Jiang Suisui's hair flower received unanimous praise and envy from her roommates.

Li Chunjiao couldn't hold back her words and said, "It's just a flower in the hair... It doesn't cost much."

Zhao Qianyun disagreed: "Is this a matter of money? This is about the thought! When my dad comes back from a mission, he always brings some small gifts for my mom. They don't cost much, but my mom is always very happy. She says it means that he is thinking about her even though he is away! This is much more important than money. It's so vulgar to always talk about money!"

After being criticized, Li Chunjiao pouted and held back from saying anything.

Jiang Suishun pulled Zhao Qianyun and shook her head to signal her to stop talking.

Zhao Qianyun curled her lips and changed the subject: "Sui Sui, when it comes to giving gifts, I think your partner is more like my dad!"

Jiang Suisui burst out laughing, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Oh my God, why do you still think he looks like your dad?"

She couldn't help but put her chin in her hand and thought: "Is my partner so fatherly?"

Zhao Qianyun waved her hands quickly: "No, no! My dad is not a kind father. He is very strict. People who don't know him will think he looks fierce."

"But your date does look a bit like my dad, especially his eyes and eyebrows! So I always have the illusion that I'm seeing my dad when he was young. Next time you have the chance, you must meet him, maybe you will have the same feeling as me!"

Jiang Sunshun didn't take it seriously and smiled nonchalantly, "Maybe good-looking people all look alike."

Zhao Qianyun thought for a moment and said, "Maybe..."

·

During dinner in the evening, Jiang Suinsui handed the foreign currency tip to Song Weizhen, and Song Weizhen rode his bicycle to the bank the next day.

He found a nearby foreign exchange bank. There were not many people there and he was the only one doing business at the counter.

After Song Wei Zheng explained his purpose, he handed the money to the counter. The staff at the counter took it without even blinking, and began to count it with an expressionless face.

At this time, the bank door was pushed open again, and several people in bank work uniforms walked in around a middle-aged man in a suit and tie.

The man in the suit was obviously of a special status, standing out from the crowd. When he was escorted in, Song Weizheng felt that the staff who were counting in front of him suddenly sat up straight.

The man in a suit was looking around under the guidance of the staff, frowning and nodding, occasionally whispering a few words, and the people around him hunched their backs. It looked like a leader from above who came to inspect.

Song Wei Zheng took a quick glance and lost interest. At this time, the counter staff had also counted the number.

For some reason, the staff member who had been indifferent at first suddenly stood up and said to Song Weizheng in an exceptionally loud and full voice: "You want to exchange a total of 45 yuan, which will be converted into 71 yuan according to the current exchange rate. Please keep it."

Then, with a standard smile and a pious bow, he handed the money in his hand to Song Wei Zheng.

Song Wei Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly, said nothing, and reached out to take it.

At this time, perhaps attracted by the staff's loud voice, the man in a suit who came to inspect walked over, and the staff's smile suddenly became more brilliant.

Song Wei Zheng ignored it, took the money, counted it briefly, and turned to leave.

The man in the suit suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

Song Weizheng frowned slightly, raised his eyelids and looked at him, raised his eyebrows and said, "Talk to me?"

A staff member nearby came over and asked nervously, "President Lin, do you have any instructions?"

President Lin said to several staff members, especially the one at the counter, sternly: "Did I tell you that you should be careful and attentive when doing things, and have a holistic view. Don't just do whatever comes your way, you are like a wooden man without thinking!"

Then he shifted his gaze towards Song Weizheng, looking him up and down, with an uncomfortable arrogance in his eyes.

President Lin pointed at the counter and said in a voice that was not to be ignored, "Where did you get the foreign currency you exchanged from?"

Song Weizheng's brows were slightly cold. He was taller than President Lin, so he looked down at him without any hesitation and said, "Does the bank's business also include investigating the source of income?"

President Lin thought that this young man was a little ignorant, so he smiled and said, "Of course, the bank has the responsibility to ensure that every money transaction is clean and legal."

The obvious suspicion that had been pointed out almost made Song Weizheng slightly angry. He crossed his arms, pierced President Lin with a sharp gaze, and said coldly: "Oh? So what do you want to do now? Do you suspect that my money came from an unclean source, so you want to confiscate it, or do you want to arrest me on behalf of the police?"

President Lin paused slightly, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with Song Weizheng's words and gaze. Most people would nod and bow quickly to explain under his authority, but this young man was simply a thorn in the flesh.

Fortunately, President Lin didn't say anything. The staff beside him had already understood what he meant and said fiercely: "Our president is asking you, so you should explain it well! How can people not be suspicious of you when you look at your tattered clothes? Where did your rice and yuan come from?"

Song Wei Zheng lowered his eyelids and looked at his "tattered and tattered" clothes.

Indeed, he had just returned yesterday and had not had time to pack, so this morning he just picked up an old piece of clothes he brought from the village and put them on, but they were clean and tidy, without any patches.

Song Wei Zheng curled up his lips into a mocking sneer, he didn't expect that this piece of clothing would become tattered in the eyes of these people.

Song Weizheng said coldly: "If you want to get to the bottom of this, please call the police. Otherwise, you don't have the power to do so."

"Hey you!" The staff was used to it and had never seen such an uncooperative person. "If you don't explain clearly, don't even think about changing the money today!"

"That's perfect." Song Weizheng slapped the Chinese Yuan in his hand on the counter, raised his hand to the counter staff, and said, "I don't plan to change it here with you either."

The staff member's show of force did not receive the expected response, and he immediately became a little angry. He waved his hand and said to the people inside: "Give him the money. We will not take his business anymore!"

The counter clerk was so panicked that her face turned pale. She had originally wanted to show off in front of the inspecting leader, but who knew that such a mistake would happen. With trembling hands, she handed the rice she had just received back to Song Weizheng.

When President Lin saw Song Weizheng taking the money and preparing to leave, he shook his head and sighed, "Young man, there is no need to be overly arrogant. Banking work requires rigor. If you can't even stand this kind of routine questioning, then you will probably never achieve great things in the future."

Song Weizheng raised his eyebrows, sneered, and said, "President Lin, there is no need to be so arrogant. If such behavior is just a routine inquiry for your bank, then I believe it will go bankrupt sooner or later."

"You!" President Lin's face suddenly turned pale, as if he had been hit in a sore spot.

Song Wei Zheng didn't waste time with him anymore. He took the money and left.

"President Lin... don't be angry! It's all because of that kid just now!" The staff member next to him said cautiously, "By the way, President, we... we really haven't asked such a question before, so do we need to add such a rule in the future? We must carefully question suspicious people and not accept money from unknown sources."

President Lin's face was slightly embarrassed for a moment. He cleared his throat and said solemnly, "There is no need for rules. There is no need to put them on the table. But you must be serious in your work in the future and don't make any more mistakes. Our bank's performance has been declining for two consecutive years. This year, I don't want to see such a result again."

After saying this, he walked around the counter with a sullen face and entered the back office.

After everyone left, the counter clerk patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief. She sat down with a bitter face, thinking that she was really unlucky to have offended the bank president.

Obviously... she clearly saw that the man just now had handsome features and a decent temperament, so why did the bank president suddenly pick on him?

At this moment, Lin Yuanzhi, also known as President Lin, was also feeling annoyed and puzzled.

He originally came to inspect the continuously declining performance. The foreign exchange bank's performance has been very poor in the past two years, and the Yue family seems unwilling to continue to provide him with support.

If there is no improvement, he may not be able to remain as the bank president for much longer.

When he was feeling anxious, he happened to meet the young man just now. His eyes and eyebrows inexplicably made Lin Yuanzhi irritated, and the previous experience happened as a result.

Lin Yuanzhi waved away everyone and leaned back in his office chair alone. He closed his eyes, pinched his brows, and looked tired.

After an unknown amount of time, the office door was suddenly pushed open. Lin Yuanzhi opened his eyes and was about to yell, but when he saw the person coming in, his brows relaxed and he smiled gently, completely different from before.

"Jiabao, why are you here?"

Zhao Jiabao walked into Lin Yuanzhi's office as if he was entering his own home, and the orchid jade pendant on his neck swayed gently as he walked.

He skillfully moved a chair and sat next to Lin Yuanzhi, saying with a smile, "Dad, I'm here to comfort you."

·

After leaving the Foreign Exchange Bank, Song Weizhen rode a little further and went to the State-owned Bank to withdraw money. Then he turned the car around and sped up, preparing to go back before noon to have lunch with Jiang Suisui.

On the way back, we passed through a deserted alley, and the sound of bicycle tires rolling over the road was particularly clear.

When passing the corner of the alley, a black shadow suddenly caught up. Song Wei Zheng's eyes froze, and he suddenly turned the front of the car and hit it directly.

The black shadow was knocked to the ground and let out a painful wail.

At the same time, four more people rushed out from the corner and surrounded Song Weizhen.

He comes with bad intentions.

The black figure who was knocked down struggled to get up. A deep scar on his face made him look ferocious.

He stood up and spat fiercely: "Damn it! Brat, I was just doing the job for money, but you pissed me off, guys, come on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, five people pulled out wooden sticks from behind and threw them at Song Weizheng mercilessly.

"Ah——" Not far away, the girl who accidentally came in let out a terrified scream, completely breaking the tranquility of the alley.