Ye Xin knew that Yang Chen didn’t have money right now. The clothes she was wearing all cost thousands, if not tens of thousands, so she didn’t want to add to Yang Chen’s burden.
Actually, Yang Chen understood this himself.
Although Ye Xin didn’t usually showcase or demonstrate an air of superiority in her life, her clothes, her lifestyle, and her taste were indeed very high-end.
For example, the kitchenware at ho was all imported top-of-the-line from Lancy Country, completely custom-made. The sofa was custom-ordered and air-shipped from the United Kingdom, and even the display shelves were authentic ancient racks transported straight from Jin Chen.
Ye Xin’s taste was deeply embedded in her life, an elegance and grace that ordinary people couldn’t emulate. She wouldn’t drop brand nas or tout herself as high-end. That supposed high-end is only about spending, not taste. True elegance and nobility are woven into life itself, and that’s what you call taste.
Just like a noble, every action is extraordinary.
To this, Yang Chen just smiled without saying much more.
However, he secretly made up his mind that, although he couldn’t use his assets and influence abroad, he would still carve out a prosperous world for Ye Xin in the country!
To give Ye Xin the best life possible.
So that he wouldn’t let such a good woman down.
Ye Xin drove, and soon the two of them arrived at the bank.
As they entered the hall, although Ye Xin wore a hat and mask, she still attracted countless glances; after all, her figure was remarkable.
"I’ll go take a number; you sit here and wait," Yang Chen said to Ye Xin.
Ye Xin nodded and found a seat to sit down.
Yang Chen went to the number machine to take a number; there were about ten people ahead of him. This was a relatively large branch with many counters, so Yang Chen just stood by the counter waiting.
The clerk was very skilled, and transactions were quick, but the numbers kept getting called and people kept changing, at least twenty numbers passed, and it still wasn’t Yang Chen’s turn.
Yang Chen found the lobby manager and asked, "Hello, there are only two or three people ahead of ; why hasn’t it been my turn?"
The lobby manager glanced at Yang Chen’s number and said, "It’s normal; you have a regular user card. There are many VIP users ahead of you, so you’ll have to wait."
The bank has VIPs?
Yang Chen thought about it; when he used to do business at the bank, he was always personally attended to by senior managers; that should count as VIP service, right?
"How much longer will it be?" Yang Chen asked.
The lobby manager glanced at the counter and said, "It’s still early; we process VIP transactions before regular business."
Yang Chen frowned and asked the lobby manager, "What are the qualifications for being a VIP?"
"A million in savings, perhaps!"
"What about a deposit of ten million?" a voice chiming like a yellow warbler said.
Yang Chen turned his head and saw it was Ye Xin.
Ye Xin walked over, looking down at the lobby manager.
The lobby manager, a man of about 1.65 ters tall, saw Ye Xin, who was 1.75 ters tall and wearing heels, towering over him!
The lobby manager ogled Ye Xin’s perfect figure and swallowed hard, saying, "A-a ten million deposit also makes you our VIP custor!"
"Then take a look at this card." Ye Xin pulled out a card and handed it to the lobby manager.
The back of this card bore a golden dragon, and the front displayed the national flower, the peony, sothing the lobby manager had never seen.
The lobby manager hesitated but took the card and swiped it on the number machine, and his eyes widened instantly.
Diamond VIP!
This was the highest level of VIP in their bank. Even billion-dollar enterprise owners might not necessarily beco Diamond VIPs, and here this woman had such a distinguished identity.
Diamond VIP was no longer about the amount of money; it was a symbol of status!
The lobby manager recalled a legend about a type of bank card issued by the central bank, a supre VIP card across banks, with fewer than a hundred ever issued, extrely prestigious, each holder either very wealthy or very influential, standing at the top of Fla Country.
At this thought, beads of sweat appeared on the lobby manager’s forehead.
The way he treated Yang Chen just now, could that an trouble was coming?
He imdiately bowed and scraped, saying, "Oh dear sir! How co you didn’t say earlier, if you had, how could I let you wait in line here! Please, co inside! To the exclusive VIP custor service room to conduct your business!"
With that, the lobby manager led the way.
Yang Chen helplessly glanced at Ye Xin.
Ye Xin’s pretty eyes ford crescents, as she waved the card in her hand, seemingly teasing Yang Chen.
Yang Chen shook his head helplessly and followed the lobby manager into the reception room to get the transaction done.
After withdrawing the money, when Yang Chen ca out, he saw a man sitting in front of Ye Xin saying sothing and even handing her a business card!
Seeing this, Yang Chen imdiately got angry.
He walked up and grabbed the man, as easily as scruffing a little dog.
The man was startled, yelling, "What are you doing! Let go of !"
"What were you just doing?" Yang Chen asked in a low voice.
"I... what business is it of yours what I’m doing, let go of ! Otherwise, I’ll make sure you can’t walk out of here!" the man shouted.
Ye Xin watched Yang Chen with a smile, not intervening.
Yang Chen’s face darkened; he grabbed the man and started walking him out.
He pushed open the door and tossed the man out like throwing out a dead dog, leaving him dazed and battered.
Ye Xin ca over, took Yang Chen’s arm, and said, "Darling, you didn’t need to make such a fuss; people like that can just be ignored."
Yang Chen rolled his eyes and said, "No way! How dare he have ideas about you, I won’t tolerate even the thought! This is in the country; if it were abroad..."
Yang Chen didn’t finish his sentence, but his aning was clear.
Although he wasn’t a bloodthirsty person, when it ca to soone having designs on Ye Xin, it wouldn’t be just a simple toss out as a lesson.
The man who had been thrown out took out his phone and shouted, "Brothers, get down here! Right downstairs, soone hit !"
Hearing the man call for backup, Yang Chen got interested, staring at him, "How many did you call?"
The man pointed at Yang Chen and said, "If you’ve got guts don’t go!"
"Not going! Just asked how many people you called?" Yang Chen said coolly.
He was itching for a fight, just the right number of people to relieve that itch.
"How many? Hmph! You’ll be scared to death in a mont!" The man seed confident, saying to Ye Xin, "Miss, being with soone like him, all brute force without connections, watch how I teach him a lesson, make sure not to get hurt!"
Ye Xin giggled, "Alright! I love watching this kind of thing the most!"
Hearing that, the man got more excited, exclaiming, "Great! Just watch today!"
But he didn’t notice the playful gleam in Ye Xin’s eyes.
When she said she liked watching, she didn’t an seeing Yang Chen getting beaten, but watching Yang Chen thrash them!
She was aware of Yang Chen’s abilities, even she might not be a match for him, let alone these small fry.
Soon, a dozen guys charged down, all wearing business shirts, clearly white-collar workers.
"Guys, help get revenge today, and I’ll give each of you a hundred bucks raise this month! Added directly to your base salary!" the man shouted.
Upon hearing that, those guys got even more pumped, appearing more aggressive, each looking as if they had a blood feud with Yang Chen.
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