Hindsight comes to mind.

The expression on her arms folded as she watched the show with pride was completely telling Manager Mao that the reason why she neglected Gao Mu was because she had seen through everything a long time ago, and she had already seen that he could not even take out ten yuan from his pocket.

people.

It also seemed to be telling Manager Mao with facts that he was still too young and his vision was not mature enough. Although he was a small leader, he should still ask more advice from her seniors.

"Well, if you really forgot to bring money, I can lend it to you first. Anyway, you still have to come to get your bank card, so just return it to me next time."

He gave the middle-aged woman a generous smile and still ignored her, but gave Gao Mu a suggestion.

Ten yuan is neither too much nor too little.

It's not much for a bank branch manager like him, and it's not much for an ordinary student like Gao Mu. With careful calculation, it's almost a week's worth of breakfast.

He was willing to give Gao Mu an advantage because, first, he believed in his own vision and believed that Gao Mu was not a person without credibility and would not lose his personality for ten dollars.

Another reason is that he doesn't want to see the expression on the middle-aged woman's face, and it annoys him that the villain is successful.

If it weren't for the fact that he had just been assigned to this branch not long ago, or if it hadn't been for the fact that the middle-aged woman was a well-connected person, he wouldn't have been so soft-spoken.

As far as her service attitude is concerned, she has already followed the rules and regulations.

Gao Mu looked at the secret fight between the two and couldn't laugh or cry. Didn't he just hesitate?

I didn’t say that I couldn’t get out ten yuan. Is it necessary to be so exciting?

"Mr. Mao, right? That's it. I'm going to save 40,000 yuan. I don't know if that's okay?"

Gao Mu smiled and put his backpack on the counter, opened the zipper and took out a plastic bag from inside.

He took out more than a dozen bundles of money from the plastic bag and arranged them neatly in a row.

The money is big or small, new or old, more or less, but they are all neatly tied with cowhide bands.

"this……"

Manager Mao's eyes widened in surprise, and the smile that had been on his face disappeared.

This was a bit of a shock. Given three heads and one hundred chances, he would never have imagined that Gao Mu could come up with so much money.

Although he didn't check it, from his professional perspective, 40,000 yuan would not be less, definitely.

But, how could this young man, who was probably still a student, pocket so much money?

Was it the income from the family business that he was asked to save?

As soon as Manager Mao thought of a possibility, he rejected it himself.

Is there any business in town that can give out more than 40,000 yuan in cash so casually, or let a young kid carry the money?

In addition, with such a large cash flow, which businessman would not have an account and need to open one temporarily?

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The most certain thing is that the account was opened in his own name. Who parent would be so concerned?

Various conjectures surfaced and were rejected by him in the next second.

"Manager Mao? What's wrong? What's the problem? Is my money hot, or does it not look like RMB?"

Gao Mu stretched out his hand and patted the counter to wake up Manager Mao who was in a daze.

Hurry up and put the money into the counter. Why are you so stunned? If you are unlucky, someone will rob you soon. He will cry to death.

Gao Mu, who watches a lot of exciting TV and plays Douyin a lot, can always think of some wonderful surprises.

Others don't know anything, but he himself can be stimulated to death.

"Oh, oh, okay, okay."

After waking up, Manager Mao quickly put everything away at the counter. He was relieved, and Gao Mu was also relieved.

Manager Mao started to count the money, and he lost his temper just now. He actually lost his temper because of 40,000 yuan. This was something he never expected.

He works in a bank, not to mention 40,000, but 400,000. He has seen four million before.

Money that does not belong to their own pockets is useless no matter how much they envy it. Therefore, in their eyes, money is actually just a number and generally does not stimulate them.

Just because the money belonged to Gao Mu, a high school student who he had just suspected didn't have ten dollars, and the difference was so big that it shocked him and made him lose his mind.

The middle-aged woman next door opened her mouth wide, revealing a repaired gold tooth. This time, Zhuge Liang did not come.

Her brain also shut down. It was incredible, so incredible that it was hard to believe.

At least it was hard for her to believe that Gao Mu could come up with so much money, more than 40,000 yuan in cash. How could this be possible?

"It can't be counterfeit money, right?"

As the middle-aged woman spoke, she stepped over to Manager Mao's desk and grabbed a bundle of fifty-yuan bills with one hand "ferociously" open.

"Don't touch my money!"

Just when her paws were about to touch the money, Gao Mu suddenly shouted, which frightened her and made her hand tremble and hit the wooden shelf on the side.

Gao Mu narrowed his eyes and warned.

"I am a bank employee, and it is my responsibility to help you verify the money accurately."

The middle-aged woman touched the back of her hand that had just been hurt by the collision, and spoke righteously, completely forgetting her previous attitude towards Gao Mu.

"Haha, you still know that you are a bank employee?" Gao Muji sarcastically warned: "But this is my money. Before it is put into your cash box and before the number is printed on my passbook,

You'd better not touch them. I'm afraid some counterfeit money will pop up suddenly and no one will be able to tell."

"What do you mean?"

The middle-aged woman naturally understood the meaning of Gao Mu's words and asked angrily.

"That's what you understand." Gao Mu's eyes turned cold and he glared at her: "Manager Mao, it's only 40,000 yuan, you can't count it all by yourself, right?"

Whatever the middle-aged woman had treated him before, he would treat her back the same way. It was very fair.

"No, of course not." Manager Mao had just finished counting the bundle of one hundred yuan, and made a small sum on the paper on the side. He picked up the other bundle of fifty yuan and said to the middle-aged woman: "Gao

I can handle your business, sir. There are depositors over there, please serve them quickly."

It was said politely, but there was no room for doubt.

On the other side, an aunt who had just walked into the business hall was standing five steps from the door with a surprised look on her face, neither moving forward nor retreating.

Gao Mu's voice just now, "Don't move," startled her. She felt very bad, and now her mind is still a little confused.

"Auntie, if you want to do business, go to that window. There is someone there who is vacant."

Gao Mu didn't know that he had frightened the woman, so he licked a smiling face and guided the aunt to the middle-aged woman's window.

"Auntie, please come here to handle business."

The middle-aged woman also raised her head and greeted the aunt warmly.

I just don’t know whether it was Manager Mao’s words that had an effect, or whether Gao Mu’s incident made her reflect on her perspective and made her dare not look down on anyone else.

Anyway, this attitude is completely different from the previous treatment of Gao Mu.

Auntie's business was very simple. She took a hundred yuan from her bankbook and left quickly.

The middle-aged woman's eyes fell in front of Manager Mao again, watching him counting money for a while, and then looking at Gao Mu's slender face.

No one knows whether she regrets it now or is indifferent.

But at least she knew she'd lost a big piece of business, maybe even a big customer.

"Mr. Gao, the total is 44,440 yuan. Do you see any discrepancies?"

Gao Mu had been hiding this money at home, sorting it out one by one, and put it in his schoolbag today when he was going to deposit it in the bank.

He only knew that it was more than 44,000, but he didn't know that the remaining fractions were so auspicious.

After thinking for a while, he continued to find an envelope in his schoolbag, which was the last payment Zhen Naifei gave him.

Although it was thick, it was very loose. It was basically small coins of less than ten yuan. I counted sixty yuan and stuffed it into the counter.

“Let’s round up the whole number!”

"Okay, I'll charge you another 60 yuan, plus the previous 44,440 yuan, the total is 44,500 yuan."

After Manager Mao went through the sixty yuan process again, he repeated the number accurately and standardly, which made Gao Mu's teeth sore.
Chapter completed!