9 o'clock, Jiangling City Rural Credit Cooperative.
The moment the door opened, Luo Shanchuan dashed inside, "Hello, I'm here to withdraw money!"
"Alright," the receptionist nodded and led Luo Shanchuan to the counter.
Half an hour later, Luo Shanchuan walked out of the bank carrying 450,000 in cash.
He grandly hailed a taxi with a wave, casually threw a hundred yuan note to the driver, and said with an air of arrogance, "Master, to Wanda Plaza."
These days, everyone makes payments with their smartphones, so to see someone like Luo Shanchuan using a hundred yuan note was really a first for the taxi driver.
But money not earned is a fool's errand, so the taxi driver took the note, and once Luo Shanchuan was on board, he floored the accelerator.
In the car, Luo Shanchuan took out his phone, propped up his legs, looking at the scenery rushing by outside the window, while making a call, "Hello, Xiao Li, it's your Uncle Luo."
