You Can't Trust Web Novels

Guo Yueling shuddered in fear, "Three days... I really can't guarantee that. Who knows when he'll be back?"

After all, she did have a cousin who was close friends with Sister Hong, so she dared to defend herself when pushed.

Sister Hong wasn't entirely unreasonable, though. She snorted coldly, "Then why don't you go find Wang Haifeng?"

Guo Yueling replied with a bitter face, "Wang Haifeng? He had a fight with his wife yesterday. He's even harder to find than Feng Jun right now!"

Sister Hong's face darkened, and just as she was about to speak, the door was pushed open. Xia Xiaoyu walked in, looking furious, "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 keeping an eye on him."

"The doorman told me himself!" Xia Xiaoyu was practically exploding with rage. She pointed a finger at Guo Yueling and shouted, "Is this the sincerity you promised me?"

Guo Yueling's face turned even paler, and she instinctively retorted, "That's impossible. Zhao Qi would definitely have been watching him."

"Enough," Sister Hong interjected, glancing sideways at Xia Xiaoyu, "I didn't realize you had the power to make the Power Supply Bureau cut my power."

"I don't have that kind of ability," Xia Xiaoyu replied indignantly, her almond eyes widening, "But even if I did, Feng Jun clearly came back, and you lied to me saying you couldn't find him... What grudge do I have against you that you'd force me to be an ingrate?"

Sister Hong was left speechless for a long moment before asking in a low voice, "Are you sure he really came back?"

Xia Xiaoyu grew even angrier, "He came back, and he left this morning... If you don't believe me, shall we go ask the doorman right now?"

Sister Hong smiled, a smile that was far from well-intentioned, "Then why didn't you leave a message with the doorman back then?"

"I was just..." A blush crept across Xia Xiaoyu's face, "I was just trusting you guys, wasn't I?"

What a naive girl, Sister Hong sighed inwardly, then said with a serious expression, "To be honest, you two aren't a good match."

"What are you talking about?" Xia Xiaoyu cried out in annoyance, her face turning even redder, "I was just worried he'd misunderstand, so I kept my distance... I'll reiterate: I just don't want to be an ingrate!"

"Fine," Sister Hong knew better than to keep teasing the young girl, "Since you're in such a rush to find him, what's so important?"

Xia Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment before replying timidly, "It's because I caused him to lose his job."

Guo Yueling couldn't help but blurt out, "He wanted to quit anyway; he even earned three extra days of pay."

"Shut up!" Sister Hong glared at her fiercely, then turned to Xia Xiaoyu and said softly, "It's a good thing you're so clear about gratitude and grudges. Once we find Feng Jun, I'll hire him back at a high salary and tell him it was because you were highly concerned about the matter... How does that sound?"

I am... highly concerned about the matter? Xia Xiaoyu was a bit dazed. At her age, she rarely encountered such diplomatic language, let alone being the subject of it.

In the end, she gave a cold laugh, turned around, and walked away, "Fine, I'll trust you one more time. I'm only giving you two days!"

After she left, Sister Hong snorted coldly, not even looking at Guo Yueling, "You heard her? Two days... I'm only giving you two days as well. Find Feng Jun and personally invite him back."

"Personally invite him back?" Guo Yueling's expression became as bitter as it could possibly get.

Sister Hong looked at her strangely, "What's wrong? You were the one I sent to handle the favor of giving out an extra month's salary last time."

Manager Guo's face grew even more miserable, and the muscles in her cheeks couldn't help but twitch...

Feng Jun went out today to deposit his money. He only had one bank card on him, and it wasn't appropriate to deposit over six million into just one, so he planned to open a few more.

Yang City had a population of over nine million. Although there were many bank branches, there were also many people. Feng Jun managed to open two cards, and between the waiting in line, the entire morning had passed.

When he went to the third bank, he decided he couldn't keep doing this: I'm going to throw up from all this waiting.

So, as soon as he walked through the door, he waved at the lobby manager, "Hello, I'd like to open a card."

The lobby manager wore a professional smile, bowed slightly, and gestured with her hand, "Please take a number over there."

Feng Jun frowned slightly, then let out a relieved smile, "I want to open a VIP card. Is there VIP service?"

"Oh, I see," the lobby manager, hearing that he wanted a VIP card, immediately walked over quickly and asked with a smile, "Hello, sir. We have Silver, Gold, and Diamond cards here. Which type would you like to apply for?"

So that's how it is, Feng Jun thought with a scoff. I wanted to keep a low profile, but you guys are forcing me to show off.

He asked indifferently, "What are the balance requirements for these cards?"

The requirements for VIP cards were similar, all based on savings amounts. At this bank, the Silver, Gold, and Diamond cards corresponded to one hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, and one million respectively.

Feng Jun nodded slightly and said nonchalantly, "I want to open a Diamond card. Can I go into the VIP room?"

The lobby manager glanced at the briefcase in his hand, hesitated noticeably, and then asked with a smile, "May I ask if you have opened a card with our bank before, sir?"

"No," Feng Jun shook his head bluntly, "I'm just depositing enough to reach one million, isn't that enough?"

At the end of the day, having money in your hand makes you the boss.

"Well... it's not quite like that," the lobby manager shook her head with a smile, answering very sincerely, "Other banks might work that way, but ours doesn't. To apply for a VIP card, we look at the average daily balance. In other words, you need to open a standard card first."

Feng Jun was instantly stunned. What? That's not how it's written in webnovels.

Before this, he had never opened such a card, nor had he ever possessed this much money, so he really didn't know the relevant rules.

Webnovels are misleading! He felt a bit embarrassed, but instead, he frowned, "So I can't open one?"

Seeing that things were about to go south, the lobby manager immediately waved her hand with a smile, "Please, let's go into the VIP room to sit and chat."

That smile was as warm as it could possibly be.

In fact, her smile had been sincere the whole time; whether it was practiced or not, there wasn't a hint of condescension in it.

The VIP room was right next door, furnished with ordinary tables, chairs, and sofas. After he sat down, the lobby manager poured a glass of water for Feng Jun before explaining with a smile, "We are a joint-stock bank, and we place great importance on the average daily balance. This is a bit different from other banks."

According to her explanation, a customer not only had to deposit one million in the bank but also had to keep it there for thirty days before they could apply for a Diamond card.

Of course, the lobby manager also showed some goodwill, "We can be a bit flexible; twenty days would also work. However... the VIP card needs to be customized and engraved with your name, which takes time. I hope you can understand."

Feng Jun frowned and spoke, "So, in other words, I have to open a standard card first? And then come back in thirty days to pick up the diamond card?"

He didn't like carrying too many cards on him; not only was it a hassle to sort through and get in the way, but the passwords were also a problem.

Using a unified password wasn't very secure, but if he didn't unify them... wasn't that just asking for trouble?

The lobby manager thought of something else, "It's fine, you can leave an address, and when the card is ready, we can send a car to pick you up."

This service was truly excellent, but Feng Jun was still a bit frustrated, "Is there really no VIP card I can get on the same day?"

"There really isn't," the lobby manager said apologetically, "A standard card works just the same. Could you tell me why you're in such a rush?"

Feng Jun spread his hands with a bitter smile, "I wouldn't have cared otherwise, but the thing is... waiting in line is giving me such a headache."

The lobby manager covered her mouth and chuckled, "That's easy to fix. I have a gold card; I can help you pull a number. The system recognizes the number, not the person."

For the first time in his life, Feng Jun experienced VIP service at a bank. Although the service wasn't exactly what he had imagined, that was just his own ignorance, not the bank's fault. Furthermore, he hadn't encountered any of those cliché, vulgar tropes of staff looking down on people.

However, after this experience, he was familiar with the process by the time he reached the fourth bank. He raised his hand to beckon a young bank employee over, "I want to open an account and deposit five hundred thousand. Could you please help me pull a VIP number?"

Who would dare refuse such a request? The young woman turned and ran, "I'll go borrow a gold card to pull a number for you."

Having mastered the correct procedure for opening an account, the speed increased significantly. Feng Jun couldn't help but sigh once again: it's really good to have money.

In the end, he did manage to get a gold card. It was a card from the Yang City Commercial Bank, a local commercial bank that could issue cards on the same day.

He deposited over two million into this card. After all, it was a gold card; if he ever needed to show off, he wouldn't lose face when swiping it.

As for black cards, he didn't even bother asking.

After finishing with the bank, he wandered over to a mobile phone store and bought a Maolin Phone, taking the opportunity to apply for a new phone number as well—the latest model from a famous brand had been released, but it wasn't in stock, and he was too lazy to wait, so he simply decided to support domestic products.

After buying the phone, he went to the auto repair district. It wasn't that he wanted to buy a car, but rather he wanted to buy a motorcycle with good off-road and load-bearing capabilities; if it were modified, that would be even better.

There were many experts in the auto repair district capable of modifications, but since he wasn't part of that circle, whenever he asked around, people would guardedly ask him: what are you planning to do?

Although Feng Jun didn't understand the industry, he knew how to bluff, didn't he? He told them, "My hometown is in the countryside where the roads are terrible. I want to get a bike like this to haul goods."

When people heard this, they wouldn't even engage and would simply walk away.

After asking two shops, Feng Jun realized what was happening, so at the third shop, he acted like a big spender and declared: money is no object.

If money is no object, then there are no problems! The owner of this shop received him very enthusiastically and offered a reasonable suggestion: since the roads are bad, it's better not to buy a two-wheeled motorcycle, but rather a three-wheeled agricultural vehicle.

When Feng Jun heard this, he thought the suggestion was sound. Although agricultural vehicles aren't fast, they use diesel, have plenty of torque, and can carry more cargo.

However, three-wheelers also have their inconveniences; they aren't suitable for the same terrain as two-wheeled motorcycles.

Of course, he still ordered an agricultural vehicle, and requested that it be modified for even greater horsepower, preferably with a roof added to shield it from the wind and rain.