Entering the bank and approaching the lobby, Mu Jinyu inquired with the service staff about how to open an account and deposit money. Afterward, he took a queue number and sat down to wait.
Wang Huanhuan, who had followed him inside, saw this and frowned slightly, wondering to herself, what was he doing at the bank? Depositing money?
Recalling the thick envelope he had tossed earlier, Wang Huanhuan felt that this was very likely.
Based on the thickness of the envelope, it should contain about eighty to ninety thousand, maybe around one hundred thousand yuan, Wang Huanhuan speculated, and she began to think she had a grasp of the sordid scheme between Mu Jinyu and Gu Xiyan.
She guessed that Gu Xiyan must have learned in advance about Trotsky's favorite fabric, then had Mu Jinyu obtain a fake version of it, all to win Trotsky's favor and smoothly sign a contract with him.
