The Road to Slaying God

"Hello, hello, are you Mr. Zhang? I'm the person in charge here, and calling me Laoma is..." The old man ran over to hold Zhang Yang's hand immediately after seeing the female staff member, like an old man whom he hadn't seen for many years. Friends are average.

"My surname is Zhang, Zhang Yang, have you made a mistake?" Zhang Yang really couldn't figure out why a president should be so enthusiastic about him, besides, this is no ordinary enthusiasm, and it is no exaggeration to describe it as flattery.

"Yes, yes, we are very 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, hehe... Come on, Mr. Zhang, let's talk slowly in the VIP room..."

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 magnificent, very atmospheric feeling.

"I'm just kidding." Seeing Zhang Yang looking around at the interior decoration, the president quickly apologized, as if the decoration was too shabby, which made him feel embarrassed.

"Ahem...what's the matter?" Zhang Yang felt that he was too peasant, and smiled awkwardly and sat on the huge sofa. Although Zhang Yang had the thinking of some superiors, he was still a student. I have never been to such a magnificent place before, so naturally, I feel a little cramped psychologically.

"That's right, we hope Mr. Zhang's 10 billion US dollars can prolong the saving time..."

"Ah... 10 billion... I have 10 billion US dollars..." Zhang Yang almost jumped up.

"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. Last time, Mr. Zhang told me that you inherited an inheritance from an American relative, and signed an agreement with us on the phone, saying that the money will be deposited in our bank for one year. Don't worry. , Our bank has a strict confidentiality system, and we will never disclose customer information..."

Zhang Yang looked dull, watching the old man's mouth opening and closing, and didn't listen to him at all. He understood that he now has ten billion US dollars in his passbook, and it was he himself who called the old man. It is estimated that some kind of electronic agreement was signed. No matter how stupid Zhang Yang is, he still thinks that it is the ghost of the little monk.

Obviously, the call was also made by the young monk, and it is estimated that his voice was simulated, which is not too difficult for an intelligent program.

Soon, Zhang Yang figured it out. It was roughly the same as what he guessed. The little monk pretended to be his name and said that he had inherited a huge inheritance in the United States. I signed a one-year fixed-term contract, and the specific content of the contract is so public that you can get it without reading it. It must have set up various withdrawal obstacles.

"Can I take out the 10 billion dollars?" Zhang Yang asked weakly, he was exhausted by the amount of 10 billion dollars.

"Ah...ahem...Mr. Zhang, are you not satisfied with our service? We have signed an agreement..."

The old man suddenly turned pale with fright. He was here to do Zhang Yang's work, but knowing that the other party wanted to withdraw money in advance, he suddenly panicked. With this tens of billions of 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 think about it."

Zhang Yang stood up, he didn't want to talk to this fat man, his brain couldn't possibly have a smart program, and it was certain that the smart program had closed all the channels for him to withdraw money.

Even if there were some loopholes, the smart program would definitely be able to transfer 10 billion before he withdrew the money. For a program that can already simulate human voices and crack the bank's security system, it should be easy.

"Yes..." The president didn't dare to say more, nodded and stood up to open the door for Zhang Yang.

The service in the VIP room was really different. The woman had already stood at the door with Zhang Yang's passbook and five hundred oceans.

Amidst the attention of a group of bank staff, Zhang Yang walked out of the bank gate with the pitiful five hundred oceans and his passbook.

Gosh!

Ten billion dollars!

Zhang Yang looked at the clear sky, desperately imagining how big ten billion US dollars would be if they were stacked together... wanted to cry but had no tears.

I actually suspected that a smart program would not be able to spend a million yuan, woohoo...

Painful, there is nothing more painful than this in life, eating box lunches every day even though I have ten billion dollars in my account, painful! Zhang Yang really wanted to cry to vent his depression.

Little monk!

Little monk!

Aladdin's lamp!

Zhang Yang wished he could get that nasty little monk out and chop a few times, what kind of shit is Aladdin's magic lamp? If I knew that guy was so rich, he should have asked for tens of billions, even if it was 100 or 200 million. You don't need dollars, just renminbi...

Impressively, Zhang Yang was shocked. Could it be that the two martial arts cheat books are real?

This possibility is too big!

Ten billion U.S. dollars can be put in the bank casually for a year, so what can't happen?

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang wished he could spread his wings and run to the bar.

Soon, Zhang Yang found one nearby. In City C, there aren't many other things. Almost every street has this thing.

Pay the money, get the number, turn on the phone, and log in to QQ, all in one go!

The excitement in Zhang Yang's heart can't be increased now, even if he is beaten to death, he doesn't believe that what the little monk gave him is rubbish.

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ps: I recommend my brother's good book "Wind and Water from Another World", a journey to another world on the Maoshan Trail. ISBN: 1086383