In the evening, Chang Le, shirtless and wearing shorts, leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, drinking a soda and admiring the bustling and glamorous night view of Victoria Harbour.
The nightlife in Hong Kong at night was as colorful and dazzling as the night view of Victoria Harbour.
As long as you had money, there would be colorful and extravagant nights filled with revelry.
But Chang Le didn't like it. The dissolute and unrestrained lifestyle from his past life had disappeared since the beginning of this life.
His temperament became more steady and restrained, and he only enjoyed a simple and pure life.
"This is called growing up."
These past two days were the weekend, and the market was closed for trading.
Chang Le wandered through the streets and alleys of Hong Kong with his DSLR camera, snacking on small bites and exploring the scenes often seen in movies.
Like the Queen's Square in A Better Tomorrow, where Little Horse ate noodles;
Or the busy and bustling Yau Ma Tei Police Station in many police dramas, and the old buildings and small eateries scattered throughout Sham Shui Po on the Kowloon Peninsula;
And the iconic Temple Street that influenced a whole generation...
Fortunately, he bumped into Stephen Chow while browsing a department store in Causeway Bay.
Stephen Chow, with his full head of white hair, coincidentally wore the same white old-school shirt as Chang Le.
Hmm, a pure cotton old-school shirt for 30 yuan.
Chang Le wasn't a fan chaser, but he couldn't help but favor some actors who left a mark on the era, especially someone like Stephen Chow who had already gained a unique status.
At Chang Le's request, Stephen Chow happily took a photo with the overly handsome guy in front of him and even signed his name on Chang Le's sweatshirt.
Finally, he jokingly asked in broken Mandarin, "Are you really not an actor?"
After receiving confirmation, he said sullenly, "Well, that's okay. Being an actor isn't a good job anyway."
In the evening, Chang Le routinely reported to Tan Xiaoya about his daily activities.
Tan Xiaoya asked Chang Le about his personal aspirations.
"Lezi, today your homeroom teacher, Mr. Yuan, called me. He said that except for the top few elite schools, you can fill in other schools with your grades. He cares about you a lot and specially recommended several good universities. I think they're all pretty good."
A year ago, Tan Xiaoya never imagined that the names of these often-heard universities would be associated with her own son. She only hoped he could get into a decent regular undergraduate program.
"I've thought about it, and I'll choose Jiang University."
"Jiang University? Why?"
"Dad's alma mater, and Jiangzhou is close to home. I miss you guys and can come back anytime."
"Come on, you've been away for half a month, and we haven't seen you come back."
"Hehe..."
"Jiang University, well, that's fine. But your score is a bit of a pity, after all, Jiang University has been declining in recent years."
"Mom, reputation is just reputation and doesn't determine one's life. Many universities without much fame are still excellent."
"Although that's true, the name of the school still helps a lot. Let your dad and I discuss it again."
......
The trading continued until the end of August.
By the end of August, Chang Le finished trading and settled his positions.
The harvest... wasn't exaggerated, it was in the tens of millions.
Entering with eight digits and exiting with ten digits, a very reasonable multiplier.
Due to multiple enthusiastic invitations, Chang Le specially came to the headquarters building of Bank of China Hong Kong.
As a premium client, the warm hospitality of Bank of China Hong Kong was only natural.
After all, a cash flow of over ten figures should and would be treated specially.
Today's situation was different from that of over ten years later. The quantitative easing of the Federal Reserve had not been fully implemented, the printing presses of mainstream central banks had not expanded their production lines, and the purchasing power of mainstream currencies remained relatively strong.
This was clearly reflected in property prices.
The VIP customer room of Bank of China.
The president personally appeared, the vice president was actively involved, and relevant department heads were all present.
There were also beautiful and elegant customer service officers, pouring tea, inquiring about needs, and caring attentively.
Their actions were enough to turn steel into silk with their sweet smiles and those big, charming peach blossom eyes, which always conveyed multiple meanings in their twinkling.
Who wouldn't like a handsome and wealthy young man?
Of course, the communication between the two sides remained superficial, with only polite greetings and minimal business recommendations to leave a good impression on both parties.
However, the ultimate goal was still business recommendations.
Bank of China earnestly hoped and begged Chang Le to consider Bank of China Hong Kong in future banking and related financial matters.
Furthermore, in the future, whether in work or life, if Chang Le had any questions or needs, Bank of China Hong Kong would actively respond and fully satisfy them.
Bank of China Hong Kong would assign a truly professional VVVIP customer service officer to Chang Le, who was the beautiful, elegant, and sweet big sister with peach blossom eyes.
Her name was Zhou Yuan, matching her person and shining brightly together, exuding a rich aura in every move!
After brief pleasantries, Chang Le received a black credit card made of an unknown material.
It had Chang Le's name and the number "12" on it.
Bank of China Hong Kong explained that this was a specially customized credit card given by the president and was not open to any form of application. The standards for gifting were very strict and top-notch.
Zhou Yuan told him that so far, the bank had only given out 12 cards, including Chang Le's.
Zhou Yuan even specifically mentioned the names of the previous 11 recipients.
Listening to the names of these 11 people, Chang Le felt a moment of satisfaction with the fleeting vanity in his heart.
Well, judging from the current and future development trajectory, none of these 11 people were anything less than top-notch tycoons or about to become top-notch tycoons.
Obviously, Bank of China Hong Kong not only considered cash flow but also took into account Chang Le's potential to be compared with those top tycoons.
They were really good judges of character!
Naturally, the credit card limit was theoretically unlimited, unless... there was no money left.
In terms of specific functions, besides the basic high credit limit card functions, it also included various VIP benefits seen on the market.
Of course, special preferences like turning an airplane around were hard to satisfy and not in line with the national and social conditions.
But all other special benefits heard of, seen, or thought of were included.
In short, the principle was: solve problems immediately if possible, accelerate the solution if temporarily impossible, and make every effort to solve difficult problems.
In other words, you ask questions, I propose solutions, and implement them firmly.
Money was really a good thing!
Chang Le didn't pay much attention to these so-called VIP benefits.
After all, most major banks around the world operated similarly, eagerly giving money to the wealthy and adding icing to the cake, while closing their doors to those in need or cutting off their last source of funds.
Things that involved risks were absolutely not done.
After bidding farewell to the senior executives, Chang Le walked out of the Bank of China Hong Kong headquarters building. Just as he was about to descend the stairs, a young man came out of the building behind him.
The young man was slim, had a buzz cut, a square face, and a tall and straight figure. His whole person exuded a vigorous and heroic aura, with a hint of arrogance.
Completely different from the arrogance and decadence of those financial laborers.
"I think I just saw you. What's your name, Jiang...?" Chang Le had some impression of the young man.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, Mr. Chang. Let me introduce myself first. My name is Jiang Zhenjun, and I'm your client manager..."
"Oh, Mr. Jiang, hello!" Chang Le shook hands with him warmly.
Chang Le's attitude gained Jiang Zhenjun's favor and also inspired his confidence.
"Hello, Mr. Chang. Do you have time? To thank you for your support in my work, I'd like to invite you to dinner."
"Dinner? Sure." Chang Le checked the time. "It's just about lunchtime now?"
"Thank you! I know a restaurant that serves good food."
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