"This… how is this possible?!"
The deputy manager cried out in shock. He leapt to his feet and anxiously asked the receptionist, "Where is that client?!"
"H-He's still waiting in the lobby…"
"Idiot!"
The deputy manager cursed in frustration. Then, flustered beyond belief, he rushed out of his office even more frantically than the receptionist had earlier.
And for good reason—Class A clearance allowed access to information on clients with assets in the billions. If even he couldn't access the data, it meant this client's level surpassed Class A… to Class S!
That implied at least fifty billion USD in assets—an astronomical figure!
Anyone of such status would be a global power player, commanding respect and attention wherever they went—even the Swiss Bank had to take them seriously.
Just before he burst out of the office, the deputy manager turned around and quickly said, "No, I'm not qualified to receive this client. I'll contact the president immediately. You go and escort him to the top-level VIP suite! Notify the general manager! Move!"
With that, he shoved the receptionist out the door.
Only now did the receptionist truly understand what Ye Yun had meant earlier—it wasn't arrogance. It was a kind reminder backed by unshakable confidence.
...
Ten minutes later, Ye Yun was seated comfortably in a luxuriously decorated VIP lounge. But the person attending him was no longer the receptionist—it was a stunning woman in a sleek office outfit.
This Western beauty had a tall, alluring figure. Her long, shapely legs could draw the attention of any man. She wore her burgundy hair in elegant waves, her features were strikingly beautiful, and her blue eyes were expressive and bright. Her full red lips added to her seductive charm.
She wore a classic white blouse tucked into a black pencil skirt—elegant and perfectly fitted.
If Ye Yun had to rate her out of 100, he'd give her a 95.
The missing 5 points? Her "assets" couldn't quite compare to those of Gu Fei or Ivanka—but that was no fault of hers. Those two were simply in a league of their own.
Still, this woman wasn't just a pretty face. She was the general manager of the Swiss Bank Headquarters, and her name was Alya.
Upon receiving the deputy manager's alert, she had immediately dropped everything to personally welcome Ye Yun.
"No need. I don't like coffee."
Ye Yun frowned slightly and waved off the refreshment offer. His experience with Swiss Bank's coffee wasn't exactly pleasant.
Alya's expression changed at once. She asked seriously, with a trace of nervousness, "If there's something else you'd like to drink, please let me know—I'll prepare it right away!"
"No need to trouble yourself. I'm not thirsty."
Ye Yun replied casually. He was here to activate a card, not to enjoy afternoon tea.
With nothing else to do, he glanced around the VIP lounge. The lavish décor impressed even him—it nearly rivaled the antique luxury of his own estate's villas.
As Ye Yun looked around, Alya was secretly observing him as well.
He was, by far, the highest-level client she had ever served—high enough to alarm the bank president.
The last time the president was alerted like this was when Jack Ma visited… But this young man is also from L Country, younger and far more handsome. Could he be Jack Ma's son?
Alya's thoughts wandered as she took in Ye Yun's handsome face. Her curiosity grew stronger, and she couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Ye, may I ask what line of work you're in?"
"Me? I run a wine—"
Ye Yun shrugged and was just about to answer, when a stern, elderly voice suddenly cut in from the doorway.
"Alya, you've crossed the line!"
Ye Yun and Alya both looked toward the voice.
A dignified old man entered the room, accompanied by several high-ranking bank officials. He frowned as he cast a cold glance at Alya.
Seeing him, Alya's face instantly turned pale. She rose to her feet and bowed deeply, her voice trembling, "I apologize, Chairman. I shouldn't have asked about Mr. Ye's private affairs!"
The Swiss Bank was famous for its strict confidentiality policies. Even as the general manager with Class A clearance, Alya was not authorized to access Ye Yun's information.
Her question had been a major overstep—a serious offense by their standards.
But what truly terrified her was the fact that it wasn't the president, but the chairman himself who had come!
Just what kind of identity did this man named Ye Yun have?
The chairman ignored Alya and turned to Ye Yun. He bowed slightly and apologized sincerely, "Mr. Ye Yun, I'm Joyce Robin, Chairman of UBS Group. I must offer my deepest apologies for what just occurred. It was a failure of our internal discipline. We're willing to offer compensation."
……
Ye Yun glanced at Alya, who looked as pale as a ghost and was visibly trembling. He shook his head and said, "It's unnecessary. It wasn't a big deal. Let's get to business."
Seeing that Ye Yun held no grudge, Chairman Robin finally smiled. He frowned slightly and turned to Alya. "I'll deal with you later. You may leave for now."
"Yes, sir."
Alya didn't dare say another word and left the lounge, thoroughly dejected.
Once she and the other staff without proper clearance had exited, Chairman Robin turned to Ye Yun with a smile.
"Mr. Ye, you're here to activate your Nine-Star Black Card, correct?"
It was precisely the news of this cardholder's arrival that had prompted him to come in person.
"That's right. What procedures are required for activation?"
Ye Yun asked, taking out his one-of-a-kind Nine-Star Black Card.
Each Black Card had a unique design. His was adorned with a mandala blossom—an ancient sacred flower from Indian mythology.
Seeing the card, Chairman Robin's eyes widened. Even he had never seen a Nine-Star Black Card before.
Suppressing his excitement, he recalled the Swiss Bank's most confidential protocol and said:
"It's like this, Mr. Ye. Your Nine-Star Black Card is entitled to the highest level of security clearance. It must be activated and verified by our primary database system."
The bank's core database is stored deep within the Swiss Alps. Before traveling there to complete activation, we first need to verify your identity.
The Swiss Bank had invested enormous resources into developing its proprietary banking system, known for its exceptional security.
Branches across Switzerland only used subsystems, which allowed data entry and retrieval but not modification. The primary system, housing sensitive customer data, was buried deep underground in the Alps.
Given the top-secret nature of the Nine-Star Black Card, only that central system could verify and activate it.
"Of course," Ye Yun agreed without hesitation.
He finally understood now why the system had insisted he come in person.
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