"This is impossible, Mr. Lin Qi!"
The Federal Savings Bank director gave an outright "impossible" reply.
If the person sitting across from him had been anyone other than Lin Qi, he would have asked in a slightly raised, heavily sarcastic tone—
"Do you fucking know how much five percent of the Federal Savings Bank is worth?"
At least fifty billion! And it would only keep growing!
The combined holdings of the Federal Savings Bank's three largest individual shareholders amounted to roughly that much. It was clearly impossible for Lin Qi to demand that much on his own.
However, when facing Lin Qi's denial of this possibility, he did not raise his voice. Instead, he responded in a low tone tinged with grief and anger.
Lin Qi looked at him and gently shook his head. "There's nothing impossible about it, sir."
"The people of Gefra never imagined that a group of exiled criminals, thieves, prostitutes, gold prospectors, and other marginalized people cast aside by society could establish such a powerful nation on this land."
"And the Indigenous People of this land never imagined that a mere group of foreign demons, so few in number, could slaughter them to the point where they would need legal protection just to survive!"
"The people of Gefra never imagined that Peng Joe, whom they had once defeated, would one day ignite the flames of war on Gefra Main Island, just as they never believed the Federal Army could land on the East Continent."
"Nothing in this world is absolutely impossible. Fate is always so unpredictable."
"It will always break through your understanding when you least expect it, making you realize that nothing in this world is absolute!"
"Perhaps you could go back and discuss it with the Board of Directors?"
"I believe some shareholders would