Master, do you believe in love?Spit out two hundred on the car!

Chapter 315: Prove that my father is my father?

The audience seemed to be embarrassed by the bank, and they all spoke up for the little girl.

Lu Chen took his cell phone and took a general look.

It's been a long time, because for some well-known reasons, most banks basically don't want to apply for cards for their customers.

What's more, a one-size-fits-all approach is adopted.

Just like this, they tried to avoid it in every possible way, and even tricked the little girl into scrapping her previous bank card.

The little girl's eyes were filled with tears, as if she had suffered some great injustice.

Silently he took his ID card back from the counter.

About to leave.

At this time, another person came into the bank wearing a luxurious dress and sunglasses with an exquisite appearance.

It looks like a girl about the same age as a little girl.

After looking around for a while, I saw the manager behind the counter and said directly to the manager:

"Manager Li, I want to apply for a card!"

When Manager Li saw the girl, a flattering smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Ms. Yang, why are you here? Come and sit in the VIP room. I'll do it for you right away!"

With that said, under the gaze of everyone, the exquisite girl walked into the VIP office.

Within three minutes, the girl came out with a brand new bank card.

This made Lu Chen frown even deeper.

"She has proof of employment???"

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this girl is a rich second generation and takes very good care of herself. How can she have a job?

In response, the bank manager smiled and looked at Lu Chen.

"Sorry, she is a VIP of our bank. Our bank naturally has her information, so there is no need for these procedures!"

Seeing the hypocritical smile on the bank manager's face, the viewers in the live broadcast room became even more angry.

[A bank has only one ordinary window and one VIP window. Brother Lu waited in line here for a long time, but the woman got a new card in less than three minutes after she arrived, without even asking for these certificates? Is this how your bank serves its customers? ? ? 】

[Banks serve the rich, not the poor at all. 】

[This is too double standards. Is this the difference between the rich and us ordinary people? 】

[This is Kyushu, not a foreign country. Why do they look down on us people? Besides, aren’t they also from Kyushu? 】

[He no longer regards himself as a human being, he regards himself as a rich man’s dog! 】

【…】

Lu Chen glanced at his number plate. There were three people in front of him.

I prayed secretly in my heart that this time I would not wait for more than half an hour like before.

Lu Chen returned to the waiting area, and it took about ten minutes.

Seeing that the number on the window had not moved yet, Lu Chen was a little confused and was about to stand up.

A roar like thunder erupted in the hall.

"You damn thing, don't you understand human language? I said I want to withdraw money!"

The crowd immediately looked towards the source of the sound and found a middle-aged man sitting in front of the counter window.

At this moment, the man's face was full of anger, and his hands kept hitting the explosion-proof glass of the counter.

The girl behind the counter seemed to be frightened by the man's sudden move, and her face turned pale.

Only the manager behind the counter kept his expression unchanged, raised a smile on his lips, and looked towards the man.

"Sorry, this is the bank's policy!"

"If you, sir, are causing trouble, I will call security!"

"I've been running around for two fucking days. Now I want here, now I want that. I've been waiting since ten o'clock today, but you told me I still can't get it???"

"Why can't I get the money I gave to my dad?" The man took a bankbook and slammed it on the glass.

Lu Chen poked his head out curiously and asked the man who had an uncontrollable expression on his face:

"Brother, what's wrong? Are you so angry?"

The man looked at Lu Chen in front of him and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Brother Lu Lu?"

When Lu Chen heard the man calling him, he immediately realized that the man in front of him was probably his fan.

After all, with his popularity, it is basically difficult for anyone who has paid attention to live broadcasts not to recognize him.

When the man saw Lu Chen, he was also very aggrieved.

"Brother Lu, you don't know. It's been two days since I came to withdraw the money, and this beast refused to let me withdraw it!"

Lu Chen looked at the bank manager with a strange expression, and the bank manager immediately explained.

"It's not that we won't let him withdraw it. If he withdraws his own money, how can we stop him? But the problem is that he wants to withdraw other people's money!"

"Eh?"

When Lu Chen heard the bank manager's explanation, he silently took a step back.

What kind of outlaw gangster, whose ways are even wilder than his own, comes to the bank to withdraw other people's money?

It would be weird if this could be given, right?

After hearing the bank manager's explanation, the man's face became even more angry.

"You fart, it's other people's money, that's my father's money, why can't I take it!"

"Your account is independent. Unless your father comes to withdraw it in person, how can I withdraw it for you?"

"My father passed away more than ten years ago, why come here in person?"

The manager spread his hands and said, "Then there's nothing I can do. Our bank also has bank regulations."

Listening to the two people scolding each other, Lu Chen finally understood what was going on.

After working on it for a long time, it turned out that the man's father had passed away and the man wanted to withdraw the money from his father's account.

The viewers in the live broadcast room also had a rough idea.

Looking at the bank manager in front of him who was so stubborn and refusing to admit his debt, he exploded.

[My father has been dead for more than ten years, so you want me to come in person? Can you even say this? 】

[Isn’t this simply making things difficult for others? I knew I couldn't come in person, so I used this excuse as an excuse. I didn't want to withdraw money for him on purpose, right? 】

[If this has to be done in person, then who would dare to deposit money in the bank? You never know which day it will be gone! 】

[I have decided that it is better to keep my money in a bank account. When the time comes, I will just give the phone to the child and let the child transfer it by himself. This is at least more reliable than a bank! 】

[Although Jack Ma is indeed not good at it, when he said that the bank will change if the bank does not change, I still agreed! @】

【…】

The bank manager listened to the man's words with a very aggrieved face.

"No, your father has been dead for more than ten years, and you just came here to withdraw money. How do I know whether you are real or fake?"

"Besides, you don't even know your father's bankbook password? How can I confirm your relationship?"

"This account has transfers every month. If you tell me that the owner of the account is dead, can you at least provide a death certificate?"

Lu Chen continued to look at the man, who took out a bunch of things from his bag and slapped them on the counter.

"My household registration book, my ID card, my father's household registration book, death certificate..."

"What else do you have to say now?"

The bank manager glanced at the materials in front of him, compared the account books of both parties, and continued:

"Please prove the relationship between you two!"

man:"???"

"Prove that my father is my father???"

(End of this chapter)