Chapter 287: The Final Deployments of the Command Center!

Amass provisions, raise high walls, and slowly proclaim themselves king.

The nine characters, like nine invisible mountains, thundered down on Li Fuying, Guo Dongying and the others, crushing all the ambitions and restlessness that had just risen within them.

They watched Lu Qingshan's silhouette standing at the window, overlooking the whole city, and the last sliver of unrealistic fantasy in their hearts was completely shattered.

Indeed, they never even considered becoming king of Hong Kong Island right now.

His chessboard, from the start, was never on this tiny island.

When the meeting ended, everyone left in a single file, bearing a reverence born of total crushing. As the heavy mahogany doors shut again, the oppressive pressure that could choke the entire Hong Kong Island business world slowly dissipated.

In the conference room, only Lu Qingshan and his core commanders remained.

Lu Qingshan did not speak immediately; he turned, left the conference room, and pushed open an unremarkable door beside it.

Behind the door lay an almost luxurious, vast space.

A more than 200‑square‑meter office occupied the golden corner of the building's top floor. One side offered an unbeatable sea view of Victoria Harbor; the other faced Central's steel jungle that symbolized wealth and power.

Sunlight streamed through the massive floor‑to‑ceiling windows, casting bright patches on the floor.

This had once been Wilson's throne.

Now, it bears Lu's name.

"Everyone, have a seat," Lu Qingshan said casually, sitting behind the massive mahogany desk as if he had been here for many years.

Ye Ning, Li Zhi'an, Wang Yuyun, and the newly‑joined Liang Zhiwei sat stiffly on the opposite sofa, each sensing a atmosphere wholly different from that of the conference room.

If the earlier scene was pre‑war mobilization, then now it is the final deployment of each front within the command center.

"Brother Zhiwei, you go first," Lu Qingshan said, looking at Liang Zhiwei.

The banker who had spent half his life steeped in HSBC now looked like a newly hired rookie; he rose quickly and placed a thick file folder before Lu Qingshan.

"Mr. Lu, this is the preliminary bank branch location plan I toiled over for a day and a night."

Liang Zhiwei's voice carried an unmistakable mix of excitement and fatigue as he opened the proposal, revealing hand‑drawn maps and dense data to everyone.

"Following your 'launch the first shot' and 'be close to the citizens' directives, I divided the whole city into fifteen core zones. The bank headquarters is planned to be located beneath the Star Han Building."

"For another Central location, we'll take a large watch shop currently sub‑letting opposite the HSBC headquarters building; the renovation must be swift, the lighting bright, and the presence unbeatable!"

"In Mong Kok, I chose the entrance of the Garden Street market, where foot traffic is highest and the elderly shoppers are most numerous—they are our most fundamental depositors!"

"Also Sham Shui Po's Apliu Street, Times Square in Causeway Bay, Tsuen Wan's industrial zone… For each site I attached population density, age structure, consumption habits within a three‑kilometre radius, plus competitor branch distribution and analysis of their service gaps."

Liang Zhiwei grew increasingly excited, as if he could already see Xinghan Bank's sign planted in every corner of Hong Kong Island.

Ye Ning and Li Zhi'an exchanged glances, seeing shock in each other's eyes. This was no longer just a proposal; it was a battle map targeting the entire city's retail banking sector, precise down to the capillaries!

Lu Qingshan flipped through the pages silently, his satisfied gaze calming Liang Zhiwei's nervousness considerably.

"Very good," Lu Qingshan said, closing the file and looking up at him. "Within a month, nail down all these points. The renovation can be simple, but the equipment must be the world's best and fastest. I want the first customer who walks into our bank to go from depositing money to receiving a passbook in no more than five minutes."

"And," Lu Qingshan emphasized, "once the bank opens, immediately launch the first wealth‑management product called 'Star Han Treasure of Adding Gold'. Tell all Hong Kong Island residents that placing money with us isn't for that pitiful interest; it's to earn money worldwide together!"

"Understood!" Liang Zhiwei nodded heavily, feeling his blood surge with heat.

This is the bank he has dreamed of! Not scraping crumbs behind foreigners, but leading his own people to overturn the world's gaming tables!

Lu Qingshan turned to Ye Ning again: "In London, you and Li Zhi'an proceed as originally planned. Ye Ning will handle the fund's license and subsequent fundraising roadshow; Li Zhi'an will manage intelligence and technical support. Remember, before the war starts, you are Ghosts—don't attract anyone's attention."

"Yes!" Ye Ning replied, eyes flashing with yearning for the impending great battle.

Finally, Lu Qingshan's gaze fell on Wang Yuyun.

The twenty‑something young woman with a sleek ponytail had been standing straight since earlier, her eyes full of anticipation.

"Yuyun."

"Boss!" Wang Yuyun sprang to her feet like a soldier awaiting orders.

"Ye Ning and Li Zhi'an have gone to the front lines; I need one person to guard this great rear on Hong Kong Island," Lu Qingshan said, looking at her slowly. "We must also erect the framework of the Star Han Investment Group—from front‑office to traders, from legal to administration. Within a month, I need you to assemble a team capable of hard combat."

Wang Yuyun's eyes instantly brightened, her young face filled with astonished surprise.

She had thought she was only a junior trader, handling at most auxiliary tasks, never expecting Lu Qingshan to hand over the entire group's rear base to her!

This is no longer trust; it is a commission!

"Boss, don't worry!" Wang Yuyun's cheeks flushed with excitement; she slapped her chest hard, producing a crisp, resonant sound, clear and powerful, brimming with fearless vigor.

"You go to Capital City and see your sister‑in‑law and niece without worry! Here on Hong Kong Island, I, Wang Yuyun, will look after the home! In a month, I'll raise a women's army for you! If anyone dares to cause trouble in our company while you're away, I'll be the first to cut them down!"

Her words instantly eased the tense atmosphere in the office, even the usually stern Ye Ning couldn't help but laugh.

Lu Qingshan also laughed.

That's the vigor he wants.

With a battlefield veteran like Liang Zhiwei stabilizing the bank's front, sharp knives like Ye Ning and Li Zhi'an piercing the enemy's heart, and a vigorous commander like Wang Yuyun defending the rear,

all the gears of his war machine are in place.

After the instructions were given, the few left one by one; the vast office now held only Lu Qingshan and Lu Qingjun, who had been standing silently beside him.

The setting sun cast golden afterglow through the floor‑to‑ceiling windows, turning Victoria Harbor into a warm orange‑red hue.

Lu Qingjun watched his brother's silhouette; the figure seemed a bit lonely in the spacious office yet powerful enough to reassure. He stepped beside his brother, gazing at the city beneath their stirring storm, his heart a swirl of emotions.

"Brother, Sister Wang and the others are all busy. I'll also go this afternoon to check the new dormitory building for core staff and our little courtyard; we need to have someone tidy them up," Lu Qingjun said, his voice tinged with a dreamlike unreality. "Looking at the Xinghan Bank plan, looking at this Star Han Building, it feels like a dream—on Hong Kong Island we finally have our own roots."

He exhaled deeply, his tone adding a hint of homesick melancholy: "To be honest, brother, I'm starting to miss home. It's been almost a month since we left; the snow in Baishan Village is probably already below the knees by now."

He looked at Lu Qingshan, asking cautiously, "Brother, are we really going back to Capital City? After we finish this, do we pack up and head home?"

Lu Qingshan did not answer immediately; his gaze passed over Victoria Harbor, landing on the knife‑sharp edge of the distant Bank of China Building, his eyes deep as if piercing time itself.

A moment later, he turned slowly, the murderous aura capable of freezing the sea fading, replaced by a rare warmth that only appears before family.

He nodded, his voice light yet filled with absolute affirmation.

"Hmm."

"I miss home."