Lin Tang left the hospital in a huff, silently grumbling about his unreliable master for setting him up with such a fool for a wife.
With nothing better to do, he planned to visit the herbal shop he had been to before and buy the herbs that barely t his requirents. Then he rembered he hadn't gotten a bank card yet and had no money in his pocket, so he went to the nearest bank branch.
A group of people was already in line, and he dutifully took his place at the end of the queue. After a long wait, it still wasn't his turn.
At that mont, Ge Shijian called. He addressed Lin Tang as "Master" and claid it was an ergency, asking him to co and take charge. Lin Tang's head throbbed. He emphasized once more that he was not taking on any disciples and was completely uninterested in "taking charge" of anything. Ge Shijian, shaless as ever, continued to insist. Lin Tang simply blocked his number, unable to be bothered with him.
Finally, it was Lin Tang's turn. Just as he was about to sit down, a fat man suddenly ran over, clamoring for the bank teller to imdiately process several transactions for him.
"Hey, why are you cutting in line?" Lin Tang demanded, clearly annoyed.
The fat man glanced at him, slapped his bank card on the counter, and said arrogantly, "Look closely! This is a platinum VIP card, which lets skip the line. It's only natural that you ordinary users, who don't even pay an annual fee, let us VIPs go first!"
The bank teller apologized and explained that the VIP window was temporarily closed for the day.
Lin Tang was exasperated. It's just a VIP card, and he's acting so high and mighty. Anyone who didn't know better would think he's so world-shaking tycoon.
However, seeing the bank teller's decent attitude, Lin Tang didn't bother to argue, as he wasn't in a rush anyway.
After the fat man finally finished his business and left, Lin Tang took out his ID. "I'd like to open a new account…"
"Hold on!"
Unexpectedly, after taking a phone call, the fat man returned, saying he needed to make a few more transfers.
"Are you kidding ? I've already started the process. How can you cut in line again?" Lin Tang had finally had enough.
The fat man rolled up his sleeves. "What's it to you? Got a problem? If you're so great, why don't you get a platinum card?"
Lin Tang was speechless. Is this guy a shill hired by the bank?
"A broke loser applying for a basic card has no right to get tough with !" the fat man scoffed.
Lin Tang, at a loss for words, simply pushed him aside and said to the teller, "Fine, get one of those platinum things too. I'm tired of people cutting in front of ."
However, the teller inford him that a minimum deposit of 500,000 was required.
"Can't I get the card first and then transfer the money in?" Lin Tang asked, puzzled.
The teller explained that he could open a standard account first and then upgrade it once the balance t the requirent.
The fat man at his side continued to taunt him. "Who knows if you'll actually deposit five hundred thousand after getting a platinum card? Nobody's a fool; don't try to pull a fast one. Look at those cheap clothes you're wearing. You think you can co up with that much money?"
Why I oughta... This bastard is just asking for a beating.
While filling out the forms, Lin Tang felt a new wave of annoyance. "Why are there limits on transfers and spending? Only ten thousand a day? Can't that be increased?"
Ten thousand... That wouldn't even be enough to buy a single root of the herbs I need. This is way too inconvenient.
The bank teller said the limit could be raised, but he would need to provide proof of employnt. Lin Tang replied that he didn't have a job. The teller then asked if he had a property deed or vehicle registration. Lin Tang shook his head, stating he had neither a house nor a car.
With a loud PFFT, the fat man burst out laughing, now completely convinced. This guy is a total pauper. He probably doesn't even spend ten thousand a day. Why pretend otherwise and ask for an increase? What a poser!
Lin Tang glanced at him, unwilling to waste his breath. As soon as the bank card was issued, he sent the account number to Wei Zichu, asking her to imdiately transfer the ten million from Mo Zhongyuan's compensation. That way, he could upgrade the card on the spot and avoid having to queue up again later.
"You've got your card, so move! Stop hogging the counter!" the fat man urged impatiently.
Lin Tang ignored him and explained the situation to the teller.
The fat man persisted, "You're quite the bluffer. Ten million? I doubt you have it. And even if you did, don't you know large transfers don't go through imdiately?"
"It's that troubleso?" Lin Tang asked. He then contacted Lee Encai, asking her to transfer half a million for now. The rest could be sent later.
Lee Encai was baffled. Why split it into two transfers when you can do it all at once? The cards I carry are all supre VIP cards. I can swipe them for any amount I want. Limits? What are those?
Right away, she transferred fifty-five million to Lin Tang. Five million of that was her paynt for the... treatnt... after he had groped her on the street. She had never been subjected to a transfer limit, and neither had Wei Zichu.
In just a mont, Lin Tang received two deposit notifications. He handed his bank card back to the teller. "Okay, it's ready for an upgrade now."
The bank teller was quite surprised. I can't believe soone dressed like him could actually co up with five hundred thousand so quickly.
She took the card, perford a few operations, and then glanced at the account balance. "Wait a minute, why is it sixty-five million?!" she exclaid.
"What sixty-five million?" The fat man, who had been getting annoyed at Lin Tang for deliberately dawdling, froze when he heard that. Then it hit him. "How is that possible? Is the system malfunctioning?"
The bank teller ran the operations again and again, triple-checking to confirm there was no mistake. "It's real!"
The way she looked at Lin Tang changed instantly. She imdiately upgraded his card several tiers to a higher-level platinum card and removed all transaction limits. The lobby manager rushed over, apologizing profusely for the poor service. Even the branch manager was alerted. He ca over with a broad smile, inviting Lin Tang to the VIP room for tea, without so much as a glance at the fat man holding his own platinum card.
"There's no need for tea. I've wasted enough ti already. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving," Lin Tang said, shaking his head.
"This—" The branch manager grew anxious. I've t billionaires before, but most of their wealth is in fixed assets. Soone who can get tens of millions in cash transferred with a single phone call is a different breed entirely. It's a rare catch for a branch manager like . If he's dissatisfied and decides to move his money to another bank, I'll be penalized!
"Tsk, it's just a few tens of millions, about the price of an apartnt in a first-tier city. Is he really acting like so big-shot tycoon?" the fat man sneered sarcastically.
Suddenly, a group of people burst in aggressively from outside, startling everyone. For a mont, they thought it was a robbery. Upon closer inspection, however, they saw that the newcors were all fair-skinned, beautiful urban won. The woman in the lead was as gorgeous as a celebrity, with a stunning figure that swayed srizingly with each step.
How could such a stunner be robbing a bank?
"May I ask if you are Mr. Lin Tang?" she asked, approaching gracefully. She bowed before him, her tone respectful, and the group of beauties behind her followed suit.
The scene left everyone dumbstruck. The fat man's mouth hung open, and he forgot to blink. What... is happening?
"I'm Lin Tang. And you are?" Lin Tang asked.
The woman gave a gentle smile and introduced herself as Mo Pinglan. She added that her master had invited Mr. Lin for a talk and hoped he would honor the invitation.
"And who is your master?" Lin Tang's brows furrowed.
Mo Pinglan glanced around, shook her head gently, and her voice beca soft and sweet. "It's not convenient to disclose that right now. You will understand once you et him."
Any other man invited by such a beautiful woman might have agreed on the spot. Lin Tang, however, bluntly refused. "I don't have ti!"
She won't even give a na? For all I know, they could be friend or foe.
Mo Pinglan, not expecting to be rejected, involuntarily bit her lip. Then she leaned close to Lin Tang's ear, her breath fragrant. "My master says that if Mr. Lin wants to survive Yan Renjie's sword, it would be best for you to make the trip."
"Enough with the gas. I'm definitely not going!" Lin Tang scoffed, pulling away before turning to leave.
"You—!"
Mo Pinglan was secretly furious. I've already humbled myself this much, and he still refuses to play along? She had no choice but to pull out a very well-sealed small box. She then entered a password to open it.
"Huh?" Lin Tang's nose twitched as he caught a unique dicinal fragrance.
"An at-least-three-hundred-year-old Fire Ganoderma!" he exclaid. He imdiately stepped forward and took the box, saying cheerfully, "You should have just led with this. Alright, lead the way."
It doesn't matter who they are or whether they're friend or foe. As long as I have this powerful tonic, nothing else is a problem.
Seeing how rcenary Lin Tang was, a hint of disdain flashed in Mo Pinglan's eyes, but she quickly masked it with a brilliant smile. "The car is ready. This way, please, Mr. Lin!"
Afterward, Lin Tang got into a top-of-the-line Rolls-Royce Phantom. The white-collar beauties got into their own cars, and the convoy followed grandly behind him. Everyone, from the people inside the bank to the bystanders on the street, turned to stare. Other vehicles quickly moved aside to clear a path. They all speculated about the identity of this new big shot.
As for the fat man who had been provoking Lin Tang, he was now as ek as a quail, barely daring to breathe. He was terrified that Lin Tang would turn around, give a signal, and have soone eliminate him.
Damn my big mouth! Why did I have to provoke him…?
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