"Sir! This is the headquarters of HSBC Bank."
Canary Wharf area, HSBC Tower——
The bearded coachman parked the carriage. Since Du Yongxiao paid the price for a one-pound tip, he got out of the car enthusiastically and opened the door for Du Yongxiao himself.
Du Yongxiao squinted in the car for a while, opened his eyes when he heard the sound, saw the car door open, and then got up and got out of the car.
There was still drizzle in the sky. Du Yongxiao looked up and wondered how long it would take for it to stop.
"Sir, that's the bank over there!" The driver opened a black umbrella very considerately, and at Du Yongxiao's signal, he personally escorted Du Yongxiao to the door of the bank.
"Thank you, friend!" Du Yongxiao took out two pounds from his pocket and handed it over, "The rest will be considered as a reward!"
The bearded coachman smiled happily again. In fact, the fare was not even one pound, but the wealthy oriental gentleman once again rewarded him with one pound, which made the bearded coachman happy.
"Thank you, sir! You are such a good man, may God bless you!" The bearded man bowed slightly and said goodbye to Du Yongxiao.
Du Yongxiao turned around and walked towards the HSBC Bank lobby.
When the two Indian guys guarding the door saw that Du Yongxiao was Chinese, they wanted to stop him and ask a few questions. Seeing that Du Yongxiao was generous, they immediately stopped their contemptuous eyes, stood at attention, and smiled when Du Yongxiao passed by them.
Stepping into the lobby, the entire headquarters is magnificent and has a retro style.
At the front desk, several men dressed as gentlemen were handling business.
In the leisure area, three or five ladies were drinking coffee and chatting.
Seeing Du Yongxiao come in, the lobby manager with a mustache and a suit greeted him politely and asked in an authentic British accent: "Sir, how can I help?"
"I'm here -" Before Du Yongxiao could finish his words, a ghost guy next to him waved to the lobby manager.
Lobby manager: "Wait a moment!" Leaving aside Du Yongxiao, he walked straight towards the ghost guy and started talking to him enthusiastically.
Du Yongxiao stood there alone and waited for almost three or four minutes before the lobby manager walked back. He was still so gentlemanly and polite on the surface: "Oh, by the way, sir, what are you talking about?"
Just as Du Yongxiao was about to speak, another lady from the leisure area not far away greeted the lobby manager.
"Sorry, please wait!" The lobby manager once again left Du Yongxiao aside and went to talk to the lady.
In his eyes, serving guests is his bounden duty, but guests are divided into three, six, and nine grades. Obviously, Du Yongxiao, who has yellow skin and dark eyes, does not belong to the upper class.
Du Yongxiao didn't expect to receive VIP treatment here. He shrugged and walked straight to the front desk.
The female bank clerk saw him and asked politely: "What business does sir do?"
"Hello!" Du Yongxiao put his hands on the stage, "My name is Du John, and I would like to inquire about my deposit--"
"Okay, sir! Please show me your identification -" the female staff member smiled politely at Du Yongxiao.
Du Yongxiao took out the identity certificate that Shen Bi had applied for for him from his arms and stuffed it through the window.
The female clerk took the certificate, looked through it carefully, and quickly raised her head to ask Du Yongxiao about his deposit.
Du Yongxiao replied one by one.
The female staff member began to type on the keyboard with both hands and conduct inquiries on the computer.
Bank computer systems in this era were not as popular as they would be in the future, but HSBC, one of the world's largest banks, had already used them.
"Oh God!"
Less than three minutes later, the female staff looked at the screen and covered her mouth in surprise.
Her move shocked the companion next to her, "What's going on?" After saying that, he also looked towards the screen, and then he also exclaimed: "Oh, my God!"
The lobby manager was chatting with the lady with a little moustache. When he noticed something was wrong at the counter, he said "Sorry" and walked over, "What happened?"
"Nothing, just this gentleman's deposit--" the female staff member pointed to the screen.
The lobby manager looked over curiously and saw a series of numbers on it, "What, two million?"
One million pounds was not a small sum in this era. The great American writer Mark Twain even wrote a movie called "One Million Pounds" and made it into a movie in 1954.
The lobby manager looked at the computer screen and then at Du Yongxiao with an expression of disbelief.
He has worked in a bank for so many years and has seen many rich people. Logically speaking, he should not react too much. The problem is that the person with two million pounds turned out to be a Chinese with black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin! And the other party is still so young!
"What, what's the problem?" Du Yongxiao was still waiting for a reply. When he saw the female staff and the lobby manager looked surprised, they thought something went wrong because Shen Bi didn't help him handle the matter.
"Oh, it's nothing! God!" The lobby manager changed his contemptuous attitude towards Du Yongxiao, put on a warm smile on his face, walked to Du Yongxiao and bowed again: "Please forgive me, dear customer! I didn't expect you to be so young. He is actually a VIP of our bank."
Du Yongxiao had no time to answer him and just asked the blond female clerk: "May I ask how much money is in my account."
"Two million pounds, sir!" the female clerk said in an envious tone.
"Two million?" Du Yongxiao frowned.
He gave Shen Bi 30 million Hong Kong dollars, which should be equivalent to 2.06 million pounds in pounds. Now, after a wash, 60,000 pounds were directly washed away, equivalent to 870,000 Hong Kong dollars. I don't know whether the washed money fell into Shen Bi's pocket or the bank's pocket.
"What, is there any problem, sir?" the lobby manager asked in the gentlest tone.
"Oh, it's okay!" Du Yongxiao nodded, "But now I need a place to live, a means of transportation, and preferably a housekeeper and a servant!"
"Don't worry! Dear sir, we at HSBC serve VIP customers. Whether it's a house, a car, or a housekeeper and maid, we will prepare it for you right away!"
Anyway, all the money will be deducted from the account, and you might even get a generous tip. Of course the lobby manager is happy to oblige.
So, while Du Yongxiao was drinking coffee, the mustachioed lobby manager started making phone calls and personally helping him run forward and backward.
Soon he helped Du Yongxiao contact a suburban villa that was for sale, and ordered a new model of Bentley car for Du Yongxiao directly from the car dealer.
As for the housekeeper and servants, he also helped Du Yongxiao arrange them very quickly. According to what he said, "You can just pack your bags and move in!"
Of course, after completing these things, Du Yongxiao's two million pound account was directly deducted 100,000 pounds, which was converted into 1.4 million Hong Kong dollars!
In other words, Du Yongxiao spent millions on the second day after arriving in London.
When the lobby manager handed the garage contract to Du Yongxiao, he said: "Dear VIP customer, I am honored to serve you!" The gesture was full of flattery and respect.
(End of chapter)
