Chapter 92 - 92 Farmer’s Bank_1

Chapter 92 Farmer’s Bank_1

Translator: 549690339

“Psh, if you’re just depositing money, queue up and take a number like everyone else. If it’s less than three thousand yuan, just deposit it at the ATM. Make sure you hold those two shabby boxes steady; if they knock into our machines, it’ll be on you,” Zhou Sheng said to Xu Fan with a face full of disdain.

In his view, considering Xu Fan’s attire, it would be surprising if he had even a few thousand yuan—how much can a loser possibly save?

The clients he handled personally were all depositing sums of a hundred thousand or two hundred thousand, and some business owners even deposited millions at a time. For someone like Xu Fan, Zhou Sheng couldn’t be bothered to give him the time of day.

“Is this the kind of service your bank offers?” Xu Fan asked coldly.

“What’s the issue? Since you’re here to deposit money, you have to follow the bank’s rules. Expecting to skip the line? Not a chance,” Zhou Sheng said with a sneer, utterly disdainful.

Although the other bank employees were not very pleased with Zhou Sheng’s behavior, they all knew better than to cross the bank manager’s nephew, so none of them said a word.

Xu Fan didn’t respond. He simply placed the two cases on the service counter and flipped the lids open, revealing stacks and stacks of cash.

“I only have five minutes. If it can’t be deposited in that time, I can switch to another bank.”

Zhou Sheng’s eyes lit up instantly—the amount of cash in those boxes was easily over ten million yuan. Although he was the manager’s nephew, he still needed to bring in customers to deposit money.

He received a commission for the money his customers deposited—the bank gave him roughly ten yuan per month for every ten thousand yuan deposited. Based on the cash in these boxes, as long as Xu Fan made the deposit through him, Zhou Sheng could earn more than ten thousand yuan in bonuses each month.

“I apologize for my earlier behavior. I’ll deposit your money right now,” Zhou Sheng said, his expression changing to one of groveling subservience, a smile plastered across his face, a complete reversal from before.

“That’s more like it for a service employee!” Xu Fan lightly patted Zhou Sheng’s face.

The two cases weighed at least over a hundred kilos each, but in his hands, they seemed as light as feathers.

Zhou Sheng watched Xu Fan walk away, his face turning shades of purple and green.

That was over ten million yuan in deposit business right there, a target many couldn’t meet in a year, and it just slipped right through his fingers.

Unable to face the mocking glances of his colleagues, Zhou Sheng wished he could crawl into a hole; he had lost all face to stay in the bank any longer, so he asked for an emergency leave and fled the scene.

Xu Fan left Yan Country Bank, two cases of cash in hand, and walked into a nearby Farmer’s Bank.

In the enthusiastic reception of the hall staff, Xu Fan tossed the two cases of money onto the counter simply saying, “Deposit!”

The clerks at Farmer’s Bank usually dealt with deposits of a few thousand or tens of thousands, and at the sight of so much money, they nearly fainted with joy.

Even the cash delivered by armored trucks every day wasn’t as much as Xu Fan brought, and he suddenly shone in their eyes with a halo of sanctity.

In less than ten minutes, the bank clerks completed the account opening and deposit procedures for Xu Fan, who was promptly designated as the most esteemed five-star VIP customer. They even politely presented Xu Fan with a range of deposit gifts, laying them in front of him.

Among the gifts were a microwave oven, a washing machine, rice, oil, and bagged Zhonghai Jialemei Supermarket fresh eggs—the same bag Xu Fan used when he withdrew money to buy a car.

Xu Fan glanced at the gifts, finding nothing of use to him, and with a wave of his hand, he gave them to the lobby manager who had greeted him warmly upon his entry.

The pure-faced lobby manager felt embarrassed and declined repeatedly, but seeing no escape, she took out her phone and insisted on adding Xu Fan on WeChat to transfer him the cash equivalent of the gifts.

After pondering for a moment, Xu Fan did not refuse. He took out his phone and added the customer manager’s WeChat ID.

“My WeChat ID is my real name, Li Xin. I hope you will visit Farmer’s Bank more often. We will always provide you with the best service,” Li Xin said, a little shyly, to Xu Fan.

“No problem,” Xu Fan nodded, picked up his card with the 15 million yuan deposit, and left Farmer’s Bank.