The other customers waiting to be served saw Fang Chenyi leave and shook their heads. They just figured the young man had come in to collect scrap or maybe just enjoy the air conditioning.

The security guard watched Fang Chenyi walk into the bank next door, a smirk playing on his lips as he muttered under his breath,

"Heh, what a pain. A young kid like that, picking up trash for a living. Couldn’t you find a better job?"

But the words had barely left his mouth when the door to the bank’s office area flew open, and the bank manager strode out, his face beaming with excitement.

As he entered the main lobby, his eyes darted around, scanning the room. But after a full sweep, he didn’t see the person he was looking for.

Seeing this, the lobby manager hurried over and asked respectfully,

"Manager, are you looking for something?"

The manager immediately turned to her and asked anxiously,

"Chairman Fang? Where’s Chairman Fang?"

The manager’s anxious yet excited expression stunned the lobby manager and everyone else in the hall. They all wondered what kind of VIP had arrived.

"M-Manager, which... Chairman Fang?"

The lobby manager was quite sharp. Hearing the manager’s words, she first scanned the lobby while quickly running through the clients she had seen that day. However, she couldn’t recall anyone particularly important showing up.

Hearing the lobby manager’s response, the manager’s eyebrow twitched, and he spoke with a hint of displeasure.

"No one? But Chairman Fang’s bank card was just used at our ticket machine."

It was no surprise the manager knew so quickly. The bank didn’t pay much attention to ordinary customers’ cards, but their most elite clients received special treatment. The card numbers of these super-VIPs were stored on a dedicated device in the manager’s office. The moment one of them used their card for any service at the bank, the manager would be alerted immediately.

Although Fang Chenyi was still holding the same ordinary green card he’d gotten when he first opened the account, the bank had called him when his balance exceeded two hundred thousand, suggesting he come in to upgrade to a VIP card. But Fang Chenyi never bothered.

As the funds in Fang Chenyi’s account continued to grow, he drew more of the bank’s attention. Of course, even when his balance hit the ten million mark, he was noticed, but not *specially* noticed. After all, in Huaxia, a net worth in the tens of millions merely qualified one as upper-middle class.

The special attention began when Wang Shoufu transferred a sum of five million to Fang Chenyi.

Banking is a service industry, after all, and they stay on top of their clients’ information.

Although Fang Chenyi’s deposits weren’t exceptionally high, his status as both the Chairman of Louis Vuitton China and the third-largest shareholder of the Baida Group meant he was to be treated as a top priority.

And so, just a moment ago, the bank manager had been enjoying a cup of tea when he heard the alert from the device on his desk. He checked it and was instantly both shocked and overjoyed. He never expected such a heavyweight to grace his branch with a visit.

He abandoned the tea he was in the middle of brewing, dropped the tea set, and bolted out of his office.

Seeing the lobby manager still frowning in thought, the manager didn’t waste any more time on her. He turned and strode toward the security guard by the entrance.

"Old Chen, who just used the ticket machine?" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

The security guard, Old Chen, was standing right beside the ticket machine. Since the card had just been used, asking him was the right move.

But when Old Chen heard the manager’s question, he froze for a second before answering nervously,

"Manager, you’re asking who used their card? No one, sir. It’s been busy today, but nobody’s come in for the last ten or fifteen minutes."

Hearing the guard say no one had come in, the manager’s brow furrowed even deeper. ’That’s impossible. Could the machine have made a mistake?’

"Are you sure?"

He trusted the machine. After all, headquarters performed regular maintenance on this kind of equipment. If they missed an important client because of a malfunction, the bank’s losses would be incalculable.

So he kept his eyes fixed on Old Chen.

An image suddenly flashed through Old Chen’s mind: a young man carrying a woven sack, a scrap collector. In the last ten minutes, he was the only one who had come in. ’But he can’t possibly be the Chairman Fang the manager is looking for.’ Thinking of that annoying kid, Old Chen couldn’t help but mutter under his breath,

"It definitely wasn’t him."

His voice was quiet, but the manager still heard him and his eyes widened.

"Who wasn’t? Wasn’t what? Tell me, in the last ten minutes, did anyone come in here or not!"

The manager’s shout made the guard jump, and he quickly answered,

"Manager, well, someone did come in a little while ago. But he was just a young kid, a scrap collector. I wouldn’t let him bring his bag of trash inside, so he turned around and went to the bank next door."

At this, the guard quickly added, "But don’t worry, Manager, he definitely wasn’t the Chairman Fang you’re looking for. I even swiped his card for him—it was just one of our most basic bank cards, not even a VIP. Look, he even threw the ticket in the trash when he left. It’s right over there. See? It’s just a regular... reg... it can’t be! Holy crap! How did this turn into a super VIP number?!"

He was halfway through his sentence when he remembered the man had tossed the ticket into the nearby trash can. He pointed at the slip of paper and continued his explanation to the manager, only to trail off, unable to finish his sentence.

Staring at the letter code on the ticket—the symbol for a super VIP client—the security guard was completely dumbstruck. ’This... this can’t be right! The guy was clearly a scrap collector! I saw him with my own eyes, picking through the trash by the entrance! How could he suddenly be a super VIP?!’

Following the guard’s gaze, the manager also saw the glaring number on the ticket.

Putting together what the guard had just said, the manager nearly fainted from rage. He raised a trembling finger, pointed it at the guard’s nose, and after struggling for a long moment, finally managed to choke out a sentence:

"You... you... you’re fired! Starting right now!"

After saying this, he didn’t wait for the guard’s reply. Under the astonished stares of everyone present, he turned and bolted out of his own bank, rushing into the one next door.

The security guard, however, was already stunned. He didn’t need the manager to tell him; the moment he saw that ticket, he knew he had made a colossal misjudgment.

Meanwhile, Fang Chenyi had just walked into the bank next door when a lobby manager with a very sweet and innocent face greeted him.

[To be continued...]