"For someone of your net worth, this might seem trivial."
"But it’s a small token of our appreciation from China Construction Bank to our ultra-high-end private banking clients."
Zhou Yu waved to the two male employees behind him.
Two exquisitely crafted, ornate rosewood boxes were placed on the table.
The box on the left was opened, revealing a dazzling golden sheen.
Inside were ten 500-gram gold bars.
"President Qi, these ten gold bars are a small token of our appreciation from China Construction Bank."
"At the current gold price of 280 yuan per gram, they should be worth 1.4 million."
"If you find an avid collector, the price could be significantly higher."
Zhou Yu smiled and opened the box on the right.
"Inside is the custom-made Intelligent Dragon Card we prepared exclusively for you."
"The 8 million credit limit for the Dragon Card is the highest our bank can offer. We hope you understand."
Qi Sheng smiled and nodded, quite satisfied with the credit limit on the Intelligent Dragon Card.
Even the Cosmic Bank’s Centurion Black Gold Card only had a limit 2 million higher.
To someone of his net worth, an extra 2 million was nothing.
Qi Sheng took out his own private banking card to compare it with the new Dragon Card.
Both cards had a base color of a mysterious and dignified pure black.
But the dragon on the private banking card was silver, while the dragon on the Intelligent Dragon Card was gold.
The front of both featured a line of raised account numbers, the bright silver font standing out against the pure black background.
They looked extremely high-end, and the card number ending in eight 8s was very pleasing to the eye.
Besides the string of eight 8s at the end, the birthday numbers Qi Sheng had requested...
...appeared in the second group of four digits of the card number.
Qi Sheng toyed with the two cards, feeling a surge of emotion.
’The once-unattainable Intelligent Dragon Card.’
’Now, a top figure like the Vice President of China Construction Bank is delivering it to me in person.’
’Money alone isn’t enough; you need social status, too.’
Mingyu Financial Square had undoubtedly boosted his social standing out of thin air.
Otherwise, an incredibly busy Vice President like Zhou Yu would never have made a personal visit for a client with only a little over seventy million in his account.
"President Qi, aside from these more tangible welcoming gifts..."


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