In the excitement of the crowd, the teller walked out of the room with a stinky face.
"What business do you do?"
A cold voice came from the loudspeaker.
"Please check all the bank cards and passbooks in my name. I want them all to be merged into one card!"
His business is actually not troublesome. When handling it at the previous banks, the teller could basically see all the bank card and passbook information by inputting his or her ID card.
But the person in front of her was making a crackling sound on her computer keyboard, and every time she typed it seemed to be full of resentment, but she didn't pay much attention to Wang Yifan for a long time.
Outside the bank's glass door, the electric rolling shutter slowly lowered, leaving only a small door that is frequently used for entry and exit still open.
The lobby manager smiled and explained to the people in line: "I'm sorry, everyone, we have to get off work. After these people have completed their business, we will close the door."
He deliberately distanced himself from the aunt who had just nodded his head and spat at him.
He also knows that Auntie's fighting ability cannot be underestimated, and she will not be provoked if she can.
But the aunt was still unhappy. She patted Wang Yifan on the shoulder and said, "What kind of business are you doing? Why do you have to spend so much time doing it?"
"I just sorted out my bank cards and passbooks. Many bank cards were applied for a long time ago and have been forgotten!"
He looked inside the counter and asked, "Excuse me, haven't you found it yet?"
"Found it, wait a moment, don't worry!"
The teller didn't even look back, tapping the keyboard slowly.
The aunt slapped her hand on the marble counter. With a bang, the aunt's face turned red. After a while, she said: "It's too late to go back and buy groceries. Don't be anxious. Don't be anxious. Just move faster, okay?"
The teller ignored me and remained slow.
The aunt stared at Wang Yifan with dissatisfaction in her eyes.
He no longer felt any pain in his heart. He didn't look at the almanac when he went out today, and anyone could say a few words to him.
"I don't know why it's so slow. I went to several banks today and they are all very fast!"
He explained to his aunt softly, feeling bad in his heart.
"Why are you doing all this when you have nothing to do? It's not a waste of time!" The aunt glared at Wang Yifan again, and then looked at the teller eagerly.
Wang Yifan opened his mouth, assessed his own strength, and decisively avoided a direct conflict with his aunt.
The crowd behind him was already in a mess. The lobby manager was very familiar with this situation and showed no signs of panic. There were two security guards standing beside him, smiling and inviting people out.
"You did it on purpose, right?"
The aunt stood at another window and stared at the teller for a long time. Finally, she couldn't help it and shouted loudly.
"I just watched you lingering there for a long time. How long has it been since you went to the toilet for this one customer?"
This shout was like a spoonful of boiling oil poured into a raging fire. As the people in line gradually exited the bank, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed the lobby manager by the collar.
The two security guards moved very quickly. They were eager to show off in front of the leader, so they pushed the man. As a result, the man lay directly on the ground and yelled: "Hit people, beat people, the bank is beating people."
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The two security guards were at a loss what to do, and the lobby manager immediately sat up.
The man lying on the ground was in his sixties or seventies. He was rolling all over the floor and was full of anger. Everyone knew it was intentional, but neither the security guard nor the lobby manager dared to go up.
From the inner door on one side of the bank, a group of staff wearing bank uniforms rushed out. A few men came forward to help maintain order, while most of the remaining female employees gathered together to watch the excitement.
The entire bank hall suddenly looked like a lively vegetable market. Even the two tellers who were handling business would look outside from time to time.
Such an action made the aunt furious again, and she immediately cursed her with such a voice that it seemed like she was about to lift the ceiling.
The bank employees watching the excitement, the bewildered bank security guards and lobby managers, the aunts shouting and scolding, the excited people, the onlookers who kept getting angry...
What a bustling and bustling scene.
Wang Yifan looked at the glass of the counter and urged impatiently: "Please hurry up!"
The teller reluctantly looked away, glared at Wang Yifan, and then said: "Mr. Wang, there are six bank cards in your name on your ID card. Which cards do you want to cancel?"
Wang Yifan didn't hear clearly. The voice of the aunt next to him was really too loud, covering up the sound coming from the loudspeaker.
"What?"
He asked, but the teller glanced at him and didn't answer.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you clearly. Could you please say it again?"
His voice also became louder.
Who hasn’t lost his temper yet?
"You have six bank cards in total."
"Where did so many bank cards come from?" He muttered and asked, "How much are they all? Let's put them all into one bank card!"
"Aunt, please be quiet, I can't hear you clearly!" Wang Yifan tried his best not to offend the aunt.
Everyone knows that the aunt has extraordinary fighting ability, so it’s okay if she can’t be provoked. Even if she can be provoked, she still has to be dirty and can’t reason with them.
What they think is the truth of the world.
"Tell me what kind of business you run. It's a lot of rubbish. Why do you have so many bank cards? Are you rich? It's a waste of time!"
The aunt didn't follow his wishes and fired directly.
Wang Yifan was about to retort, but the aunt pointed at the teller and cursed: "What are you looking at? Move faster!"
"Poor ghost, there are still a lot of troubles!" the aunt said in an unknown dialect. Wang Yifan only understood the word "poor ghost".
The teller's movements were still unhurried. Through the glass, she didn't care about the aunt's terror at all, but Wang Yifan's head was as big as a bucket, as if his eardrums were about to be penetrated.
She looked at the computer in front of her casually, but suddenly she was stunned for a moment, and then she finally turned her head to take a look at Wang Yifan, but quickly brought her attention back and checked on the computer again.
Her speaking voice became much gentler.
"Mr. Wang, the balance of your bank card with a card number ending in xxx is 23.05 yuan, and the balance of your bank card with a card number ending in xxx is 0.19 yuan..."
The teller reported the balance of the bank card to Wang Yifan very seriously. The total of the five bank cards was less than 100 yuan.
He couldn't help but blush a little.
The aunt finally stopped cursing, looked at Wang Yifan up and down, and burst out laughing.
"I thought it would take us so long to do such a big business!"
Auntie's mouth was so damaging to him that he almost felt ashamed.
"Young people, don't always focus on these small amounts of money. You should take a longer view, otherwise you will be a poor man your whole life, you know? I think you are about the same age as my son. He is now one of the world's top 500 companies."
Employees, their monthly salary is more than 20,000 yuan..."