Guo Yueling shuddered in fright. "Three days... I really can't guarantee it. Who knows when he'll come back?"
After all, she had a cousin who was Red Sister's best friend, so when pressed, she dared to defend herself.
Red Sister was not entirely unreasonable. She snorted coldly. "Then why don't you go find Wang Haifeng?"
Guo Yueling answered with a miserable face, "Wang Haifeng? He had a fight with his wife yesterday. He's even harder to find than Feng Jun now!"
Red Sister's face darkened. Just as she was about to speak, the door was pushed open and Xia Xiaoyu stormed in. "Guo Yueling, Feng Jun came back yesterday. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Huh?" Manager Guo was instantly dumbfounded. "He didn't come back. Zhao Qi was watching him."
"The gatekeeper told me himself!" Xia Xiaoyu was practically exploding with anger. She raised a hand and pointed at Guo Yueling. "Is this the sincerity you promised me?"
Guo Yueling's face turned even paler. She instinctively protested, "That's impossible. Zhao Qi would definitely have kept an eye on him."
"Enough," Red Sister said, shooting Xia Xiaoyu a sidelong glance. "I couldn't tell. You can get the Power Supply Bureau to cut off my electricity?"
"I don't have that kind of power," Xia Xiaoyu answered angrily, then widened her almond-shaped eyes. "But even if I did, Feng Jun clearly came back, yet you told me you couldn't find him... What grudge do I have against you that you insist on making me into an ungrateful person?"
Red Sister had nothing to say either. After a long while, she asked in a low voice, "Are you sure he really came back?"
Xia Xiaoyu grew even angrier. "He came back and left this morning... If you don't believe me, shall we go ask the gatekeeper right now?"
Red Sister smiled, the kind of smile that carried bad intentions. "Then why didn't you leave a message with the gatekeeper back then?"
"I just..." A blush rose on Xia Xiaoyu's face. "I just trusted you."
Such a young girl's heart, Red Sister sighed inwardly. Then she said seriously, "To be honest, you two aren't suited for each other."
"What are you talking about?" Xia Xiaoyu cried out indignantly, her face reddening further. "I only kept my distance because I was worried he might misunderstand... Let me say this again: I just don't want to be an ungrateful person!"
"Fine." Red Sister knew she could not tease the young girl any further. "Why are you in such a hurry to find him? Is something important going on?"
Xia Xiaoyu hesitated before answering haltingly, "He lost his job because of me."
Guo Yueling blurted out, "He already wanted to resign anyway. He even earned three extra days' pay."
"Shut up!" Red Sister glared fiercely at her, then turned to Xia Xiaoyu and spoke gently. "You know gratitude and resentment clearly. That's a good thing. Once we find Feng Jun, I'll hire him back at a high salary and make it known that you've been paying close attention to this matter... What do you think?"
I've been paying close attention... to this matter? Xia Xiaoyu was a little dazed. At her age, she had rarely encountered such official phrasing, much less been the subject of it herself.
In the end, she merely sneered, turned, and left. "Fine. I'll trust you one more time. You only have two days!"
After she left, Red Sister snorted and did not even look at Guo Yueling. "You heard her. Two days... I'm giving you two days as well. Find Feng Jun and personally invite him back."
"Personally invite him back?" Guo Yueling's expression instantly became as miserable as it could get.
Red Sister gave her a strange look. "What's wrong? Last time, I had you handle the favor of giving him an extra month's salary too."
Manager Guo's expression became even more miserable, and the muscles in her face could not stop twitching...
Feng Jun had gone out today to deposit money. He only had one bank card, and it was not suitable to put more than six million into it all at once, so he planned to get several more cards.
Yang City had a population of over nine million. There were plenty of bank branches, but also plenty of people. Feng Jun got two cards, and with the time spent waiting in line, the entire morning was gone.
When he went to the third bank, he decided he could not keep doing this. I've queued so much I'm about to throw up.
So the moment he entered, he raised a hand and called to the lobby attendant. "Hello, I'd like to get a card."
The attendant wore a professional smile, bent slightly at the waist, and gestured with her hand. "Please take a number over there."
Feng Jun's brow furrowed slightly, but then he smiled in understanding. "I'd like to get a premium card. Do you have VIP service?"
"Oh, I see." Upon hearing that he wanted a premium card, the attendant immediately hurried over and asked with a smile, "Hello, sir. We offer silver, gold, and diamond cards. Which type would you like?"
Just as expected, Feng Jun snorted inwardly. I wanted to keep a low profile, but you people insist on making me show off.
He spoke calmly. "What deposit limits do those cards require?"
The requirements for premium cards were similar everywhere, all based on deposit amounts. At this bank, silver, gold, and diamond cards corresponded to one hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, and one million respectively.
Feng Jun nodded slightly and said casually, "I want a diamond card. Can I use the VIP room?"
The lobby manager glanced at the suitcase in his hand and visibly hesitated before smiling again. "Excuse me, sir, have you previously opened an account with our bank?"
"No." Feng Jun shook his head decisively. "As long as I deposit one million, that's enough, right?"
When all was said and done, money made a man king.
"Well... that isn't quite how it works." The lobby manager smiled and shook her head, answering with complete sincerity. "Other banks may do it that way, but ours doesn't. For premium cards, we look at your average daily balance. That means you'll need to get a standard card first."
Feng Jun was instantly dumbfounded. What? That was not how web novels wrote it.
Before this, he had never gotten any card like that, nor had he ever possessed so much money. He truly knew nothing about such matters.
Web novels were harmful! He felt a little embarrassed, but instead he frowned. "So I can't get one?"
Seeing that things were about to go wrong, the lobby manager immediately smiled and gestured. "Please, let's go sit down and talk in the VIP room."
Her smile was as warm as could be.
In fact, her smile had remained sincere all along. Whether it was professionally trained or not, there was not the slightest trace of disdain in it.
The VIP room was right next door. Inside were only ordinary tables, chairs, and sofas. After he sat down, the lobby manager first poured Feng Jun a glass of water before explaining with a smile, "We're a joint-stock bank, so we place great importance on average daily balances. That's a little different from other banks."
According to her explanation, a customer not only had to deposit one million at the bank, but also keep it there for thirty days before being able to apply for a diamond card.
Of course, the lobby manager also showed goodwill. "We can be flexible. Twenty days will do as well. However... premium cards are customized and printed with your name, which takes time in itself. I hope you understand."
Feng Jun frowned. "So that means I have to get a standard card first? And then come back for the diamond card after thirty days?"
He did not like carrying too many cards. Not only was choosing among them troublesome and inconvenient, but passwords were a problem too.
Using the same password for all of them was not very safe, but using different passwords... would that not just be making trouble for himself?
But the lobby manager had thought of something else. "That's fine. Leave us an address, and once the card is ready, we can send a car to pick you up."
That service was genuinely excellent, but Feng Jun was still a little frustrated. "Is there really no premium card that can be issued on the same day?"
"There really isn't," the lobby manager said apologetically. "But a standard card works just the same. Could you tell me why you're in such a hurry?"
Feng Jun spread his hands with a bitter smile. "I wouldn't have cared otherwise. The problem is... all this waiting in line is giving me a headache."
The lobby manager covered her mouth and chuckled. "That's easy. I have a gold card. I can get a number for you. They recognize the number, not the person."
For the first time in his life, Feng Jun enjoyed VIP service at a bank. Though it was different from what he had imagined, that was only because he was inexperienced, not because of the bank. Nor did he encounter the cliché scene of people looking down on him because of his appearance.
After that experience, when he arrived at the fourth bank, he knew exactly what to do. He beckoned over a young bank employee. "I want to open an account and deposit five hundred thousand. Please help me get a VIP number."
Who would dare refuse such a request? The young woman turned and ran off. "I'll borrow a gold card to get a number."
Once he had mastered the proper process for getting cards, things sped up immediately. Feng Jun could not help sighing again: having money was great.
In the end, however, he still got himself a gold card. It was from Yang City Commercial Bank, a local commercial bank that could issue one on the same day.
He deposited more than two million into that card. It was a gold card, after all. If he ever needed to show off, swiping it would not make him lose face.
As for black cards, he did not even bother asking.
After getting the cards, he wandered over to a mobile phone market and bought a Maolin mobile phone. He also applied for a new number while he was at it—the latest models from the big-name brands had been released, but none were in stock. He could not be bothered to wait, so he simply supported domestic products instead.
After buying the phone, he went to the auto repair district. He was not looking to buy a car, but rather a motorcycle with strong off-road and hauling capabilities. A modified one would be even better.
There were plenty of skilled modifiers in the auto repair district, but Feng Jun was not part of that circle. Whenever he casually asked around, people would warily ask him, "What are you planning to do with it?"
Feng Jun might not understand the trade, but he knew how to bluff. He told them his hometown was in the countryside, the roads were poor, and he wanted a vehicle like that to haul goods.
Upon hearing that, no one bothered responding. They simply dispersed.
After asking at two places, Feng Jun caught on. So at the third shop, he declared like a wealthy man, "Money isn't a problem."
If money was not a problem, then nothing was a problem! The owner warmly received him and offered a practical suggestion: since the roads were bad, it was best not to buy a two-wheeled motorcycle. He should buy a three-wheeled farm vehicle.
Feng Jun thought it was a good suggestion. Farm vehicles were not fast, but they ran on diesel, had plenty of power, and could carry more cargo.
Still, three-wheelers had their inconveniences. The terrain they could handle was different from that of two-wheeled motorcycles.
Of course, he still ordered a farm vehicle and requested a more powerful engine, preferably with a roof to shield him from the wind and rain.
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