Chapter 338: Twenty Days, Twelve Banks! Is This Something a Human Can Do?!

The heavy Rolls‑Royce door slammed shut with a "bang," completely cutting off all outside noise and prying. Inside, an almost absolute silence fell instantly; the air was scented with premium leather and a faint whiff of cigar wood, luxurious yet restrained, as if it were its own world‑isolated kingdom.

Inside, Wang Yuyun forced down a heartbeat that was so excited it nearly trembled, and immediately began reporting. Her speech was lightning‑fast, yet each word was terrifyingly clear as if precisely calculated; the edges of the folder she gripped whitened slightly from the pressure.

"Boss, while you were away, Xinghan Group has finished building its entire organizational structure on Hong Kong Island, and the core management team is in place. Also, over in London, Ye Ning and Li Zhi'an have already secured the forward base."

A near‑fanatical gleam flashed in Wang Yuyun's eyes. "They followed your orders and registered the Victoria Opportunity Fund in London, and have already begun the first round of private fundraising. You would never guess that the most eager investors now are actually British domestic aristocrats, bankers, and some mid‑size hedge funds! They're sharpening their minds to shove money at us, believing this is a perfect chance to ride the Eastern Stock God in snapping up core Yingzi assets and even take part in building the future Hong Kong Island for huge profits!"

Lu Qingjun, sitting nearby, was dumbfounded and couldn't help muttering a curse under his breath: "Damn! Using the British guys' money to short the British guys' bottom? Brother, your move is downright outrageous!"

Lu Qingshan showed no surprise on his face, merely giving a faint nod while his fingertips rhythmically tapped the genuine‑leather armrest. "To punish the heart, nothing could be more fitting." This was exactly the outcome he wanted; nothing torments the enemy more than using their own capital to raze their stronghold. He could even picture the spectacular expressions on those self‑styled noble investors' faces when the truth came out.

"Well done."

Receiving the praise, Wang Yuyun's cheeks flushed slightly; she inhaled deeply, as if about to drop a real bomb, her voice trembling with shock: "One more thing. Bank President Liang Zhiwei of Xinghan Bank, let me report to you…"

She deliberately paused, as if gathering her words to make the news sound less shocking. The air inside seemed to solidify, and even Lu Qingjun held his breath.

"The original plan to finish twelve branch locations within a month has… been completed ahead of schedule! More branches are in preparation. He has recruited talent from Standard Chartered, HSBC and other major banks, dealt with every local ruffian and Municipal Department trouble. All staff, equipment, and security systems are in place; just waiting for your single command, we can launch all twelve branches and list them simultaneously!"

"What?!"

This time, Lu Qingshan's mountain‑steady composure finally cracked! The rhythmic tapping of his fingertips stopped abruptly, his body snapped upright, as if struck by electricity; a flash of incredulous, sharp light shot from his deep eyes, and his voice rose a few notches.

Beside him, Lu Qingjun looked as if struck by lightning, his mouth opening wide enough to fit an egg, stammering, "T‑…twenty days? Twelve branches? Manager Wang, you're not kidding, are you? This…this the f‑‑‑ is something a person could actually pull off?!"

Lu Qingshan ignored his brother's outburst, staring intently at Wang Yuyun to confirm she wasn't joking. A colossal wave surged in his mind in an instant.

Twenty days! On Hong Kong Island, where every inch of land is priceless, approval procedures are maddeningly complex, and major powers are tangled, to start from scratch and build twelve fully licensed, fully staffed bank branches ready to open at any moment? This is no longer a matter of execution strength; it's a miracle! He had just sealed a Ten-year Agreement in Capital City and was preparing to carve a bloody path through the knives‑and‑fire of London, assuming it would be a grueling, protracted war, but Liang Zhiwei used unfathomable, almost supernatural tactics to deliver him a fortress‑like rear base! These twelve branches aren't merely bank outlets; they are twelve strongholds inserted into Hong Kong Island's financial heart, twelve war forts that can continuously draw in capital and funnel artillery, the most solid backing and Ammunition Depot for his entire London campaign!

A storm of awe roiled inside Lu Qingshan; he had thought Liang Zhiwei was an excellent steward, but now realized he had vastly underestimated him! This is no mere steward; it's a peerless talent who creates possibilities from impossibilities! Such a silent yet world‑shaking ability…

This Liang Zhiwei is not just talent; he's an outright monster—a monster capable of creating miracles!

"Good! Excellent!" The shock in Lu Qingshan's eyes instantly turned into a dazzling blaze; he slammed the seat armrest hard, producing a muffled thud, and praised sincerely, "Liang Zhiwei is talent! He's our hero! Such a great achievement deserves a massive reward! Tell him, whatever I, Lu Qingshan, can provide, give it to him! Reward him to the death!"

The car glided smoothly into Central, and outside the windows rose a sea of skyscrapers that pierced the clouds.

Lu Qingshan stared at the landmark now renamed "Xinghan Tower," a surge of unstoppable passion stirring in his chest. He thought of his wife and daughters still waiting for his return in Capital City, of their gentle smiles, and his War Intent grew ever firmer. Banks are the circulatory hub of modern economics and also the bridgehead and Ammunition Depot for launching a trans‑national Financial War. With these twelve branches, he now possessed, on Hong Kong Island, his most solid logistical base and twelve forts that could continuously funnel artillery.

He turned his head, looking at the expectant Wang Yuyun, his voice low yet carrying a chilling, murderous aura that seemed to drop the car's temperature.

"Tell Liang Zhiwei, set the opening ceremony for three days from now."

"Three days later?" Wang Yuyun was startled; that timeline was too tight, even the invitation letters wouldn't be ready.

A cold curve lifted the corner of Lu Qingshan's mouth; his gaze seemed to pierce the car window, pierce this bustling metropolis, and reach the distant world financial center, making the air in the cabin thicken with his emanating presence.

"Yes, exactly three days later. We don't need to send out mass invitations, because I'll make the opening itself the biggest news, the headline of every global financial media! Not only will we open, I'll also turn this opening ceremony into the first cannonball we fire at London Financial City—a cannonball they'll never forget, a blast that, whenever they hear 'Xinghan', will strike fear to the core, tearing their hearts and guts apart!"