He just didn't expect that his grandfather's meddling would make the old man faint. Fortunately, Arui called just now to say that his grandfather had woken up and was fine, just too angry.
"Achen, no, no, no, you should ask these Han people over there to turn off the recording equipment first. We Miao people can resolve this internally."
The video cameras next to them were brought by Lu Rui and his team from Shanghai. They didn't expect that the Drum Festival wouldn't even start yet, and they could already do a live audition.
Mu Chen laughed heartily, sitting lazily on the hood like a child, and said, "It seems that Director Yang still doesn't understand what I mean! If I didn't give him a chance, your superior would be here by now."
“Ah Chen, I’ll deal with them right away, and then I’ll personally go to your clansman to apologize and clear your name. Please don’t report this to higher authorities, okay? After all, I’m your uncle, so give your uncle some face.”
President Yang is a core member of the Qingmiao faction. It is no easy thing for him to bow his head, especially in front of everyone.
Now that Mu Achen had achieved his goal, he naturally wouldn't hold a grudge, but he still cheerfully made a few sarcastic remarks about Bank Manager Yang:
“You are all people with secure jobs, and we are just ordinary country folk who can’t afford to offend you. Besides, we don’t have the ability to interfere with your bank’s internal operations.”
"However, since Director Yang has said so, how could I, Mu Achen, dare to go against you? As long as my clansman doesn't misunderstand me again because of your illegal activities, and your Qingmiao branch doesn't think about revenge, I, Mu Achen of the Black Miao, will be burning incense with gratitude."
"Otherwise, if you send that top student from South China University of Technology, a senior, to the Drum Festival to mess with me, a nobody without a diploma, wouldn't I be asking for trouble?"
Upon hearing this, President Yang's heart skipped a beat, and his gaze toward Mu Achen completely changed.
These words may not be very insulting, but they can be quite hurtful.
Although Tianfeng County was a poor and remote place, how could Director Yang, who was in the know, not understand the meaning behind Mu Achen's words?
President Yang never expected that a seventeen-year-old boy from the Black Miao region would not only seize his weakness but also kick his proud nephew, Yang Ze.
He's the core of Qingmiao!
This matter will definitely reach Balong Ancient Village, and then Director Yang won't know how to face the elderly people of Qingmiao.
"President Yang, please! Go directly to Black Crow Village. Our chieftain is home, so I won't see you off."
The road between Quedongzhai and Heiwuzhai has not only been dug out, but also paved with cement. It's only two or three kilometers away from here, not far at all.
As he turned around, President Yang gave the seemingly harmless Mu Achen a deep look.
Unexpectedly, they saw Mu Achen waving to the people recording the video, signaling them to follow him.
This made President Yang so angry that his lips twitched violently.
The Miao people who had gathered at the entrance of Quedong Village gradually dispersed, and Uncle Arong and Uncle Agan came over.
Uncle Agan asked suspiciously, "Achen, did you do that on the mountaintop earlier?"
"Ah Chen, that was a brilliant move. You've crushed the two brightest stars of the Qingmiao branch of Balong Ancient Village." Uncle Arong gave him a thumbs up.
Ah Chen said dejectedly, "But if I had known that our clan elder was so easily frightened, I would have patted their Balong Ancient Village in a different way."
"Yes, yes, we didn't realize your intention at first! Get out of the car first, this car is really expensive, don't dent it."
Although Uncle Rong had only driven this car once, he dreamed of experiencing that exhilarating feeling again.
So when he saw Mu Achen stepping directly on the hood, he felt the same heartache as if his own beloved car had been ravaged.
Uncle Agan stepped forward and whispered, "Achen, you can't be too careful. Director Yang is not only from Balong Ancient Village, but also the core of the Qingmiao branch. And our orchard's money is kept in the town's savings bank under his management. Do you think we should switch to another bank?"
Are there any other banks in town besides the savings bank?
“The Agricultural Bank of China just opened a branch, and they contacted us a few days ago, hoping we would transfer our money to their bank.”
"Okay, the Agricultural Bank is much more convenient than the savings bank, but we need to ask for a higher interest rate when we talk about it."
"Ah Chen, you know a lot, you go and negotiate!"
Ah Chen immediately shook his head: "I don't have time right now. How about we wait for the Holy Maiden to come back? She's a top student in finance. With her help, it'll be a piece of cake."
"I'll listen to you."
Mu Achen chuckled sinisterly and said, "Today's move has already made Director Yang lose face. If we transfer tens of millions from the savings banks under his jurisdiction, his position as county bank director will be over."
"Oh, is it really that big of an impact?"
“Uncle Arong, if you don’t believe me, call the Holy Maiden. She will tell you the inside story. Nowadays, major banks are using many more creative methods to attract deposits. Anyway, what I fear most now is answering calls from banks.”
How could Uncle Rong not believe Ah Chen?
Uncle Agan believed it too. In order to learn more about finance, he immediately went to the mountaintop and used Achen's landline to contact the Holy Maiden.
After listening to Uncle Agan's account, Amo, who was far away in Yanjing, asked Uncle Arong for more details.
This startled Amo.
Even if Amo knew that Achen was not as simple as she saw him, Achen's shyness might only be more pronounced in front of her.
Unexpectedly, Ah Chen had such methods, silently slapping the head of the Balong Ancient Village of the Qingmiao branch in the face.
That was a really loud slap!
"Holy Maiden, Ah Chen asked me to ask you this question. What are your thoughts?"
Amo smiled brightly, but she knew Achen's true intentions were probably more complex than what Uncle Agan had said.
My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
