Wealth

Generally speaking, an evil soul that occupies the body of a young child obviously has too much advantage over a middle-aged man in terms of the talent for crying. Child crying is a normal expression and a catharsis of emotions under environmental constraints. Therefore, when Fan Wuyi cried, his surroundings were immediately excited, and a big man who played fake crying was naturally disdainful, especially when the two were compared. Down.

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and wiped his eyes. He suddenly noticed that the hairs were a bit upside-down. He slightly opened a gap between the fingers covering his eyes and peeped at him, only to find that everyone was glaring at him and still pointing. Obviously, they will never be sympathetic to their emotional tendencies.

"Oops, it seems that this trick is not working." When the middle-aged man saw this, he immediately thought about it. Anyway, this matter can't be solved by himself. It is better to wait for the director to come back to deal with it by himself. Anyway, he does it. Something came out.

　　 So the middle-aged man twitched his hands and feet abruptly, foaming from the corners of his mouth, and turning his eyes so that he could not see the black eye, he leaned straight against one of the female staff and fell down.

"Hey! Deputy Director Liu—what's wrong with you—" the female staff member immediately yelled in horror. She grabbed the middle-aged man by the collar with one hand, trying to pull him up, and at the same time called another female staff member Come and help.

Her companion discovered that Deputy Director Liu was squeezing her eyes secretly at herself, and immediately reacted, and hurriedly shouted, "Let's let it all, let it all! Deputy Director Liu's horned wind broke out, almost let it all! "

　　 The two women dragged and dragged Deputy Director Liu back into the bank building, only to hear the noise inside, and then there was no news.

　　 "This kid, won't kill people, right?" Boss Wang was confused by his illusion, feeling a little nervous in his heart.

　　 "It's a pretense at the first sight--" Fan Wubing looked on with cold eyes, breaking the secret.

　　When it comes to playing scheming, ten bosses tied together are no better than one Fan Wuxie. How could the tricks played by the middle-aged man escape Fan Wuxie's eyes? But since the opponent has already retreated, and he is not the righteous man, Fan Wubing has no need to chase after him.

　　 As soon as these people left, they saw a white car stopped by the side of the road.

I saw a car at the beginning of the year. It was very new. Waiting for idlers would naturally have no right and no money to enjoy this kind of luxury goods, which symbolizes the status of rights. Fan Wuyao glanced at the car twice, only to see a forty or so. The white fat man rolled out of the car and staggered towards him. Seeing that his face was flushed, he seemed to bring out a lot of ethanol vapor between his breaths, and he knew that this person must be He is a serious alcoholic.

　　 But one thing is certain, he definitely didn't drive under the influence of alcohol, because the driver had already ran down from the side door and held Fatty Bai.

Although Fatty Bai was drinking too much, he was used to the test of alcohol after all. The steps under his feet swayed, but his sight did not affect his sight. He noticed Fan Wuyi and the others on the side of the road. Only when he received a notice from the inside, he said It was someone outside the gate who was making trouble, and at this time, he was insightful about the identities of Fan Wubing and others.

He pushed away the driver who was supporting him with one hand, hobbled over at Fan Wuyao, looked at Fan Wuyao with a pair of blurred drunk eyes, and then hiccuped, "Uh, from the pig farm, right? ?"

　　 Boss Wang glanced at Fan Wuyi, then nodded to Fatty Bai, thinking that this person might be the leader of the bank.

　　 "I-Mei Tianliang -" Bai Fatty shook his head, and said with the thumb of his right hand nodding his nose.

"No god? It's the first time I've seen such an honest person when I grow up like this--" Fan Wubing was taken aback. He had seen someone so arrogant, had never seen someone so arrogant, and actually pointed at him. The nose is self-confident, what do you say about this?

　　 The white fat man looked at the other person’s expression and knew that the other person would be wrong, so he shook his hand and explained drunkenly, “It’s not godless! It’s Mei Tianliang! The plum blossoms, the conscience of heaven and earth! You know, don’t you?”

Oh! Now Fan Wubing finally understands that he dare to be the director of the bank. It turns out that his big name is Mei Tianliang. This name is really similar to Fan Wubing's name!

　　 Seeing that Fan Wubing and Boss Wang finally reacted, Fatty Bai pointed to the piece of white cloth filled with shoe polish, and asked, "I'm here--what do you mean?"

Mr. Wang braced the white cloth upright and replied loudly, "What do you mean? Should I ask you? I didn't say hello, so I blocked my account. You think you are. Who? I go to court to sue you!"

Fatty Bai suddenly got a big head, rubbed his dizzy forehead with his fingers, and said to the two of them, "This is something, oh!" There was no more text for a while. He looked at the white cloth behind them. As well as the shocking big words above, he suggested, "Shall we change the place of speaking? There are people here~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Why bother with the storm?"

　　 "I have no opinion." Boss Wang glanced at Fan Wuyi, and when he nodded in agreement, he replied.

　　 A moment later, three people appeared in Mei Tianliang's office.

After pouring strong tea for a while, the drunk Mei Tianliang finally came over, rubbed his red forehead, and said to the two people, "You guys, I really didn't do it by my brother. You are on the street outside. I'm so passive, brother!"

"Isn't I looking for someone? I only know that you have blocked my account! I can't get the money, so naturally I have to find a bank to settle the account. Is there any other choice? Besides, why did we even have our own account blocked? I don't even know if I fall!" Boss Wang insisted on asking Mei Tianliang's excuses.

　　 "Didn't the front desk staff explain the situation to you?" Mei Tianliang asked pretendingly in surprise.

The two stared at him blankly and did not talk. Mei Tianliang felt bored when he saw it. Knowing that it was impossible to get rid of these two easily, he sat down safely and scratched his tousled hair. , Considering how to confess to the two, after all, this matter is a bit illegal.

　　 It is really a headache to block the account of the depositor at will, and there is no valid reason that can be easily obtained. According to past experience, the other party’s financial path is in his own hands, and the account is blocked. It should be a pleading to unfreeze the account. But depending on the attitude of the two in front of you, you don’t care about the dozens of accounts on the account. Ten thousand yuan seems to have the meaning of holding on to oneself. It is hard to say how to deal with it.

　　 The so-called stunned people are afraid of going too far, and people who are too afraid of death. People don't care about the money. Your bank really doesn't have any tricks.