"What did you say?"
Zhuang Rouhui's face was a picture of shock, unable to believe what she had heard.
The clerk politely placed the bank card on the table, "I'm sorry, Ms. Zhuang, there is insufficient balance on your card."
Zhuang Rouhui's eyes widened as she asserted, "That's impossible! Swipe it again!"
The clerk looked somewhat helpless as she gazed at Zhuang Rouhui, who was holding bags of all sizes, and cautiously reminded her, "This is already the third attempt."
Zhuang Rouhui frowned, "Maybe there's a problem with the card, try this one."
She pulled out a gold-colored bank card.
The clerk took it and tried again.
At that time, bank cards had just begun to emerge, with the main development being independent city branches of various banks rolling out their card services.
Most people still used passbooks.
But the gold card in Zhuang Rouhui's hand was a testament to financial strength.
It was a bank card specially issued by the local bank for its major clients.
