Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings

"Sir! This is the headquarters of HSBC Bank."

HSBC Building, Canary Wharf—

The bearded coachman parked the carriage, and since Du Yongxiao made the move just for a £1 tip, he enthusiastically got out of the car and opened the door for Du Yongxiao himself.

Du Yongxiao squinted in the car for a while, opened his eyes when he heard the sound, and saw the door open, then got up and got out of the car.

The sky was still drizzled, and Du Yongxiao looked up, but he didn't know how long it would take to stop.

"Sir, that's the bank over there!" The coachman thoughtfully opened a black umbrella, and under Du Yongxiao's signal, he personally escorted Du Yongxiao to the gate of the bank.

"Thank you, friend!" Du Yongxiao took out two pounds from his pocket and handed them over, "The rest is counted as a reward!"

The bearded coachman smiled again, the fare was actually not even a pound, but this wealthy Mr. Oriental gave him a pound again, which made the bearded coachman happy.

"Thank you, sir! You are such a good man, may God bless you!" The bearded man bowed slightly and bid farewell to Du Yongxiao.

Du Yongxiao turned around and walked towards the lobby of HSBC Bank.

Seeing that Du Yongxiao was Chinese, the two Indian guys who guarded the gate wanted to stop him from asking a few words. Seeing Du Yongxiao's generous spending, they immediately restrained their contemptuous eyes, stood at attention, and smiled when Du Yongxiao passed them.

Stepping into the lobby, the entire headquarters is magnificent and retro in style.

At the front desk, several gentlemen dressed as men are handling business.

In the leisure area, three or five ladies are drinking coffee and chatting.

Seeing Du Yongxiao coming in, the hall manager with a mustache and a suit uniform greeted him politely, and asked with an authentic British accent, "Sir, can I help you?"

"I'm here—" Du Yongxiao hadn't finished speaking when a ghost next to him waved to the lobby manager.

The lobby manager: "Wait a minute!" Leaving aside Du Yongxiao, he walked straight to the ghost, and chatted with the ghost very enthusiastically.

Du Yongxiao stood there by himself, and waited for about three or four minutes before the lobby manager walked back. He was still so gentlemanly and polite on the surface: "Oh, by the way, sir, what are you talking about?"

Just as Du Yongxiao was about to speak, another lady in the leisure area not far away greeted the lobby manager.

"Sorry, wait a minute!" The lobby manager left Du Yongxiao again and went to chat with the lady.

In his eyes, serving customers is his bounden duty, but customers are divided into different classes. Obviously, Du Yongxiao, who has yellow skin and black eyes, does not belong to the upper class.

Du Yongxiao didn't expect to be treated like a VIP here, so he shrugged and walked straight to the front desk.

Seeing him, the female bank clerk asked politely, "What business do you do, sir?"

"Hello!" Du Yongxiao propped his hands on the stage, "My name is John Du, and I would like to consult about my savings——"

"Okay, sir! Please show your ID—" The female staff smiled politely at Du Yongxiao.

Du Yongxiao took out the identity certificate that Shen Bi had handled for him from his bosom, and stuffed it through the window.

The female staff took the certificate, looked it over carefully, and soon raised her head to ask Du Yongxiao about the deposit.

Du Yongxiao replied one by one.

The female staff began to tap the keyboard with both hands to perform query operations on the computer.

The banking computer system in this era is not as popular as it will be in the future, but HSBC, one of the world's largest banks, has already used it.

"Oh God!"

In less than three minutes, the female employee looked at the screen and covered her mouth in surprise.

This move of hers startled her companion, "What's the matter?" After speaking, she looked towards the screen, and then exclaimed, "Oh, my God!"

The manager in the lobby was chatting with the lady with his moustache twitching. When he realized that something was wrong at the counter, he said "Sorry" and walked towards this side, "What happened?"

"It's nothing, it's just this gentleman's deposit—" the female staff pointed to the screen.

The lobby manager glanced curiously, and saw a series of numbers on it, "What, two million?"

A million pounds is not a small amount in this era. Even the great American writer Mark Twain wrote a novel called "Millions of Pounds" himself, which was made into a movie in 1954.

The lobby manager looked at the computer screen and then at Du Yongxiao with an unbelievable expression.

He has worked in the bank for so many years and has seen many rich people. Logically, he should not react too much. The problem is that the person who owns two million pounds is actually a Chinese with black hair, black eyes and yellow skin! And the other party is still so young!

"Why, what's the problem?" Du Yongxiao was still waiting for a reply. Seeing the surprised looks of the female staff and the lobby manager, he thought that something went wrong because Shen Bi didn't help him with the matter.

"Oh, it's nothing! God!" The lobby manager changed his contempt for Du Yongxiao just now, with a warm smile on his face, walked to Du Yongxiao and bowed again: "Please forgive me, respected customer! I didn't expect you to be so young He is actually the VIP of our bank."

Du Yongxiao didn't have time to talk to him, he just asked the blond female staff member: "Excuse me, how much money is in my account?"

"Two million pounds, sir!" said the female clerk enviously.

"Two million?" Du Yongxiao frowned.

He gave Shen Bi 30 million Hong Kong dollars, equivalent to 2.06 million pounds in pounds. Now, with one wash, 60,000 pounds was washed away, equivalent to 870,000 Hong Kong dollars. I don't know whether the laundered money fell into Shen Bi's pocket or the bank's pocket.

"Why, is there a problem, sir?" The lobby manager asked in the most gentle tone.

"Oh, it's fine!" Du Yongxiao nodded, "But now I need a place to live, a means of transportation, and it's best to have a housekeeper and servants!"

"Don't worry! Dear Sir, we at HSBC serve VIP customers, whether it's a house, a car, or a housekeeper and maid, we will prepare it for you immediately!"

Anyway, all the money is deducted from the account, and maybe you can get a generous tip. Of course, the lobby manager is willing to help.

So, while Du Yongxiao was drinking coffee, the manager of the lobby with two mustaches began to make phone calls and personally helped him run around.

Soon he helped Du Yongxiao contact a suburban villa that was on sale, and he directly helped Du Yongxiao order a new model of Bentley from the car dealership.

As for the housekeeper and servants, he also quickly helped Du Yongxiao arrange them. According to him, "You can move in immediately with your bags!"

Of course, after completing these things, Du Yongxiao directly deducted 100,000 pounds from his 2 million pound account, which would be 1.4 million Hong Kong dollars!

In other words, Du Yongxiao spent millions on the second day he came to London.

When the lobby manager handed over the garage contract to Du Yongxiao, he said: "Dear VIP customer, it is an honor to serve you!" The attitude was full of flattery and respect.