Chapter 30 Oed You

The next day, although Yang Mengmeng talked about a "single crosstalk" in the middle of the night, Murong Qingyun, who had something in his heart, did not dare to sleep until three o'clock in the afternoon and get up at four o'clock. In case the bank got off work and didn't transfer the money in time, Sister Qiu Wei added another 200,000 yuan, which would be miserable. That sleep will be recorded in the world Guinness Book of Records and become the most expensive sleep. The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became. The preparation before going out was particularly efficient.

Murong Qingyun, who was ready to go out, took a look at Yang Mengmeng, who was still sleeping. He thought that he was not stressed, ate enough to sleep, and slept when he was full. The fat-headed and big-eared species was no different. Qiu Wei likes you so much, that's why. As a man, it was really hard. It was not easy to get the money back. Before he was hot in his hand, he was scraped away by his two beautiful women. Murong Qingyun, who didn't want to think much more, shook his head and went out of the door.

Bank charges in China are internationalized and services are localized. If the money you deposit in the bank disappears, the bank is "honored" to inform you, regardless of it. The number is relatively huge. If you pick up the weapon of the law and toss it several times, you can still get your money back; if the amount is small, you can only admit your bad luck.

If you are unwilling to admit your bad luck, congratulations, the bank will provide a special service for people like you, and some people will stand up to threaten and intimidate you to disrupt the normal financial order. It is understandable that the bank collects the umbrella in the rain. After all, it is a profitable institution and needs to reduce risks, but its method of bullying vulnerable groups is really shameful.

Murong Qingyun walked into a nearby Industrial and Commercial Bank of China and looked at the grandfather, grandmother and middle-aged people all over the hall, and knew that today was the day of pensions and wages. So many people gathered at a quarter past ten o'clock. When they are old, they still have less sleep. The main reason is that they are waiting for money at home. He took a small piece of paper in front of the number pick-up machine and found a place to sit quietly and wait.

A middle-aged woman who is not good-looking, with a thick foundation, heavy makeup, and a small platinum credit card, reasonably jumps the queue and goes to the counter to handle business in advance. In China, this kind of thing is not surprising. The only way for vulnerable groups to express their dissatisfaction is to occupy a counter window back and forth to handle one-yuan access business. This weak protest has no effect on the bank, but it is not good to affect others to handle relevant business.

Everyone once again exerted the spirit of Ah Q. The only thing to comfort themselves is to wait for me to be rich and jump the queue reasonably. Maragobi, the quality of the rich is poor. Regarding the eight clauses of banks, there is still no change after scolding for so many years. After boiling frogs in warm water, everyone is basically numb.

Murong Qingyun felt that the woman had nothing but some crooked dates. Didn't someone say that appearance is inversely proportional to the ability to make money? Murong Qingyun, who had no disgust with the middle-aged woman, had an extreme disgust for the next scene.

The middle-aged woman holding the phone called and said, "You park a car and die there. Come here quickly. What? A poor boy who opened QQ dared to hit his aunt's Accord. Hurry up and call Team Li of the traffic police detachment and ask him to deal with it. Don't let him run away. The new car I just bought was hit by this kind of broken car. It's really unlucky.

The middle-aged woman who occupied the pit and did not handle business at the counter also let everyone listen to her talk about a bunch of dirty things. Murong Qingyun had a feeling that it was about to explode. I took out Sister Qiu Wei for myself, and I didn't know what level of credit card it was. I casually swiped it at the number pick-up machine, hoping that a miracle would happen. After all, the things given by Murong Qiuwei were all funny and often could create miracles.

Murong Qingyun hopes not to be out this time. Sure enough, the miracle happened again. In fact, even Murong Qiuwei has forgotten when this subsidiary card was given to him. She doesn't care much about the number below nine digits. Although Murong Qingyun's money is not nine-figure, it has become a major hobby in her life. The more she scrapes, the more she feels full of fun. Murong Qingyun thought it was definitely a nightmare.

Yang Mengmeng opened her eyes and did not find any trace of Murong Qingyun. She never had any extravagant hope, and even fantasized that he would bring breakfast to her and say, "Honey, this is the breakfast I cooked for you myself." So he picked up the phone on the bedside table and called. Murong Qingyun, who had just sat at the counter next to the middle-aged woman, took the opportunity to answer the phone. The ghost-like lady looked down at him, showing considerable contempt.

Murong Qingyun handed over a small piece of paper, a small note and another bank card to the counter, held the phone in his left hand and said, "I'm doing business in the bank. You make lunch and wait for me to come back to eat together."

Yang Mengmeng knew his specific position and said at ease, "I know."

After speaking briefly and clearly, I hung up the phone. Murong Qingyun listened to the busy sound of Dudu and began his performance.

"What? Accord is also a car! Our grocery aunts all drive BMW 520Li. Murong Qingyun said as if nothing had happened, "An aunt who opens an Accord is rich, so the standard of rich people is too low!"

The Accord aunt sitting next to her heard that the young man's words were obviously aimed at her, so she turned her head and looked at some green men on her face from the beginning. Murong Qingyun, dressed in cheap goods, did not escape the snobbish eyes of the "nobility". She believes that he is just a college student.

The Accord aunt, who has no ideological burden, said harshly, "What a big-tailed wolf. Look at your rags, and you will know that you are a slousy. Your family drives BMW to buy vegetables, which only shows that your BMW has a BMW brand on the back of the tricycle. Your family can't afford to buy electric power. I guess it's the kind of manpower.

Murong Qingyun, who was not angered, pretended to ignore her and said to the counter, "Transfer 202,000 yuan to the account on the note, and then withdraw 10,000 yuan in cash for me as pocket money for these two days."

Age's aunt still said proudly, "more than 200,000? If you are torn apart and sold, you can't sell a fraction of it.

Murong Qingyun was calm and laughed and said, "I am a human being. I know that I can't sell a fraction. Only things that are not human can be sold to your fraction."

The people who heard it suddenly burst into laughter, and Aunt Accord's face immediately turned green and white. The female staff who handled business for Murong Qingyun squeezed her mouth and smiled and skillfully handled related business. Seeing that the people around her were laughing at her, she wanted to leave quickly without hesitation, so she didn't have time to handle the business. She got up and turned her head and walked out of the bank. Murong Qingyun, who had no sense of victory at all, only felt that he had done something quite boring.

The staff of the bank handed over the transfer voucher to Murong Qingyun and asked him to sign. Looking at the voucher, he signed his name gracefully. After checking that it was correct, she handled the second business for him. She handled all the business for Murong Qingyun with a very fast speed and a good attitude.

Before Murong Qingyun left, she kindly reminded, "Sir, you can go directly to the VIP area with the attached card just now. There will be one-on-one service for you. You don't need to wait in the lobby to waste your precious time.

Murong Qingyun didn't like this privilege. He just let go of his things and left the bank.

As soon as he left, she sighed to the director: "This is the first time in my life that I have seen such a diamond credit card with a credit limit of 10 million. The young man just now looked very ordinary and couldn't be the aunt who opened the Accord. As a result, others were really rich.

The bank director suddenly said proudly, "I usually tell you not to just look at other people's clothes. It turns out that my statement is right! Baozi has meat and is not wrinkled, and real rich people don't like to show off. To keep a low profile, they all have some strange hobbies. That young man should be the standard rich second generation, which belongs to the hidden rich.

She flattered the director of the bank and said, "The director is wise. In the future, I will definitely learn from the director.

The director of the bank said proudly, "How can I be your director without two children?"

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Murong Qingyun, who returned to the dormitory, saw Yang Mengmeng playing with the computer and said depressedly, "Don't you cook? Shall we eat air at noon?

Yang Mengmeng, who turned his head, looked at him and said, "It's all ready-made. As long as it's hot, you can eat it."

Murong Qingyun said with relief, "Oh, so that's it."

He sat by the edge of the bed and took out the red stack he had just taken and counted it. Yang Mengmeng saw such a festive color, ran behind Murong Qingyun with a smile, leaned over his shoulder and watched him count. He put the remaining eleven pieces of "red paper" into his wallet as his pocket money for several months.

And gave the 89 pictures lying in ** to Yang Mengmeng and said with a wry smile, "Come on, I owe you. You still need to give me 12 yuan."

Yang Mengmeng, who took the banknotes, counted and smiled, "Will you give me a few less?"

Murong Qingyun said helplessly, "You are indispensable."

He went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of soda and drank it coldly, and his heart was even cold. Yang Mengmeng, who holds the money in her hand, feels good. The person she is most grateful for is not Murong Qingyun, who gave her the money, but Murong Qiuwei, who helped her get the money. She calculated that she had paid the tuition fee and had at least several thousand yuan to earn. I plan to sell some practical things to the two mothers to show my concern for them. She will save the remaining money for Murong Qingyun first, so that he won't spend it indiscriminately.