I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2158 - 1383: Zhuge Xi

"Why are you folks just standing around? Grab your phones now—this fool claimed he's sending over twenty billion, the bank's already alerted the cops, and this could make you all viral stars!"

The chubby bald guy pushed down a weird terror bubbling inside, thrusting his arms up amid the shrill alarm's wail, bellowing at full volume.

As a factory boss, he'd come here today to sort out paychecks for his workers, which explained his haste and the crash en route.

His operation isn't large, employing only about thirty or forty people. Monthly payroll runs roughly 250,000 to 300,000, and his circle of acquaintances stays in similar circles. The biggest shot he's ever crossed paths with was a clothing magnate valued at more than a billion, spotted by chance at a gathering, though he never even got close enough to chat.

Tossing around twenty billion like it's nothing.

Ha.

His brain can't even fathom the level that reaches.

"Grab him! The man's either crazy or running a scam! What are you waiting for—cuff him already?"

Once he'd stirred up the bank's patrons, the bald fellow began prodding the guards. As a leader himself, he naturally took charge boldly in crises like this.

Yet not all could react as swiftly as he did. The customers exchanged bewildered glances, while the security team, facing something so unprecedented, stood frozen in confusion.

With the crowd all stunned, the plump bald man pulled out his cell, flipped on the camera to record a quick clip for social media, certain it'd explode online.

However, as he aimed at Jiang Chen, the display went pitch dark—somebody had covered the lens with a palm.

—A palm clad in fine silk.

The bald fat man whipped around and froze in shock.

Ho.

Such a throng.

"Sir, kindly store your phone away."

The one who'd obstructed the shot withdrew the hand, offering a courteous smile laced with firm command.

As a minor entrepreneur, the rotund bald guy knew how to gauge the vibe, so he stashed his device without a peep of complaint.

"Appreciate your cooperation."

His counterpart gave a slight nod, then strode ahead.

Dazed, the bald man stared as the group flowed past.

Somehow, the frantic sirens had fallen silent.

The silk-gloved figure guided the entourage straight to Jiang Chen and Cao Jinse, exchanging words with the pair.

The bald man's mouth quivered, his hand instinctively rising to dab at his brow.

Though he'd never witnessed it firsthand, if memory served, the director of Heaven and Earth Bank always donned pristine white silk gloves, come rain or shine, turning it into their trademark look.

This was Heaven and Earth Bank.

No one else would have the guts to copy the director's style, would they?

A faint twitch crossed the bald man's features, but not from fury—his pulse quickened wildly.

Heaven and Earth Bank, a fresh private institution, wielded immense influence and tangled connections, drawing elite Kyoto players to stash their fortunes there.

Even if it's mere rumor, rumors don't spread without basis.

Plus, sans solid support, who'd risk branding a bank "Heaven and Earth Bank"?

Survival in Kyoto demands keen senses.

Once he caught wind of Heaven and Earth Bank's vast clout, he swiftly ditched his deal with the招商 bank, switching payroll to Heaven and Earth Bank and insisting his staff sign up too.

In the trade world, cozy ties with a bank prove vital; trouble can strike anytime, and then nothing beats a bank's reliability over kin or pals.

Still, he'd only snagged basic Gold Card access, with elite levels like Black Card, Red Card...

And.

That elusive Silver Card, unknown to him until this moment.

"Big Brother!"

The plump bald man itched to bolt, but logic warned that reality bites hard in the real world, and he knew its harsh bite all too well—a true heavyweight could crush him like a bug.

Heaven and Earth Bank's director no doubt ranked among those titans; to them, even that billion-strong tycoon from before would be child's play.

And the "youngster" drawing the director's personal visit? That said it all.

"Big Brother!"

Forcing a grin, the bald man embraced a do-or-die spirit, ditching any thought of slinking off to instead shove through boldly, pulling all eyes his way.

Jiang Chen stayed silent, so Zhuge Xi, Heaven and Earth Bank's chief, signaled his team to part the way.

The hefty bald guy shuffled nearer with a dopey smile, his tough exterior melting into an oddly endearing, innocent vibe.

"Big Brother, if you really think it's unjust, summon the traffic cops. If they rule against us, we'll own up fully."

Just who was this "big brother"?

Zhuge Xi watched on without meddling.

"No, no, no, that's not it at all, big brother—it's on me, I'll pay the fine, and I'll make damn sure to act right next time—no, drive right."

Jiang Chen gave a nod, uninterested in dragging it out, "I've wrapped up here, carry on."

"No rush from me!"

The bald fat man shot back fast, battling the impulse to slip him a card, and even passed up a shot to acknowledge the nearby Heaven and Earth Bank director.

Heaven and Earth Bank truly earns its grand title—to a humble factory head like him, these folks were like gods with endless might.