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.

Zhou Sheng was quite short, only about 1.6 meters tall, resembling a stubby winter melon, while Xu Fan, standing at 1.8 meters tall, towered over him, patting his face as if he was a teacher disciplining a primary school student.

“Sir, it’s all my fault. I apologize. Can you deposit your money now?” Knowing he couldn’t afford to antagonize the young man capable of nonchalantly presenting over ten million yuan, Zhou Sheng allowed Xu Fan to pat his face, not daring to react in the slightest.

“Here, help me deposit this,” Xu Fan said, pulling out a crumpled one-yuan note from his pocket and handing it over to Zhou Sheng.

He then closed the lids of the cases, which were filled with the two large amounts of money.

“You…you aren’t going to deposit the money from the cases?” Zhou Sheng, holding the one yuan in his hand, almost lost his mind, staring at Xu Fan somewhat dumbfounded.

“I’ll deposit however much I want. What, isn’t one yuan still money?” Xu Fan quipped, giving Zhou Sheng a cold glance.

“Yes! Yes! I’ll take care of it immediately.” Zhou Sheng felt a chill down to his spine from Xu Fan’s gaze, not looking back, he hurriedly went behind the counter.

The bank employees, used to seeing Zhou Sheng throw his weight around because of his uncle, couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction at his setback, forgetting to focus on their work and snickering as they watched his awkward predicament.

“Ahaha, Zhou Sheng, this idiot, finally got what was coming for him after looking down on others. It’s about time someone put him in his place for his high-and-mighty attitude.”

“One yuan is still love. If everyone donates just one yuan to Zhou Sheng, then wouldn’t he become the person who’s brought in the most deposits?”

“Let everyone go deposit one yuan with him, and wear the poor sod out.”

“The guy making the deposit seems familiar. Wasn’t he the one with the global limited edition Supreme Black Diamond Card withdrawing money yesterday? And now here he is depositing money today. Of all people, Zhou Sheng had to mess with this big shot. Zhou Sheng’s days are numbered, I reckon.”

Watching Zhou Sheng deposit the one yuan into his card and then humbly come out to hand it over to him, Xu Fan finally let out a hint of a smile and mocked, patting Zhou Sheng’s face, “Be careful with your words in the future.”

“The client is absolutely right!” Zhou Sheng said, nodding his head meekly.

“Alright, I’m going to deposit my money in a different bank. I’ve already deposited a sizeable amount of one yuan here; the rest of the small change can go to the bank next door.” After saying this, Xu Fan picked up the two cases and confidently strode out.

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.