[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-m-in-a-small-county-and-you-say-i-m-a-big-shot":3,"chapter-i-m-in-a-small-county-and-you-say-i-m-a-big-shot-i-m-in-a-small-county-and-you-say-i-m-a-big-shot-chapter-3":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I'm in a Small County, and You Say I'm a Big Shot?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2297414,4494,"Chapter 3: 002 This Is a Trap","i-m-in-a-small-county-and-you-say-i-m-a-big-shot-chapter-3",3,"\u003Cp>Tenglong Industry publicly claimed that, without the company’s knowledge, 20 million yuan from a dedicated account was transferred by the Nanxin Branch of Dongfang Bank into a margin deposit account for Zhilian Technology, a company in Zhejiang Province with no connection or business dealings with Tenglong Industry, for the purpose of accepting bills of exchange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This incident caused a huge uproar in Nanxin and became widely known throughout Jinghai City’s banking system, yet the outcome was unexpected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Qingye saw that most of the data had been entered and didn’t rush—he took a break, picked up the teacup on the desk, took a sip, and stood by the window gazing at the scenery outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was spring now, the sunlight bright and warm; the peach tree in the bank courtyard had bloomed, its blossoms delicate and vibrant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Fang Qingye suddenly noticed two people in bank uniforms—a man and a woman—coming downstairs and entering the courtyard, as if to greet a guest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man was around forty, dressed in a crisp suit; the woman was younger, under thirty, slender, her hair pinned into a bun at the back, looking efficient, and wearing the bank’s gray-black OL suit, giving off a sense of uniform allure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia He, Zhao Wenjun!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two deputy branch managers of Nanxin Branch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Branch Manager Zhang had been on medical leave for over a year due to health reasons, and Xia He was currently in charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the branch’s top two leaders both appearing, could it be that someone important was arriving?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, a black Audi slowly drove into the courtyard, followed by a black Passat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as the Audi stopped, Xia He hurried over to open the door; a man around fifty stepped out and shook hands with the two waiting officials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The city investigation team had truly arrived!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That man—wasn’t he Liu Baosheng, the deputy branch manager in charge of discipline inspection at the city branch?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Qingye had a vague memory of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man was extremely well-known in Jinghai City’s banking system—upright and incorruptible, he had previously sent two branch managers to prison; he was also very dark-skinned, earning him the nickname “Liu Bao Gong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed the city branch’s investigation team had truly come—Nanxin Branch would be in for a turbulent time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this matter has nothing to do with us—we’ll just stay as bystanders for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Qingye lifted his teacup and sipped his tea slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At noon, when work ended for lunch, Fang Qingye naturally didn’t go home—the cafeteria’s food was quite plentiful: fried fish, braised taro with flat beans, a mixed vegetable dish, jellyfish salad, and a soup of broad beans with river shrimp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Qingye filled his plate and turned to find a seat; Zhang Rong waved him over, so he sat down at the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, you know? Chen Meimei was assigned to the city investigation team as a liaison!” Zhang Rong whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Liaison? That’s just running errands and doing menial tasks for others,” Fang Qingye laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even running errands is good—it lets you meet city branch leaders and get familiar with them. Chen Meimei’s lucky!” Zhang Rong’s tone carried a hint of envy mixed with jealousy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Qingye glanced at him—he remembered this kid was diligent, capable, and fond of scheming, a thoroughly pragmatic man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he said while eating: “Why not go tell Deputy Manager Xia? Ask to be switched in—you’re capable enough. Didn’t she even praise you at the all-staff meeting?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way, I won’t touch that bad luck,” Zhang Rong quickly waved his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t know—Deputy Manager Xia was in a terrible mood today. This morning, Liu Li from our office handed her a document with a typo. She spotted it immediately and scolded her harshly. Liu Li came back crying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Qingye heard this and sighed inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a manager, Xia He still lacked the necessary poise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True leaders never let their emotions show—you can never read their thoughts from their expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was understandable—Xia He was still young.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She graduated with a master’s in finance from Shencai, worked one year at the provincial branch, then was directly transferred to Nanxin Branch as deputy manager and put in charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything had gone smoothly until this critical moment before promotion—no wonder her composure was shaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was a trap—someone deliberately set it for her!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Break the trap, overcome the crisis, and she ascends successfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fail to break it, lose the chance to become branch manager, and be forced to leave Nanxin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Historically, her outcome was the latter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, if nothing changes, it will happen again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it’s a pity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Qingye remembered that during his time at Nanxin, Xia He had treated him well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, they were both Shencai graduates—she was his senior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Fang Qingye couldn’t help but shake his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, Fang Qingye, why are you shaking your head?” Zhang Rong asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing. Just eat. None of this concerns us—don’t waste your thoughts on it,” Fang Qingye replied, focusing on his food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Rong, however, was unimpressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Qingye was far too calm about it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After lunch, Fang Qingye didn’t go home—he wandered the streets for a while, then returned to the office to resume work in the afternoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just routine work, nothing difficult—take it slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bank closed at five. He gathered his documents, went downstairs, fetched his scooter from the parking shed, hummed a tune, and rode out the gate, drifting lazily toward home, all the office nonsense already forgotten behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a CD shop by the roadside played a song by Phoenix Legend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the endless green hills, flowers bloom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What rhythm is the most swinging?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What song brings the greatest joy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Most Stunning Ethnic Style”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He used to think this song was tacky, but now it felt strangely familiar—he couldn’t help humming along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking and singing all the way is the most free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When we sing, we sing with all our heart...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the scooter approached a crosswalk, the yellow light turned red—and it sped through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Passing a place called Shijiaba Market, people came and went in large numbers; vendors lined both sides of the street, selling goods illegally, and with them came their sworn enemies—the urban management officers in blue-black uniforms with wide-brimmed hats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, Fang Qingye saw two uniformed officers arguing with an old man selling strawberries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man looked simple and honest—not a seasoned street vendor—and the strawberries were probably grown at home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a fixed stall, he was simply occupying the road—urban management shouted to drive him away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This happened daily in small towns; no one cared—unless there was physical conflict, then a crowd would gather immediately, and the incident would soon appear online.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The headline would usually be: “Urban management beat someone up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today, nothing like that happened—the atmosphere remained relatively calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Qingye slowed his scooter to leave, but then spotted the broad-shouldered figure of a young urban management officer—and smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buddy.\u003C\u002Fp>",1169,"2026-06-20T05:58:40.725Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d6d4e75a10f7433e237aeabbe289dc4f3818c7633be8d1dee14e17b7368601e1","i-m-in-a-small-county-and-you-say-i-m-a-big-shot-chapter-4","i-m-in-a-small-county-and-you-say-i-m-a-big-shot-chapter-2",215,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-a-small-county-and-you-say-i-m-a-big-shot-cover.jpg"]