C16 A Ruthless Man Who Pretends to be a Pig to Eat a Tiger

Jinhua Bank.

When the lobby manager saw Young Master Jin walk in, he immediately went up to greet him like a pug.

"Young Master Jin, please come in. What instructions do you have for coming here today?"

Jin Shizhong waved his hand and stopped in his tracks. He glanced at Zhang Zheng and said, "I met an ignorant person who wants to compete with me for money."

The lobby manager thought for a while and immediately guessed what had happened. He looked at Zhang Zheng with pity and thought, this kid is really playing with lanterns in a latrine pit. He is looking for sh * t!

Zhang Zheng did not care and looked at the lobby manager with a look of contempt, "Do you have enough money in the bank?"

The lobby manager laughed. The customers in the lobby who were queuing to withdraw money all laughed. It was the first time in his life that someone dared to question whether a bank had money.

"Where did this kid come from? He must be bragging, right? ...”

"As long as there is a plate of peanuts, it is not to the extent of being drunk like this..."

"Being crazy at such a young age, what a pity..."

The lobby manager looked at Zhang Zheng from head to toe, but he didn't see anything worthy of his attention.

Thus, he suggested, "Young Master Jin, if you want to stake money, just look at the balance in your account. Actually, there is no need to take out cash on the spot. You see... "

"Then withdraw cash!" Zhang Zheng opened his mouth and said, "In your bank, don't tell me you can't even take out this little bit of cash?"

Jin Shizhong also said, "Take out the cash. I want to see how he loses in a while. Why is his hand and leg broken by me!"

Zhang Zheng was too lazy to look at him. "You should think about it. If you lose, how are you going to say goodbye to your little brother forever?"

"You..." Jin Shizhong was so angry that his face turned red. If he was not afraid that he could not beat Zhang Zheng, he would have rushed forward long ago. "Kid, sharp teeth are useless!"

In the Jin family of Yun Hua City, most of the family businesses were concentrated in the financial industry. There were several banks that were invested in, and they controlled the largest financial flow in the city.

Even the Loong family and Sheng family, who were on par with him, were far weaker than the Jin family.

He did not dare to say anything else, but he had money!

Jin Shizhong glanced at Zhang Zheng. He felt that a small figure like Zhang Zheng definitely didn't have much money. There was no need to say too much.

Hence, he opened his mouth and said, "One hundred thousand first!"

With a snap of his fingers, the lobby manager immediately took the bank card from his hand and took out 100,000 yuan, placing it beside Jin Shizhong's feet.

"It's your turn." Jin Shizhong sat on the sofa with his legs crossed.

Zhang Zheng took out his bank card and said with a smile, "Okay, I will take 100,000 yuan and one yuan."

The staff member glared at him, thinking that this person was doing this on purpose.

He took out the money and placed it on the ground. Similarly, there was a pile of 100,000 yuan. On it, there was an extra yuan, which was a little eye-catching.

"Give me 500,000 yuan!" Jin Shizhong said angrily.

"Give me five hundred thousand yuan and one yuan!" Zhang Zheng unhurriedly handed over his bank card.

Next, no matter how much money Jin Shizhong said, Zhang Zheng only had one yuan more than him, and every time he successfully withdrew the money, it made the surrounding people wait to see him make a fool of himself. Each and every one of them began to be surprised.

Very quickly, the floor of the hall was filled with money, and it had already exceeded a few million.

Jin Shizhong was no longer patient. He raised the number again. "Five million! Withdraw the money!"

The lobby manager looked at the floor full of money and said, "Young Master Jin, five million. Even if you move it, you need to move it for half an hour. How about..."

It was too much of a fuss.

"Cut the crap, withdraw the money!" He said to Zhang Zheng: "If you have the ability then continue to follow, don't admit defeat!"

Zhang Zheng smiled and said lightly: "Five million... and one dollar!"

Another dollar from your grandma!

Jin Shizhong suddenly stood up. "Kid, you did it on purpose!"

"So what if it is?" Zhang Zheng casually spread out his hands and asked: "Young Master Jin, are you out of money, or can't afford to play?"

"I don't have money? Hehe, what's the point of adding one dollar each time? I think you should have no money! From now on, each increment must not be lower than one million!"

"One million..." Zhang Zheng seemed to be in a dilemma, "One million is not suitable."

"What? No money?"

Jin Shizhong was about to laugh when he heard Zhang Zheng say, "I think adding a number is more appropriate. I'll take 50 million! Oh, add another one!"

It directly increased by ten times!

What family? There was a mine at home?

Jin Shizhong was also stunned for a moment. "You said 50 million is 50 million? Investigate for me, I want to see if you have 50 million in your card!"

The staff took the bank card from Zhang Zheng's hand and entered the counter. Then, his eyes immediately widened.

"Young Master Jin... he has... money..."

The lobby manager was the first to collapse. Their bank was not large, usually, the reserve funds were only a few million. After a few rounds of competition, there wasn't much money left in the counter.

Fifty million yuan was not enough to be withdrawn at the moment.

And judging from the trend, the next round of the competition would probably be over 100 million!

"Young Master Jin, we can't compete anymore. There's not much money at the counter. Even if we go to another branch to move the money, we won't be able to come back in a short period of time."

The lobby manager whispered into Jin Shizhong's ear.

" I need you to tell me! "

Jin Shizhong scolded him. From the moment Zhang Zheng said 50 million, he knew that he could not suppress Zhang Zheng today. This was a fierce man who pretended to be a pig to eat a tiger.

Retreating was the same as admitting defeat.

If he did not retreat, he would have used up all his savings. Moving money from the branch would definitely cause a sensation in the entire city and become the laughing stock of the financial industry.

If his family knew about this, he wouldn't be able to live a good life in the future.

Jin Shizhong and the lobby manager had very interesting expressions. Sometimes it would be green, sometimes it would be gray, and then it would change unpredictably. No one knew what countermeasures they would think of.

Zhang Zheng sat on the sofa opposite him, his fingers tapping on the coffee table.

"Young Master Jin, have you thought about it? Are you going to give me money or surrender?"

Facing the pressure from Zhang Zheng, Jin Shizhong could no longer remain calm. However, he quickly thought of a plan and sneered.

"Kid, do you know what this place is? This is my chassis! If you behave atrociously in my territory, I can beat you up right now and throw you out! "

" You want to deny it? " Zhang Zheng understood his intention, "I didn't expect that the Jin family would be so mediocre!"

"Whatever you say. In any case, get the hell out of here before I change my mind. Otherwise, it will be too late for you to regret it."

Zhang Zheng wasn't worried at all.

"If you leave here, I can also go to the other banks in your family to withdraw money. I heard that your family is in charge of the financial industry. I'll train your ability to resist risks. "

"Oh, right, I still want to post today's matter on the Internet and hire a group of Internet trolls to change posts to train your public relations ability."

"You dare!"

Young Master Jin was so angry that his nose was crooked.

It was inappropriate to make things worse, or else there was no way to end it.

However, he could no longer continue this money-gambling gamble.

It was even more impossible for him to admit defeat directly. Face was secondary. Most importantly, Zhang Zheng said he wanted to bet on his third leg!

That was his lifeblood. How could he joke around? Without that thing... No matter how much money he had, what was the point of living?