Because Dihao Group's headquarters are in Central Plains, all of Dihao Group Company's accounts are tied to Central Plains Bank.
Not far from the headquarters of Dihao Group was a Central Plains Bank. Ye Fan took less than ten minutes to reach the bank's entrance on his electric scooter.
"Sir, what service would you like to handle?" Just as he entered, a woman in a blue work uniform ca up with a smile.
Ye Fan spoke briefly, "Transfer remittance!"
"Alright, it's a bit busy at the mont; please wait a mont," the uniford woman got Ye Fan a queue number.
Ye Fan nodded, "Thank you!"
"Damn, it really is you, Ye Fan!"
Just then, a sinister gaze within the bank lobby fixed on Ye Fan, filled with intense resentnt.
Ye Fan felt a malicious stare directed at him and turned his head to see Bi Yuntao, Yu Xiangyi's boyfriend, looking at him with a displeased expression.
"Bi Yuntao?" Ye Fan was quite surprised.
Recognized by Ye Fan, Bi Yuntao suppressed the anger in his heart and ca forward, pretending to be enthusiastic, "Yo! Isn't this Ye Fan? What a coincidence, you're here for business, too!"
"Just a transfer remittance!" Ye Fan wasn't very fond of this person.
Bi Yuntao laughed, "Today's a Monday, and everybody's at work, so there are many people handling business. But as a wealth managent manager at Central Plains Bank, let give you priority treatnt in a mont!"
"Thanks, no need!" Ye Fan replied indifferently.
He knew that after Bi Yuntao was repeatedly embarrassed by him at their last al together, if Bi Yuntao didn't cause trouble for him, he would be grateful. Why would Bi Yuntao genuinely offer to help him? Ye Fan didn't buy it.
Seeing Ye Fan's icy manner, Bi Yuntao's face stiffened, and he cursed Ye Fan's ancestors in his heart.
Being courteous and you take it seriously?
Not needed? To hell with you, you think I'd really help you?
While cursing Ye Fan inwardly, Bi Yuntao said on the surface, "Man, Xiangyi is best friends with Miss Su, no need to be so distant. If you need anything just let know!"
"Really not necessary!" Ye Fan said again.
With his smile frozen, and after being rejected by Ye Fan twice, Bi Yuntao could only smile awkwardly, "Alright, alright, join the queue then. Co find if you have any problems!"
"Mhm!" Ye Fan nodded slightly.
He could see right through Bi Yuntao's veiled hostility, so Ye Fan had no intention of showing any kindness towards him.
After leaving the scene, Bi Yuntao's expression turned cold as he grumbled, "Ye Fan, who the hell do you think you are, daring not to show a good face? I gave you face! You want to make a transfer remittance, huh? Dream on!"
After cussing out Ye Fan, Bi Yuntao went to an internal service window and instructed, "Xiao Liu, rember, when no. A088 nad Ye Fan cos to handle a transfer remittance, think of a way not to do it."
"Yes, Manager Bi!" A young man replied respectfully.
After giving his instructions, Bi Yuntao took out his phone and sent Yan Shanshan a text ssage: Manager Yuan, all set!
Little did he know, Bi Yuntao and Yan Shanshan were old acquaintances. All the money from Yan Shanshan's departnt's company accounts was stored in this bank, and the two also had quite a few private business dealings.
Thus, to target Ye Fan, Yan Shanshan approached Bi Yuntao first. When Bi Yuntao heard it was soone nad Ye Fan, the image of the Ye Fan who had repeatedly put him to sha ca to his mind imdiately, but he quickly shook his head, for the na Ye Fan was far too common.
Unexpectedly, the mont Ye Fan walked in, Bi Yuntao was surprised to discover that the Ye Fan ntioned by Yan Shanshan was the very sa Ye Fan he despised to the bone. It was a perfect opportunity for Bi Yuntao to take revenge on Ye Fan.
Bi Yuntao touched his chin, taunting, "Ye Fan, looks like you work at Dihao Group, and even under Yan Shanshan. Later, I'll have a word with Yan Shanshan and get you fired! Dare to offend ? I'm going to ruin you!"
On Monday, there were simply too many people conducting business, and Ye Fan ended up waiting until 11:30 A.M.
"Please co to counter number 1 to process your service, A088!"
Upon hearing his turn had co, Ye Fan got up and headed to counter number one.
"Are you Ye Fan?" the service clerk asked.
Ye Fan looked surprised and responded, "Is there a problem?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ye, I forgot to tell you earlier that soone had a prior appointnt, so please wait a mont!" The clerk said with a smile.
After finishing, the clerk called out to the waiting hall, "Number 89, please co forward to process your service first!"
"Thank you!" a woman imdiately stepped forward.
Seeing this, Ye Fan's expression darkened. Had he not just finally reached his turn, only to be preempted by soone else?
Could one even make advance appointnts for transfer services? He had never heard of such a thing.
Holding back the anger in his heart, Ye Fan returned to the waiting area, but it wasn't long before he grew restless again.
Because, after the woman with number 89 finished her service, the clerk directly called number 90, completely ignoring him.
Seeing Ye Fan's anger, the clerk once again smiled and said, "Mr. Ye, sorry, this was also scheduled in advance!"
"Fine, I'll wait so more," Ye Fan's face grew increasingly grim.
Just as Ye Fan had expected, after number 90 had finished, number 91 was called instead, and he was blatantly overlooked. Inquiring further, he discovered they too had an appointnt.
The service clerk processed the transactions of several people behind Ye Fan without calling him, completing all their services. By then, it was eleven fifty in the morning.
"It's my turn now, right?" Ye Fan stepped up and asked.
With an apologetic face, the clerk said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ye, but my stomach is hurting, and I think I need to use the bathroom. Please wait a mont!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than the clerk quickly left his post and headed for the restroom.
Ye Fan suppressed the urge to curse as he waited at the scene for a good eight or nine minutes.
"Ah, Mr. Ye, it's noon already, how co you haven't left yet?" the clerk ca back and was very surprised to see Ye Fan still there.
Ye Fan glanced at the ti, "There are still two minutes until closing at twelve, what's the hurry?"
With that, Ye Fan placed the folder on the counter.
The clerk laughed teasingly and sat down, but just as he was about to complete the last step of the transfer, his face turned to shock and he exclaid, "Crap, why did the system crash? It's not my fault, Mr. Ye, and besides, it's already twelve o'clock. You'll have to co back this afternoon to complete the process!"
Having said that, he handed all of Ye Fan's items back from the service counter.
"The system crashed? I think you're doing this on purpose!" Ye Fan was completely furious.
Upon hearing this, the clerk pointed at Ye Fan's nose and retorted, "Mr. Ye, you can eat wrong food but you can't speak wrong words. Why would I target you for no good reason?"
"Really?" Ye Fan's expression grew colder.
At this mont, Bi Yuntao ca out from the office, and upon seeing Ye Fan still there, he stepped forward and sneered, "What's going on? Ye Fan, you still haven't finished your business? I've told you before, if you have any issues just let know. Look, it's already closing ti, and it has delayed your affairs, right?"
"Cut the crap, Bi Yuntao, was it you who instructed him to do this?" Ye Fan asked coldly.
Confronted by Ye Fan, Bi Yuntao's smile faded, and with a look of contempt as though watching a clown, he sarcastically said, "Since you asked so directly, I'm not afraid to tell you, it was ! How dare you offend and then co here to conduct business, fuck you!"
"No more pretense, I'm laying it all out! It was who instructed him to do it, are you mad? Just ask yourself if you're mad, because I love seeing you wanting to take down but not being able to!"
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