Metropolitan Super Deity

Qian Xiaoqin rode an electric scooter to the bank, which had just opened.

She came to the room in charge of loan handling with ease, and was about to knock on the door when there was a conversation inside that made her stop.

Sister, all the loans for this month will be given to me, and I will pay the interest to those small bosses below, and we will share the difference between the two.

That's no problem. My sister has the final say on all the loans here.

Okay, sister, I will charge the interest to your card in two days.

Okay, I'll approve the loan for you today.

The two voices fell silent for a while, and a man with an obscene appearance came out of the room.

There was a lazy sound from inside.

Come in.

Qian Xiaoqin walked in, bending slightly.

Hello.

you again?

Sitting on the seat was a fat woman with thick foundation covering her freckles.

She frowned a little, obviously impatient with Qian Xiaoqin.

How many times have you come here? Didn't I tell you that you are self-employed and your income is unstable. Besides, you have no real estate to mortgage.

I know, but didn't you say that there are support policies?

Support policies also depend on the person. There are so many people in China, how long does it take to queue up? Now the quota for this month has been distributed.

What? But isn't it just number one today?

Nonsense, they all booked a long time ago, you should go quickly, don't waste my time here.

This... Manager, please, our family really needs this money.

This is a bank, not a charity, so let's go.

I....

Qian Xiaoqin moved her lips, wanted to say something but couldn't say it, and in the end, it turned into a sigh.

In this society that relies on relationships, if there is no relationship, you can only look at 'money' and sigh.

She turned around and wanted to leave, but inexplicably remembered what Ling Fei said when she arrived.

She was skeptical and tried to say:

I, can I use the name 'Lingfei' as a mortgage?

What are you talking about?

The fat woman was startled, and Qian Xiaoqin's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Ling Fei didn't lie to her?

So, she said clearly again:

Lingfei, Jiangbei Lingfei, this is a name.

Are you out of your mind? Is it okay to go home and talk nonsense when you have nothing to do? I am very busy here! Don't come to me again in the future. What the hell, you want to get a loan with a bad name. It's really interesting.

Qian Xiaoqin couldn't help but wryly smiled, it seemed she was overthinking after all.

But then again, that's right, how can anyone use their name to get a loan? This is simply ridiculous to the extreme.

Shaking her head, she left the loan room and walked outside with a sad look on her brow.

The rent of that small store is increasing every year, but the business doesn't grow too much. If things go on like this, sooner or later, she will not be able to hold on.

The pressure of life is like a mountain, pressing on her back, making her breathless. It was dark outside the window, like a harbinger of rain.

She was as lost as a lonely ugly duckling, walking towards the outside of the bank in a daze.

But, just a second before she stepped out of the bank, a voice suddenly came from behind her.

Miss Qian, please wait a moment.

Qian Xiaoqin frowned slightly, but when she looked back, she was a middle-aged man wearing a brand-name suit and running down the stairs quickly.

He was fat, but he didn't run slowly. When he came to Qian Xiaoqin's side, he was out of breath, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he almost died of running.

After taking a few breaths, he said:

Miss Qian, right? Hello, I am the general manager of this branch.

Qian Xiaoqin nodded ignorantly, she didn't understand what the general manager of the bank would do to find someone like herself.

I saw the big fat manager trying to squeeze out a warm smile, and asked in a polite and soft voice:

Just now you said that you want to use the name 'Lingfei' for a loan?

Qian Xiaoqin's face turned red.

Sorry, I was messing around.

No, no, Miss Qian, I didn't mean that, I just wanted to ask, what is your relationship with Mr. Ling?

Qian Xiaoqin wrinkled slightly, looked suspiciously at the big fat manager, not understanding what was wrong with him, the smile on his face was really humble, could it be that this guy's brain was also flooded?

However, she still answered the fat man.

I...I'm his girlfriend.

When she said this, Qian Xiaoqin couldn't help but blushed again. She was not Ling Fei's girlfriend at all, but she seemed to value Ling Fei very much, so she made up a lie.

But what she didn't expect was that just after she said these words, the fat manager's expression immediately became more respectful, and he looked like a slave.

He bowed deeply to Qian Xiaoqin.

It turned out to be Mr. Ling's girlfriend. I'm really disrespectful. Don't worry, I'll fire that idiot just now. Please follow me to the office above. I'll personally lend you the loan.

The corner of Qian Xiaoqin's mouth couldn't help twitching violently.

What's happening here?

A moment ago, the employee who lent the loan still despised him, but now, the general manager of the other party came down to invite him in person.

The two went upstairs from the elevator specially used for cash delivery, and the fat general manager smiled and poured Qian Xiaoqin a cup of good Pu'er tea.

This is a special ceramic teacup I just bought from the coastal area. It tastes very good when paired with this top-quality Pu'er. Miss Qian, please have a taste.

Qian Xiaoqin took a sip, and couldn't help frowning, it was so delicious, she swore it was the best tea she had ever drunk in her life.

How much is this tea per catty?

She thought about going back and buying some as a thank you to Ling Fei.

Not much, about sixty yuan a gram.

Pfft~!

Qian Xiaoqin just took a sip of tea and sprayed the fat man's face.

Sixty bucks a gram, damn it, is this thing made of gold? Three or four grams can be worth one gram of gold.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.

it's okay no problem.

The big fat man chuckled and didn't take it seriously.

If you want, I can give you some, but the tea will work best if it is paired with this porcelain. The value of this cup is about 180,000.

If it wasn't for Qian Xiaoqin knowing that she couldn't afford it, she instinctively grabbed the teacup tightly, and she would have dropped the cup on the ground just now after the big fat man finished speaking.

This is too scary, right? A cup costs 180,000 yuan, are you kidding me?

Uh... let's talk about business.

Okay, Miss Qian, how much do you want to borrow?

Uh..., how much can you borrow?

Well... If I personally approve it for you now, I can approve about one billion. This is the limit of my personal authority. But if you think it is not enough, I can call the high-level immediately and approve 50 billion , should be fine.

The teacup in Qian Xiaoqin's hand fell to the ground with a click and shattered. This time it was completely unsecured.

She is completely ignorant, and she can borrow about 50 billion with just one name? Could this be a joke? Could it be that the big fat manager in front of him is fooling himself? But with such piety on his face, how could he be a liar?