Free Web NovelChapter 2115: Chapter 2316: Deposit Money!!!
"Please, just help me out, okay? I only need to deposit some money, it won’t take long at all. Otherwise I’m afraid if I ask for leave again tomorrow my teacher won’t approve it." Zhang Danlin said in a rather tactful tone.
But as soon as she finished speaking, the teller behind the counter suddenly lost her temper, pointed right at Zhang Danlin and snapped, "Can’t you see we’re already off work? If you wanted to deposit money you should’ve come earlier. It’s after hours, deposit my ass."
Zhang Danlin was instantly frightened. She’d originally wanted to politely ask the woman for a favor, but hadn’t expected this kind of attitude. Her face flushed red on the spot, half from anger and half from embarrassment. After all, it was already after work; forcing someone to handle business for her did seem a bit pushy.
For the moment she was stunned in place by the teller’s words, then she prepared to turn around and leave. Just then, the lecherous middle-aged uncle who’d been standing behind her without leaving suddenly stepped in front of her and handed a bank card to the teller.
"I want to do a demand deposit transaction," the middle‑aged uncle said.
The teller had been looking furious and was about to curse him out, but when she lowered her head and saw the golden bank card in the middle‑aged uncle’s hand, her expression instantly changed. Every card issued by the bank is different: ordinary cards look ordinary, while commemorative, anniversary, and other special cards all have their own special designs.
Right now, the card this middle‑aged uncle handed over was a Gold Card, and to get a Gold Card you need to have at least one million deposited in the account; otherwise it’s just a regular card.
A client with over a million on deposit is a big client. So when she saw that what the middle‑aged uncle handed over was a Gold Card, the teller’s expression and attitude changed at once. The string of curses that was already at the tip of her tongue got swallowed back down in an instant.
Immediately, her face turned into a smile. "Okay, sir, please have a seat, I’ll handle it for you right away."
The middle‑aged uncle sat down with a smug look, and as he did so he deliberately glanced back at Zhang Danlin and at Hao Jian standing to the side. That smug expression of his was absolutely over the top. It was as if he were saying, See that? You can’t get serviced and you even got scolded, but I can, because I’m someone important.
He was showing off, and in another sense also taking revenge on Hao Jian.
When Zhang Danlin saw this, her face immediately twisted with anger. Her temper was never that good to begin with—she was lively and outgoing, not like some introverted girls. The reason she hadn’t said anything after being scolded just now was because she did feel a bit in the wrong. After all, they were already off work; insisting they take her deposit really was forcing them. If they helped her, they were being kind; if they didn’t, she couldn’t force them. At most it was a bit unjust in terms of basic decency.
But when she saw that as soon as the teller noticed the sleazy middle‑aged uncle was holding a Gold Card, her attitude changed on the spot—just moments ago she was refusing to process anything and throwing a fit at people, and now her attitude flipped so fast she was all smiles saying she’d take care of it—
If she couldn’t process anyone’s business at all, Zhang Danlin could still accept it. But why was it that she not only couldn’t get served but even got yelled at, while this sleazy middle‑aged uncle could?
Aren’t you off work? Why is it that when it’s his turn you can handle it, but when it’s my turn you can’t? Zhang Danlin’s temper flared up at once. She rushed forward and snapped at the teller, "What do you mean by this? How come you won’t process it for me but you’ll do it for him?"
The teller was immediately displeased when she heard Zhang Danlin talk to her like that. She barked angrily, "When I say we’re off work, we’re off work. I’m not processing it for you and that’s that. You don’t like it? If you don’t like it, then leave."
She could tell Zhang Danlin was a student; how much trouble could a student cause? So she just directly roared at her. But Zhang Danlin was the type of girl who hated to admit defeat. Seeing this, she got even angrier—if you won’t let me do it today, then I’m damn well going to do it.
Just then, the middle‑aged uncle looked at Zhang Danlin with utter contempt and said, "Little girl, if you don’t have the clout, stop making a scene here. I still have business to do."
"I..." Zhang Danlin was so angry she couldn’t even get a full sentence out.
She was about to go over and argue with the teller when someone suddenly grabbed her and pulled her behind them.
That person was Hao Jian. He stepped forward, pulled Zhang Danlin behind him to shield her, then took the cash from her as well as her bank card. The middle‑aged uncle was sitting right in front of him, and without a word, Hao Jian kicked out, sending the stool flying. The middle‑aged uncle was knocked off the stool and crashed heavily to the ground.
The teller behind the counter was stunned. This was a Gold Card VIP client; if a client like this got injured here, she’d never be able to shoulder the blame. She immediately started to stand up, ready to roar at Hao Jian for daring to lay hands on someone.
But just as she stood up and the words reached her lips, she saw that Hao Jian had already walked up to the counter. He pulled out a black bank card and slapped it on the counter, then placed the pile of cash and Zhang Danlin’s bank card next to it.
"Deposit," Hao Jian said, just that one word, concise and to the point.
But the moment he said it, the teller was instantly dumbstruck. The words that had already reached her mouth were suddenly stuck there, and she couldn’t get a single syllable out. She worked at a bank, so the moment she saw the black card Hao Jian pulled from his pocket, the moment she took in its design, she was stunned.
Others might not recognize this card, but for someone who works at the bank, it was impossible not to know it. One look and she knew this was the Supreme Black Card that Huaxia Bank only issues to top‑tier VIP members. This card symbolizes status and identity; ordinary people could never have it.
Anyone who holds this card is either rich or powerful. Across all of Huaxia, there are definitely fewer than a thousand holders, and in Yun City there are not even two—having two would already be a lot. So there was no need to spell out how much weight this card carried.
And this card could not possibly be fake. She worked in a bank; with one glance she could tell this card was absolutely genuine, not a forgery.
Now a Supreme Black Card holder had suddenly appeared right in front of her, and she was completely stunned. She... she had just been about to unleash a torrent of abuse on Hao Jian. After all, he’d just kicked a Gold Card VIP client to the floor. If she didn’t at least put on a bit of a show, and that Gold Card client decided to blame her, she wouldn’t be able to bear the consequences.
But seeing this, she suddenly felt lucky she hadn’t actually said those words. If she had, she’d probably regret it for the rest of her life. Could she afford to offend a Supreme Black Card user of Huaxia Bank? If he took offense and pursued it, her life as she knew it would be over.
Her eyes went wide as she stared at Hao Jian in disbelief, and her guts twisted with regret. Looking at the girl he was protecting—the very one she’d just yelled at—and then thinking about her own behavior earlier, she broke out in a cold sweat from head to toe.
At this point, the middle‑aged uncle whom Hao Jian had kicked to the floor also stood up. He rubbed his backside—Hao Jian’s kick had nearly ruined his ass—and when he got up and pointed at Hao Jian, about to unleash a stream of curses, his eyes accidentally landed on the black card in Hao Jian’s hand, and he froze.
Even the hand he’d stretched out to point at Hao Jian suddenly lost all strength and drooped. His fingers curled weakly. He had seen this card before; he knew what it was: Huaxia Bank’s Supreme Black Card. He’d only ever seen it once by chance. And now this young man in front of him actually had one.
He... he was scared stiff. Huaxia Bank’s Supreme Black Card— even his billionaire boss would bow and scrape to someone like that and never dare offend them. He... was terrified; his hand hung frozen in mid‑air.
"Deposit!" Seeing the two of them standing there dumbfounded, Hao Jian simply repeated himself.
The teller was clearly scared witless by Hao Jian’s move. When he spoke again, she immediately reached her hand out, looking at Hao Jian with utmost fear and respect.
Her whole body was trembling as she took the card, and her hands shook even harder.
"S‑sir, would you like a demand deposit... or a fixed deposit?"
By the time the teller spoke, she was already stammering. She didn’t even dare look Hao Jian in the eye, keeping her head down, terrified of meeting his gaze.
Her entire demeanor had become stiff and unnatural.
"Demand deposit," Hao Jian said icily.
Immediately afterward, she hurriedly took the stack of cash from Hao Jian with trembling hands and started counting it as fast as she could, then picked up the bank card and began processing the deposit for him.
The middle‑aged uncle, watching this, had originally wanted to say something, but after seeing that Black Card he’d been scared silly. When he thought of how smug he’d just been, looking at Hao Jian with that proud expression, he felt another wave of fear wash over him.
Without another word, he waited until no one was paying attention, snatched up his own things, tucked his tail between his legs, and slipped away without a trace.
