The Hong Kong Bank, the largest financial institution in the city, had become a magnet for hundreds of eager businessmen every day, its profits shattering records with each passing month. Yet, to turn its immense machinery in a precise direction, one needed not only control over the bank president but also the loyalty of every subordinate beneath him.
"Prepare a few crates," Liuchen instructed, his tone unyielding.
"Silver, sir?" the attendant asked.
"No. Gold. We'll fill their bellies before winter sets in."
Though Liuchen was a majority shareholder, his influence wasn't absolute. Without a controlling stake, even he might encounter resistance. To overcome it, he relied on a simple yet timeless strategy: overwhelming generosity, delivered through gold.
It was time to drown hesitation and resistance in wealth.
Far to the north, in the heart of southern Manchuria, the Far Eastern Army had made its base in Shenyang.
