Mu Nanqing hurried over, "Xiaochuan, why did it take you so long?"
Lu Chuan said with a smile, "The bank doesn't open at night, I had to ask a friend for help to withdraw the money."
Mu Nanqing nodded, thinking to herself that it's normal for banks not to operate at night, and considering how late it was, Xiaochuan must have pleaded for a long time.
If she knew that the friend Lu Chuan was talking about was Cloud City's wealthiest man, Qi Zhenyuan, she probably wouldn't have thought so, because a single phone call from Qi Zhenyun was all it took for the bank president to come running over to withdraw money for Lu Chuan.
Zhang Chong stared at Lu Chuan, sizing up the bag in his hand, and said disdainfully, "Kid, it's just two hundred thousand, and you actually took so long. You couldn't possibly have failed to raise the amount, so you brought over some local products to fool me, did you? I'm telling you, I don't fall for that!"
