Wealthy Chapter 448

But Baldy seemed to have misunderstood and said, “I am sure that this mask must have been made by the Yun family.”

We were halfway through our conversation when a blue Volkswagen stopped outside and the account manager, who had just been nose-to-nose and eye-to-eye with us, this time trotted out and very doggedly opened the door for the guests who came in.

“Mr Hai, what business are you conducting today? Don’t go this way, let’s go to the VIP area and talk.”

I’ve heard of dog-legged people, but today was the first time I saw a real dog-legged person, and this guy was just dying to get down on his knees and polish the customer’s shoes, not to mention how disgusting it was compared to the way he treated us just now.

“I’m here to see someone.” Manager Hai pointed at me and smiled, “Boss, long wait.”

The bank’s account manager only remembered at this point that Ju En Yuan was my property, embarra*sed and not knowing what to do, he could only huff a cold laugh.

I sneered back and said, “Not long to wait, hasn’t some idiot been teasing me and relieving me of my boredom?”

Manager Hai saw my angry face and looked at the lobby manager with some confusion.

I said, “It’s alright, it’s good that you’re here, let me introduce you. This is the second leader of the Red Lantern Club, nicknamed Baldy, you will have to be taken care of by the Red Lantern Club in the future. This is my comrade, you can call him Meng Meng.”

Manager Hai was an expert in the business world, and was usually very good at greeting customers, so he was busy shaking hands with the two men and greeting them warmly at this time.

Baldy was cold by nature, but he was used to this kind of scene, while Meng Meng was not so used to it, and kept his hands busy, not knowing how to respond.

After shaking hands, Manager Hai probably had a good idea of what had happened to me and deliberately asked, “Boss, why are you waiting for me here? Not going to the VIP area?”

The bank’s customer service manager didn’t say anything, but his face was red to the base of his neck, and he wanted to find a crack to burrow into.

Even if I wasn’t a VIP, Manager Hai was a proper VIP, and he, a customer service manager, had offended his own customer, so he really didn’t want to make a living.

Hai Kuan has been with me for many years, but once he was just a lobby manager of an ordinary Japanese restaurant and often had his salary deferred.

During my second year in the army, when I was on family leave, I came home and bought Juen Yen, just in time to hear that he was being picked on by a customer in a Japanese restaurant, and that the owner fired Hai Kuan on the spot to appease the customer’s anger.

I was coming out of the Japanese restaurant when I heard Haikuan hiding in the car park, crying and calling home, saying he had been fired, and I had never seen a man who could cry so much.

I later found out that Haikuan’s wife was pregnant and couldn’t work at that time.

Out of compa*sion, I asked him if he was interested in coming to work in my restaurant, as I was going to hire a manager anyway.

I didn’t know anything at the time and I was a complete nerd, so I felt sorry for the man and gave him a job.

I will never forget the look of shock and overwhelming surprise on Haikuan’s face, and it was only a month later that I realised why. Because a month later, when Han Kun called me, he said that the manager of the hotel was not the lobby manager.

“Erm, aren’t those two the same position, aren’t they both managers?”

I asked awkwardly and rhetorically, and only after asking did I remember that before Haikuan came to Juyen Garden to be the manager, he was working as the lobby manager at a Japanese restaurant.

However, Han Kun said that Hai Kuan was doing a good job and that he didn’t need to be fired for the time being, and that he could be fired again if he really didn’t do a good job, and after that Hai Kuan worked for me for four years, almost five years now.

I don’t know how to run a restaurant, so I gave Hai Kuan full authority over the operation of the restaurant, and he submitted the bills to me every year. In four years, he has earned more than a million, if not three million.

The customer service manager’s face looked so bad that he wanted to slip away. If it was before, I would have let this guy go, but today I was in a bad mood and didn’t want to let him go.

I said, “Look down on people, my account is frozen and won’t let me go to the VIP section.”

Hai Foon was surprised, “Boss, how could your account be frozen? Besides, even if your account is frozen, you are still a VIP of the bank, how can you not be allowed to go to the VIP area? That’s too dog-eyed.”

This customer service manager had a very low emotional quotient and was not thick-skinned, so after being sarcastic by Hai Kuan like this, he was in a bad mood and yelled, “Just this little matter, how long are you going to hold a grudge against Zhang Chao? It’s true that I didn’t let you in, but now you want to go to the VIP area together, I’m not stopping you either. If you really care so much, you can withdraw all the money when your account is unfrozen ah, hehe, I just don’t know if there is still a day when your account is unfrozen.”

He was not afraid that what he was saying now would soon become a slap in his face.

Because of our argument, we had already attracted some people to look around.

The fact is that if he had let us go to the VIP area, he wouldn’t have been surrounded by so many tellers and customers watching him bully them.

However, in his heart, the VIP area is the VIP area, only the rich can enter, this must not change.

Meng was so angry that he was about to curse, and Baldy brushed himself off, his powerful aura and killing intent forcing the account manager to shrink back.

Although Hai Kuan didn’t know these two people, he knew at a glance that they were not to be messed with. He was used to making friends with heroes and heroines in his business, and he could tell at a glance who was capable and who was not.

At this point Hai Kuan felt that something was wrong, so he stepped forward and blocked in front of Meng Meng and Baldy, saying to the account manager, “You have a point, I just want to take out all the money today, and I don’t have to be your VIP in the future.”

The people around them who were watching the show simultaneously sucked in a breath of cold air at this time, and the account manager held his face in a grimace.

“Go ahead and take it out, it’s none of my business, why are you showing off your wealth with me here.” He deadpanned, saying he was unwilling to give in despite the fact that the bank had a target for deposits and four million was definitely considered a lot of money.

We weren’t going to let him go soft anyway, we were just going to take the money and leave.

Hai Kuan nodded and we walked together towards the VIP area. As we stood up, someone behind the office window in the general area had already hurriedly stood up and swiped at us before walking out of the backstage and heading upstairs to the leader’s office, and if I was right, this person must have gone upstairs to report.

If I was right, this person must have gone upstairs to report the incident. If the account manager hadn’t reported the incident to the leadership, they would probably have been implicated.

When Baldy saw me looking backwards, he asked, “What are you looking at?”