They surrounded me right after the breakup.

When President Liu hung up the phone with Jiang Han, it was 8:43 p.m.

He sat in a leather chair in his study.

All the materials were laid out in front of him: a draft of the family office plan, a list of trust products, and a private banking service manual.

I've been preparing the materials for over half a month, but the time hasn't come yet.

Now the opportunity has arrived, but the method is completely different from what he expected.

It wasn't something he actively sought out; Jiang Han attacked it on his own.

He finished his herbal tea and picked up the landline phone.

"Old Qian, go to the office now."

"Get Mr. Jiang's entire family office plan, reduce the service fee to zero, and minimize the transaction fee. Also, bring the list of the underlying assets of the trust; I need it tomorrow morning."

"Have the HR department draft an employment contract overnight, with the position set as Senior Client Manager in the Private Banking Department and Family Office Specialist, and the salary at the level of a deputy department head."

Old Qian on the other end of the phone paused for a few seconds.

"Manager, isn't this salary standard too high? According to our SPD Bank's internal regulations..."

"Special approval," Bank Manager Liu interrupted him.

"It comes with 1 billion RMB in assets under management (AUM), not even counting Xingyue Media's future corporate deposits!"

"The salary cap is for ordinary people, not her."

After hanging up the phone, Director Liu leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes for a while.

He worked at the Jingzhou branch of Shanghai Pudong Development Bank for eight years.

I've seen too many account managers; some rely on connections to attract deposits, while others rely on their smooth talk to sell products.

But Qiu Siyao is one of a kind.

The following morning, at Yunqi Mountain Villa.

When the doorbell rang, Lin Yaoyao had just put the dishes into the dishwasher.

She wiped her hands and went to open the door, where a middle-aged man in his fifties was standing.

He wore a dark gray suit, his hair was neatly combed, and he was carrying a briefcase.

"May I ask who you are?"

"I'm Liu Ming from Shanghai Pudong Development Bank, here to see Ms. Qiu Siyao."

Lin Yaoyao stepped aside to let the person in and called out to the upstairs.

"Yaoyao, Mr. Liu from Shanghai Pudong Development Bank is here."

When Qiu Siyao came downstairs, her hair was not yet styled.

Wearing a beige cardigan, with her hair down, she sat on the sofa.

President Liu laid out the three contracts one by one on the coffee table.

The left side shows the family office service agreement, and the right side shows the employment contract.

The signature page was covered with sticky notes, with key terms circled in red.

She picked up the employment contract and flipped to the salary section.

"President Liu, this salary is much higher than I expected. Considering my previous position at China Merchants Bank..."

"Manager Qiu, your job title was determined by China Merchants Bank, and your salary was determined by Shanghai Pudong Development Bank."

Qiu Siyao did not refuse again and picked up the pen to sign the contract.

After signing, she pushed the contract back.

"Manager Qiu, welcome to SPD Bank."

After President Liu left, Qiu Siyao reopened the employment contract.

Lin Yaoyao leaned closer and rested her chin on her shoulder.

"Yaoyao, I didn't know that senior managers at banks could earn this much?"

"This isn't the market price; it's a premium."

Qiu Siyao understood that what President Liu valued was not just her as a person, but Jiang Han, who stood behind her.

That afternoon, at the Private Banking Department of Shanghai Pudong Development Bank's Jingzhou Branch.

Qiu Siyao arrived at her new post under the guidance of a specialist.

The door was open, and the inside was very clean.

There was a pothos plant on the table, a few sprigs of lisianthus in a vase, and a stack of seasonal product brochures next to the computer.

There was a sticky note on the corner of the table, with the words "Good luck on the job" written by Director Liu.

She picked up the sticky note, looked at it for two seconds, stuck it to the edge of the screen, and pressed the corner of the sticky note firmly with her finger.

Then she pulled out a chair and sat down, looking out at the CBD skyline.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. She opened the product brochure to the first page, took out a pen, and began to annotate each page.

Old Qian stood in the corridor, peeked through the half-open door, and then turned to look at Director Liu.

"She started annotating product manuals on her very first day at work. How did China Merchants Bank let go of an account manager like that?"

"Because China Merchants Bank doesn't think she's important."

Bank Manager Liu took off his reading glasses, wiped them, and put them back on.

What do you think?

"I think she's probably even harder to come by than Mr. Jiang's billion."

Bank Manager Liu didn't respond; he simply pushed his reading glasses up his nose.

"Old Qian, please inform the entire private banking department that there will be a short meeting at 8:30 tomorrow morning."

"There's only one topic: welcoming the new colleague. No need to prepare any reports; just get everyone together and let Manager Qiu introduce us."

Old Qian nodded.

He worked at this branch for six years and witnessed dozens of new employee welcome parties.

Most of the time it's just a formality. The newcomer stands up and introduces themselves for three minutes, everyone applauds, and then everyone goes back to their workstations.

However, the level of protocol that President Liu personally notified and specifically emphasized was something he had only seen when leaders from the head office came down for research.

At 10:00 a.m. the following morning, Jiang Han's personal funds were transferred to his Pudong Development Bank account.

When Lao Qian pushed open the door, he was holding a confirmation letter in his hand; the paper still carried the warmth of the printer.

"Manager, the business department just shared a message that the financial director of Xingyue Media called this morning and said he wants to come over to open a corporate account."

"They said the business license and all the necessary permits are ready and can be processed today."

President Liu tucked the confirmation letter into Jianghan's file folder and looked up at Lao Qian.

"Do you know what the corporate bank account of Xingyue Media means?"

"This means that President Jiang is not only transferring his personal savings, but also all of Xingyue Media's operating cash flow, payroll processing, and project settlements will be handled by Pudong Development Bank from now on."

Old Qian paused for a moment, then said, "President, if this corporate business is successfully implemented, it will fill more than half of the shortfall in our branch's corporate deposit target for this year."

"You don't know the size of Xingyue Media. The combined revenue of its three business lines—music copyright, film and television investment, and artist management—is no less than Mr. Jiang's personal savings."

"Go and get the best account manager from the corporate branch to handle Xingyue's account opening business. Postpone everyone else's."

"Also, whether it's the CFO or a regular accountant, they should all be received with the highest level of hospitality."

Half an hour later, Fang Chongwen appeared at the door of the VIP room of the private banking department of Pudong Development Bank.

Qiu Siyao was waiting for him in the VIP room. The two had known each other for a long time, and their reunion was quite cordial.

"Teacher Fang, it's been a long time."

"It hasn't been too long." Fang Chongwen placed the file bag on the table and looked around at the furnishings of the VIP room.

"The last time I saw you was in Xingyue's conference room, and now you've moved to Pudong Development Bank."

"Time flies." She pushed the tea she had brewed in advance in front of him; the tea in the cup was still steaming.

Two colleagues from the corporate department sat next to Qiu Siyao. After they finished exchanging pleasantries, she began to introduce the corporate business.

"Mr. Fang, let's finish the certificate verification and system entry first, and the account can be activated tomorrow."

Fang Chongwen placed the teacup on the table and leaned forward slightly.

"By the way, Chairman Jiang asked me to tell you that after the corporate account is opened, Xingyue's salary payments and employee social security deductions will all be transferred to Pudong Development Bank."