Chapter 104: I haven't eaten yet.

The next morning, Zheng Qian went to the bank to withdraw the money. The cash was packed in black travel bags, filling up an entire car.

When he was leaving, the bank president almost knelt before Zheng Qian, asking if he could withdraw the money in batches. Withdrawing thirty million at once would cause the bank a massive loss!

Zheng Qian had no time to entertain the president and drove straight to the entrance of Yebei Bank.

Zheng Qian had gotten up bright and early to withdraw the money today, but even so, it was already around twelve noon by the time he arrived at Yebei Bank.

Zheng Qian used his phone so much that he really didn't have much of a concept of money anymore. When he was at Luyuan Villa, he had agreed to thirty million offhandedly, but he hadn't expected thirty million to be so much; it was almost too much to fit into a BMW!

"Hello, how can I help you today?"

After Zheng Qian walked into Yebei Bank, he was greeted by the lobby manager.

"I'm here to deposit money," Zheng Qian said casually. He was there to find President Jiang and had no intention of getting tangled up with this minor lobby manager.

"Hello sir, please use the ATM for deposits under twenty thousand."

The lobby manager saw that Zheng Qian was empty-handed and figured he was probably just there to deposit the few hundred bucks in his pocket.

"My colleagues are currently out for lunch, so there is no one at the counter to assist you."

"I don't need the counter. Go get your president," Zheng Qian said clearly.

The lobby manager sneered inwardly. See their president? What a joke.

Judging by Zheng Qian's attire, he looked decent enough, but he hadn't even brought a bag to carry his money. How much could he possibly be depositing? And he wanted to see their president?

He wasn't stupid enough to disturb their president for some brain-dead idiot.

"Our president is not here."

"Hmm, actually, I'm not looking for your president. I'm looking for your vice president," Zheng Qian corrected himself.

The lobby manager's disdain for Zheng Qian grew even stronger.

He had worked here for two years and had seen plenty of rascals and deadbeats. He had also come into contact with countless high-class, wealthy people.

Based on the lobby manager's experience, Zheng Qian clearly belonged to the former category—someone who liked to act tough.

Driving a crappy BMW and acting like a big shot here? It was simply a joke.

Zheng Qian looked at least ten years younger than him. At that age, besides taking out a loan, he couldn't think of any other way to be driving a BMW.

To save face, he was willing to pay high interest on a car loan; young people were so obsessed with appearances. But as far as he was concerned, Zheng Qian had no face to speak of.

"I'm sorry, sir, but our vice president is not here either. If you aren't here to conduct business, please leave."

The lobby manager signaled the security guard, wanting to escort Zheng Qian out to deflate the young man's arrogance.

He had been polite to Zheng Qian earlier only because it was his duty and the bank required it. Otherwise, normally, the lobby manager would have already started cursing.

"What are you doing? Who are you trying to kick out?"

At that moment, President Jiang suddenly walked out of the president's office and immediately barked at the lobby manager.

The lobby manager hurriedly leaned into President Jiang's ear and whispered, "President Jiang, this guy reeks of alcohol. He's probably still drunk and is here to cause a scene."

"He doesn't even have a bag in his hand, yet he claims he's here to deposit money. Isn't that ridiculous?"

Fortunately, the lobby manager kept his voice low enough. If Zheng Qian had heard that, President Jiang's mission would have been completely ruined.

"Manager Tan, is this how you usually treat customers? Judging people by their appearance?"

"Mr. Zheng is my honored guest. He specifically took the time to come see me today."

"Go write me a five-thousand-word self-reflection report right now! Give me a profound self-critique!!"

Upon hearing this, the lobby manager's heart twitched.

This... this slacker of a young man was actually President Jiang's friend, and an honored guest at that? If President Jiang hadn't said it himself, he wouldn't have believed it even if you killed him!

"Mr. Zheng, he didn't mistreat you, did he? If he was rude to you or showed you any disrespect, you can tell me, and I will have him pack his bags and get out immediately!"

President Jiang couldn't afford to lose a thirty-million deposit—which had cost him so many favors to secure—just because of one of his subordinates.

Manager Tan's arrogance, which he had felt so superior about just moments ago, was instantly crushed by President Jiang.

"Never mind him. The money is in the car; get some people to bring it over. I'm in a rush. The person at home is waiting for me to come back for dinner."

"Alright, alright, thank you for your trouble, President Zheng. I'll get people to move it right away."

"Manager Tan, you heard Mr. Zheng. Why aren't you moving faster?" President Jiang reprimanded Manager Tan.

Manager Tan nodded his head like a garlic masher and hurriedly called a team of security guards to go to the BMW and retrieve the money.

Zheng Qian had just held his fate in his hands. Manager Tan felt like fish on a cutting board; with just one word from Zheng Qian, President Jiang could fire him from the bank for mistreating a client.

Fortunately, Zheng Qian didn't intend to hold it against him. Manager Tan marveled at Zheng Qian's broad-mindedness.

If it had been someone petty, they probably would have already tattled to President Jiang about him.

Little did he know, Zheng Qian was really just in a rush and had no time to bother with him. It was already twelve o'clock, and Jin Lu was still at home waiting for him to eat. He didn't want to keep Jin Lu waiting too long.

Opening the doors of the BMW, the passenger seat, the back seats, and the trunk were all stuffed with bulging black travel bags.

He pulled open one of the bags at random, and it was filled with red hundred-yuan bills. An entire car full of money!

"Holy crap, that kid really wasn't lying!"

After seeing the cash in the car, Manager Tan was stunned.

The security guards standing nearby with their batons were dumbstruck.

Yebei Bank had been open for five or six years, and they had escorted armored trucks countless times, but they had never seen so much cash!

Only then did Manager Tan realize that Zheng Qian had been empty-handed because he had too much money to deposit and couldn't be bothered to carry it. Zheng Qian couldn't have carried all these bags by himself anyway!

Manager Tan led a team of security personnel, and it took them ten minutes to move all the money from the car into the bank.

"President Jiang, it's all moved. This is the last bag."

Manager Tan was drenched in sweat as he placed the last bag of money into President Jiang's office.

At that moment, President Jiang and Zheng Qian were drinking tea, chatting and laughing together.

No wonder President Jiang was the president. If he had the ability to pull in deposits like this, he could be president too.

Even with so much cash right in front of him, Manager Tan still couldn't believe that the young man before him possessed so much wealth.

That much money—it had to be at least tens of millions! Such a young multi-millionaire? He was still earning a salary of 7,500 a month. Comparing people really just makes you want to die of frustration!

Manager Tan felt like banging his head against the wall and dying.

"Have the colleagues who went out for lunch returned?"

"Reporting to President Jiang, they have all returned."

"Good. I will start processing the paperwork for Mr. Zheng now. You will now lead the bank staff to count all of this money."

Manager Tan: ??? I haven't even eaten yet!

"Manager Tan, I hope you don't have any complaints."

"I haven't had lunch yet either, and Mr. Zheng hasn't had lunch either."

"President Jiang, I have no complaints. I'll go do it right away!"