"No need to call, I am the lobby manager of this branch. Just say whatever you want!"
The bank employee pointed at the name tag on his white shirt, "Did you see it clearly?"
"Oh ho, you really are a manager?" Wu Yong looked at the lobby manager's chest and couldn't help but laugh.
The lobby manager watched as the person in front of the counter left and said to the Nike-clad gold cardholder beside him, "Mr. Liang, you go ahead and conduct your business!"
"Hold on, I said no cutting in line!" Lin Tian frowned.
"No cutting in line!" Wu Yong furrowed his brows with an air of readiness to fight.
"You two poor bastards! Didn't you hear what the staff said? If you have two hundred thousand, you go ahead of me. If not, don't bloody speak!"
This guy called Mr. Liang, dressed head-to-toe in Nike, sounded as arrogant as if he was touching the sky.
"Who the hell said my bro Tian doesn't have two hundred thousand?"
