Chapter 39: The Man Who Shook the Room
Zhou Ming was momentarily stunned. What's going on?
The people around them also looked on in surprise.
Logically, a wealthy figure like Zhou Ming should be someone banks fight over. Yet, the account manager had walked past him without a second glance. Could it be that someone even richer was present?
Under everyone's gaze, the middle-aged man strode directly toward Jiang Han and spoke with utmost respect.
"Are you Mr. Jiang Han?"
Jiang Han gave a small nod.
The man immediately pulled out a business card and presented it with both hands.
"I'm the account manager of Faithful Bank. I happened to be dining here today and didn't expect to meet you."
"You are one of our bank's senior VIPs. I noticed your funds have remained idle for a long time. Our bank offers various high-yield wealth management services—"
The moment his words fell, the entire room went silent.
Zhou Ming stood frozen in place, utterly dumbfounded.
As a businessman, he knew the requirements to be a VIP client at Faithful Bank—a minimum deposit of 1 million yuan. But to be classified as a VVIP client, the requirement was 50 million yuan!
The account manager hadn't disclosed Jiang Han's balance, but the mere fact that he was treated as a senior VIP meant his deposits exceeded 50 million yuan!
Fifty million?!
Zhou Ming's mind reeled. That was more than his father's credit card limit!
No wonder Jiang Han dared to hit him.
But hadn't Huaifeng Company been struggling financially? It still owed the bank 100 million yuan, and thousands of computers remained unsold.
Where did Jiang Han get that kind of money?
Zhou Ming wasn't the only one stunned.
Jiang Zhiyu, who had thought Jiang Han's investment of 15 million was already impressive, now realized he had far more wealth than she had imagined!
The surrounding people erupted into hushed conversations—
"Sh*t! No wonder this guy dared to offend Zhou Ming. Turns out, he's a big shot!"
"Big shot? He's a VVIP at Faithful Bank! Do you know what that means?"
"Yeah! He has at least 50 million in cash lying in the bank! Just think about that!"
"Tsk tsk, in our city, 50 million is already an absurd fortune. But this guy has that much money in liquid cash?!"
"And it might even be more!"
"Wait… doesn't that make him richer than Zhou Yiming?"
"Wow… handsome, low-key, and ridiculously rich. I think I'm in love."
Meanwhile, Jiang Han calmly accepted the business card, his expression indifferent.
"No need. My funds are fine where they are."
His money was already invested in the stock market. Wealth management products weren't useful to him.
Once again, everyone was shocked.
Even at the most conservative estimate, 50 million in financial products could generate at least 2.5 million in annual income. Even a fixed-term deposit would yield 1.5 million in interest.
Yet, Jiang Han didn't care.
For someone like him, keeping money in a bank was equivalent to throwing it away.
The bank manager's expression twitched.
He had worked at the bank for over 20 years but had never encountered such an arrogant client!
This young man had over 50 million in deposits and still didn't care about interest returns…
Realizing Jiang Han wasn't the type to be swayed, he quickly bowed his head.
"Mr. Jiang Han, if you invest with us, I can guarantee at least 3 million yuan in annual returns," the manager offered, unwilling to give up.
Jiang Han simply waved his hand. "Not interested."
Seeing his firm attitude, the manager gave up. "Understood. If you ever need anything, please contact me. I wish you an enjoyable meal."
After he left, Zhou Ming stood rooted to the spot, unable to recover from his shock.
Fifty million in cash… and he didn't even care about interest?!
No wonder Jiang Han had dared to slap him.
More importantly, with Jiang Han's wealth, Huaifeng Company's financial crisis would soon be resolved.
Zhou Ming gritted his teeth. He had planned to watch Huaifeng collapse, but now… that seemed impossible.
He took a deep breath and forced a smile.
"Brother Jiang Han, Zhiyu… enjoy your meal. I'll take my leave."
Grabbing his sister's hand, Zhou Ming left in a hurry, his arrogance completely shattered.
The crowd laughed at the sight.
"Haha! Didn't expect Zhou Ming to be put in his place."
"Serves him right. That guy had it coming."
"Man… I wish I were that rich."
"Wait a second—doesn't that guy belong to Huaifeng Company? Wasn't their chairman in a car accident?"
"Yeah… the company was supposed to go bankrupt. But now it seems there's a turnaround."
"It's ironic. Zhou Ming tried to take advantage of them but ended up humiliated instead. Serves him right!"
Meanwhile, Jiang Zhiyu still hadn't recovered from her shock.
She looked at Jiang Han with a mix of awe and disbelief.
He casually scooped some hotpot ingredients into her bowl and said, "I just wanted a quiet meal with you, but a fool had to come and ruin it. Hurry and eat."
His voice brought Jiang Zhiyu back to reality.
She hesitated for a moment before asking in a serious tone, "Xiaohan… how much money do you really have? And where did you get it?"
Jiang Han shrugged.
"More than 50 million. Don't worry about it—I earned it through stock trading."
More than 50 million?!
In the year 2000, that was an astronomical sum.
And Jiang Han had made it all from stocks?!
Jiang Zhiyu stared at him, completely speechless.