"Hello, hello, are you Mr. Zhang? I am the person in charge here, just call me Lao Ma..." When the old man saw the female staff member, he immediately ran over and held Zhang Yang's hand, as if he had not seen him for many years.
Just friends.
"My surname is Zhang, Zhang Yang, are you mistaken?" Zhang Yang really couldn't figure out why a bank president would be so enthusiastic about him. What's more, this is no longer ordinary enthusiasm. To describe it as flattery is not an exaggeration.
"Yes, yes, we are all familiar with Mr. Zhang's information. We signed a telephone agreement not long ago. I can hear your voice. It's you, it's definitely you. That's right, haha... Come on,
Mr. Zhang, let’s go to the VIP room and talk slowly..."
Facing the two attentive faces, Zhang Yang felt powerless. Of course, he also wanted to know what happened.
Zhang Yang was taken to a room inside the VIP room. This room looked very luxurious, with mahogany furniture, a huge leather sofa, a gold-plated crystal chandelier hanging from the top, and a thick dark red carpet on the floor.
There is a feeling of grandeur and grandeur.
"It's funny." The president quickly apologized when he saw Zhang Yang looking around at the interior decoration. It seemed that the decoration was too shabby, which made him embarrassed.
"Ahem...what's going on?" Zhang Yang felt that he had too much of a peasant mentality. He smiled awkwardly and sat on the huge sofa. Although Zhang Yang had some thoughts of a superior, he was still a student.
I have never been to such a magnificent place, so naturally I feel a little embarrassed.
"That's right, we hope that Mr. Zhang's 10 billion US dollars can extend the saving time..."
"Ah... 10 billion... I have 10 billion US dollars..." Zhang Yang almost jumped up.
"It's okay, it's okay, you go out first..." the president said to the woman who accompanied Zhang Yang in at the beginning.
"Don't worry, we will keep it a secret. Mr. Zhang told me last time that you inherited an inheritance from an American relative and signed an agreement with us over the phone, saying that the money will be deposited in our bank for a year. Don't worry.
, Our bank has a strict confidentiality system and will never leak customer information..."
Zhang Yang had a dull look on his face, watching the old man's mouth opening and closing, not listening to what he said at all. He had already understood that he now had 10 billion US dollars in his bankbook, and it was he who called the old man himself.
They probably signed some electronic agreement or something like that. No matter how stupid Zhang Yang was, he still wanted to know that the little monk was responsible.
Obviously, the call was also made by the young monk, and his voice was probably simulated. This is not too difficult for a smart program.
Soon, Zhang Yang figured it out, and it was pretty much what he had guessed. The young monk pretended to be in his name and said that he had inherited a huge inheritance in the United States. He also said that because he had to study and it was inconvenient, he used a phone fax to sign a contract with the bank.
I signed a one-year fixed-term contract, and the specific contents of the contract were publicized and wanted to be obtained without looking at them. Various obstacles to withdrawal must have been set up.
"Can I withdraw the 10 billion U.S. dollars?" Zhang Yang asked weakly. He was already exhausted by the amount of 10 billion U.S. dollars.
"Ah...ahem...Mr. Zhang, are you not satisfied with our service? We have signed an agreement..."
The old man was suddenly shocked. He was here to do a publicity job, but when he found out that the other party actually wanted to withdraw money in advance, he suddenly panicked. With these 10 billion US dollars, their bank's savings business can be said to have reached a new level.
, his promotion is just around the corner...
"Forget it, let's talk about it in half a year. I will try my best to consider it."
Zhang Yang stood up. He didn't want to talk to this fat man. His brain couldn't be as smart as a smart program. It was certain that the smart program had closed all channels for him to withdraw money.
Even if there are some loopholes, the smart program can definitely transfer 10 billion before he withdraws the money. For a program that can simulate human voices and can also crack the bank's security system, this should be
easy.
"Yes, yes..." The president did not dare to say more, nodded and stood up to open the door for Zhang Yang.
The service in the VIP room was indeed different. The woman had already stood at the door with a flamboyant bankbook and five hundred dollars.
Under the attention of a group of bank staff, Zhang Yang walked out of the bank door with a measly five hundred yuan and his bankbook.
Gosh!
Ten billion dollars!
Zhang Yang looked at the clear sky, desperately imagining how big ten billion US dollars would be if put together... He wanted to cry but had no tears.
I actually doubted that I couldn’t get even one million yuan for a smart program, woo hoo...
It's painful. There is no pain in life like this. Although he has 10 billion US dollars in his account, he still eats lunch every day. It's painful! Zhang Yang wants to cry loudly to vent his depression.
Little monk!
Little monk!
Aladdin's lamp!
Zhang Yang can't wait to take out that nasty little monk and chop him with a few knives. What nonsense is Aladdin's magic lamp? If he had known that guy was so rich, he should have had tens of billions, even 120 million. No US dollars are needed.
, just RMB...
Suddenly, Zhang Yang was shocked. Are those two martial arts secret books true?
This surname may be too big!
Ten billion U.S. dollars can be left in the bank for a year, so what can't happen?
Thinking of this, Zhang Yang couldn't wait to spread his wings and run to the bar.
Soon, Zhang Yang found a bar nearby. In City C, there weren’t many other things, but bars like this could be found on almost every street.
Pay the money, get the account, turn on the phone, log in via QQ, all in one go!
Zhang Yang was so excited that he couldn't believe that what the little monk gave him was rubbish. It was like a billionaire giving a gift in life. No matter how ordinary it is, it is not a bargain.
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ps: Recommended brother’s good book "The Wind and Water in Another World", Maoshan Trail Journey to Another World. ISBN: 1086383
