The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Chapter 108 One dares to give, the other dares to use.

The teller in charge of the exchange, trying to control her excitement, asked if they would consider depositing the money in their bank account.

Larger loans offer higher interest rates and other benefits.

This bank is one of the four major state-owned banks and also has a branch in Qingxian County.

However, the network for remote access has not yet been established, making the process of remote access very troublesome.

This is why Gao Qinghe carried cash with her the whole way.

Moreover, if you need to withdraw a large amount, there are many restrictions and the process is quite troublesome.

It's more convenient to buy a safe and lock it up at home, so you can access it whenever you want.

The downside is that the risk of theft is too high.

After hesitating for a moment, Gao Qinghe decided to deposit 800,000 yuan and keep 310,000 yuan in hand, which would be enough.

The teller couldn't hide her smile, and her grateful eyes were fixed on the supervisor who brought Gao Qinghe over.

Gao Qinghe looked at Huang Yanqiu, who raised an eyebrow. She could tell that the two of them definitely had some kind of relationship.

Gao Qinghe, who had previously treated the supervisor like a nobody, suddenly glanced at his name tag.

Director Liu Xiwen.

He took another look at the man's appearance. He was a middle-aged elite man in his early forties, of average height and appearance, and dressed quite elegantly.

The only difference between him and others was that he had white hair.

I've heard that people who use their brains too much tend to have more gray hair.

After completing the deposit transaction, it was 5:30 PM, which was exactly the bank's closing time.

Gao Qinghe glanced at Liu Xiwen a few times, and the other woman walked towards her with a hint of doubt.

"Any questions?"

A millionaire woman from the 1990s stood before him, yet he showed little emotional reaction.

The young female teller who helped with the transaction was grinning from ear to ear, and even said she would invite Gao Qinghe to dinner at a restaurant that evening.

Huang Yanqiu wasn't much better off; she was in a state of extreme excitement, talking to herself, and it was impossible to hear what she was saying.

Of course, Gao Qinghe showed no emotional fluctuation on her face, maintaining a polite smile throughout.

Liu Xiwen felt that her reaction was unusual, so she took the initiative to come over.

"Would you like to have a casual meal together sometime?" Gao Qinghe's eyes were particularly sincere.

Liu Xiwen was a little surprised, "Tonight?"

There is no rejection, that means there is hope.

Gao Qinghe nodded and extended a sincere invitation once again.

Liu Xiwen frowned, hesitating slightly, "I'm afraid I won't be free tonight."

Gao Qinghe immediately replied, "What about tomorrow night?"
"I won't know until tomorrow," Liu Xiwen replied cautiously.

Gao Qinghe took out a pen and paper, wrote down the phone number of the hotel she was staying at, and handed it to him.

"If you are free tomorrow, I hope you can let me know as soon as possible."

Liu Xiwen took the phone from her, nodded slightly, and then turned and left first.

The bank was about to close, so Gao Qinghe declined the young teller's invitation and pulled the somewhat absent-minded Huang Yanqiu back to a nearby hotel.

As soon as the door closed, Huang Yanqiu pounced on the bed, covered herself with the blanket, and let out a series of strange screams.

After venting the joy and excitement that had been building up inside him all the way, he finally crawled out of bed with red eyes.

"Why aren't you reacting? I can't believe we made over a million! It feels like the past was a dream, so unreal."

Huang Yanqiu suddenly stood up and brought her face to Gao Qinghe's face. "Qinghe, hit me and let me see if it hurts."

She was afraid she was dreaming, that it was all fake.

Gao Qinghe would certainly fulfill her request.

A sharp slap landed across the face, without any mercy.

Huang Yanqiu cried out in pain, covering her face and glaring at her resentfully.

"You actually hit me after I told you to? It hurts so much, my face is definitely going to swell up."

As she spoke, she hurriedly ran to the bathroom to check her face.

A handprint quickly appeared on her face, which had just begun to regain some of its color. "I'm going to die!"

Huang Yanqiu felt sorry for her face, and tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't know whether it was from joy or pain, but she cried uncontrollably.

She quickly grabbed a handkerchief, dampened it with cold water, and covered her face. Sobbing, she walked out of the bathroom, squatted down beside Gao Qinghe, and asked expectantly:
How much will you give me?

Gao Qinghe threw the two thousand yuan that had been counted on the table into her arms, saying, "You should figure out how to use this money first."

Knowing how to spend money is an art.

When the poor suddenly become rich, they are most likely to go astray or even go astray.

Because they lack the knowledge and ability to manage wealth.

Huang Yanqiu didn't even have a hundred yuan before, so Gao Qinghe dared to give her money?

As long as she dares to give it, Huang Yanqiu will dare to use it. In less than two months, the other party will return a huge debt to her.

"Only two thousand?" Huang Yanqiu stood up abruptly, fuming, feeling that Gao Qinghe was being unfair.

"It'll have to be at least three thousand!"

Looking into Huang Yanqiu's large, resentful eyes, Gao Qinghe felt powerless for a moment.

Unable to bear such a stupid look, he grabbed a pillow from the bed and covered her face with it.

From her pretty mouth came out ruthless words: "Get out of here! Don't come back to me until you've spent all two thousand yuan!"

Huang Yanqiu threw the pillow hard onto the bed: "Fine, I'll get out!"

They slammed the door shut and left.

However, as soon as she stood on the bustling street, Huang Yanqiu didn't know where to go.

She racked her brains trying to think of ways to buy herself pretty clothes, the red lipstick that Gao Qinghe wore, and lots and lots of delicious food.

Yes! Buy some delicious food!

Their blank eyes lit up again, and they found their direction.

Let's try an ice cream we've never had before! No, we want two!

Then I went into the department store and took this one, this one, and this one.

"Would you like to try our skincare products? They're from an international brand; they'll make your skin white and smooth." The beautiful saleswoman greeted them warmly.

Huang Yanqiu turned her head and glanced at the beautifully packaged bottles and jars in the glass display case, nodding hurriedly.

"These are new handbags, beautiful lady, would you like one?"

"Come in and give it a try! Big wavy hair is all the rage right now, it'll make you a star!"

"These leather sandals are handmade, crafted by a master craftsman. They look so stylish with a cheongsam!"

"Our steamed buns, braised pork ribs, and rice soup are all from a long-established brand! If you don't like it, you don't have to pay!"

Huang Yanqiu was lost in this dazzling world. She thought, if this is a dream, then she hopes this dream will never end.

At this moment, she was neither the daughter-in-law whom the Zheng family had married with a dowry of 1,800 yuan, nor Huang Sanniu, the mediocre Huang family girl who was neither loved by her father nor her mother and worked herself to the bone.

She was just Ms. Huang, a Ms. Huang who was surrounded by pretty saleswomen in the mall with money in her hands.

Huang Yanqiu is surrounded by the love and pampering of a dazzling and beautiful metropolis.

Huang Yanqiu was laughing when she suddenly realized that the neon lights were going out one by one, and all the lively sounds had fallen silent.

It's past midnight, and all the shops are closed.

Even taxi drivers have gone home after get off work.

In the retro streets and alleys left over from the last century, I am all alone.

She looked at her bloated belly, the light green cheongsam stretched taut by her stomach, and the exquisite gift bags and handbags she was carrying.

A huge sense of emptiness suddenly washed over me.

As if just remembering something, he quickly opened his newly bought leather bag and pulled out only a 50-cent coin.

Two thousand yuan, gone so quickly?

The young girl, who had carefully dressed herself up, stood in the dimly lit street in a cheongsam, and panic gradually appeared in her eyes.

She spent two years' wages of a worker in one night!

Even so, when night fell, the fear in my heart was not soothed by these materials at all.

(End of this chapter)