; it was practically his last remaining assets. He wouldn't have gambled it all on a whim. He must have had some clear judgment."

In short, they're either geniuses or madmen!

"Genius? Madman?" Vice President Feng mused, then suddenly felt a surge of satisfaction.

"Regardless, he's a talented individual; we must retain him! Immediately issue the order; I will personally receive him later, with the highest level of hospitality!"

……

At the same time.

The winter sunlight in Shanghai is thin and veiled.

Ji Yun drove into the underground parking garage of the Shanghai Bank headquarters for the second time.

Just as I was about to turn off the engine, a security guard in uniform walked over quickly.

The security guard's gaze swept calmly over Ji Yun's white BMW, and only after confirming its presence did he say in a businesslike tone, "Sir, you cannot park here."

Ji Yun rolled down the car window: "I'm here to handle some business."

"Please park your car in area B3." The security guard pointed to the side entrance. "This is a parking area exclusively for VIP customers. Only members with a membership of 6 stars or higher can park here."

Ji Yun followed his finger and looked—several Bentleys, Maybachs, and a Rolls-Royce were parked around his car. Under the lights, the paint was so shiny that it reflected a person's image.

"master."

Manager Liao's voice echoed in the underground parking garage. He jogged up to the security guard and hurriedly said, "Excuse me, this Ms. Ji is an important client of mine. Could you please make an exception?"

"Manager Liao." The security guard recognized him, his smile becoming slightly more sincere, but his stance remained firm. "It's not that I'm disrespecting you, it's just that I just received orders from above. A top-level bank member is coming later, personally instructed by the bank manager. You know the rules..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear: You're just a lowly loan manager, don't make things difficult for me. How can someone driving a BMW compete with someone driving a Rolls-Royce for a parking space?

Manager Liao's face flushed red and then turned pale; his lips moved but no sound came out.

Ji Yun, however, did not tolerate it, nor did she move the car; she simply locked it and left.

"Hey, you?" The security guard got angry and tried to stop him.

"There are plenty of banks in the world. I've made so much money for your bank, so you'd better be capable of returning that money to them." Ji Yun glanced at him. "That's what you say when your boss asks you."

The security guard, his imposing manner overwhelmed, immediately fell silent.

Ji Yun turned around and swaggered inside.

"The banks are indeed clearly stratified." Ji Yun smiled at Manager Liao, who ran over.

Manager Liao gave a wry smile: "President Ji, I'm sorry. Logically, your current funds are well over 5 stars. It's just that your funds have only just arrived, and the system hasn't updated yet..."

"Alright, I'm not blaming you. Your authority is limited."

Manager Liao was wearing a new suit today, and his hair was neatly combed, but there were obvious dark circles under his eyes, indicating that he hadn't had a good night's sleep.

Seeing that Ji Yun's expression was normal, Manager Liao breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward, grasped Ji Yun's hands with both of them, and shook them three times vigorously. "You've finally arrived. I haven't slept well these past two days, I was just afraid you—"

"Afraid I won't come?" Ji Yun smiled.

Manager Liao chuckled and didn't deny it.

The $4380 million in Ji Yun's account was the largest profit he had handled in his eighteen years in the business. The commission from this one deal alone was enough to pay off the rest of his mortgage.

Seeing over 300 million yuan sitting idly in the account, he, the account manager, was even more anxious than the client.

Ji Yun patted his shoulder and took the elevator to the VIP area of ​​the bank on the 5th floor.

……

Manager Liao took out the heavy investment settlement contract from the office safe.

He carefully turned the page, and his hands began to tremble as he looked at the string of numbers on the white paper:

"The funds have been converted to local currency as you requested. Here is 3.38 million, along with all the data involved in the process. Please confirm. Because the amount is quite large, if everything is in order, please sign here, and I will get the bank manager's signature. This money will be transferred to your account within one day."

Ji Yun took it, first looking at the total amount of 3.38 million, then at the handling fees and taxes...

The final net income was 3.2 million.

After checking each stroke carefully, he nodded and signed his name.

"Please wait a moment, I'll take it to Vice President Feng, who's on duty right away, for confirmation." Manager Liao stood up solemnly, about to take the contract out.

At that moment, the door was suddenly knocked on and pushed open from the outside.

"No need, I came by myself!" Vice President Feng, who was in his fifties, strode in.

Manager Liao was stunned when he saw who it was, and after a moment he quickly bowed and saluted.

This person is the boss of his boss's boss, a top figure in the entire Shanghai financial circle. He only met him up close when he first joined the company.