Mercenaries in Two Worlds

Although he was already a "master" at the fifth level of Qi Refining, he still had to go to work. Since there was no spiritual energy on Earth to cultivate, and he couldn't bear to use spirit stones, Zhang Qian slept soundly and went to work refreshed in the morning.

The mornings in the small town are not as hurried as in the city. The streets are mostly filled with elderly women carrying vegetable baskets or elderly men wearing exercise clothes. There are also some expensive luxury cars that seem to appear out of nowhere and head towards the city.

"Too much is scattered, too much is scattered, so sad, when you're sad you'll get hurt, hurt, hurt..." Zhang Qian walked slowly with his hands in his pockets, humming and wearing headphones. His voice was naturally a bit deep, and now he was singing this song at a high-pitched voice, which was simply too soul-stirring. The howling of a wolf in the early morning completely ruined the beautiful morning, and the air became much more turbid.

"Hey, Zhang Qian, this is one of our own! Don't shoot..."

Zhang Qian turned around and saw his colleague Zhong Hui. He took off his headphones and greeted him, "Why are you so late today?"

Zhong Hui is a positive and motivated young man who waits at the branch a few minutes before it opens every day. Although it's unclear what his purpose is, he seems much "better" than Zhang Qian, who arrives at work right on time.

Zhang Qian's workplace philosophy is that being punctual for get off work is a basic quality of an excellent employee.

Of course, expecting to leave work on time at a bank is simply a pipe dream, so you can only insist on arriving "on time".

"Haha." Zhong Hui chuckled and then slipped through the iron gate.

Zhang Qian also put away his headphones and then went inside.

The good mood lasted only a moment before it ended when Director Ouyang Xiuyan announced the start of the final deposit-gathering battle at the end of the quarter. The deposit target for the second quarter was still nearly 30 million short, with only three days left. Even the tellers were each assigned a target of nearly one million, which was really difficult for these tellers who were buried in business all day.

Complaints and grievances were inevitable. The veteran tellers were better off, as they had some resources and their family savings were enough to cover their expenses. However, the two newcomers, Zhang Qian and Zhong Hui, didn't have any customers.

“Sigh, then I’ll just have to ask my dad to send the money over…” Zhong Hui, who started in the industry with Zhang Qian, shook his head helplessly while twirling his pen, but a smile appeared on his lips, as if he had expected this all along.

"Oh my, I didn't realize you were a rich kid, Xiao Hui." The compliance supervisor, who was typing up a form on the computer, looked up at Zhong Hui in surprise. Zhong Hui had only been transferred from the next town a little over a month ago, and no one really knew his background.

"No, that's all. I can barely scrape together ten million, that's all I have." Though he said this, he couldn't hide his smugness, after all, he was a newcomer who had just entered society.

"Can a small meeting really attract ten million in deposits?"

Ouyang Xiuyan arrived at the cash window at some point and overheard the conversation inside. He was overjoyed. This deposit target had kept him up all night for a week, and he always felt like a huge rock was pressing on his chest.

Hearing that Zhong Hui could solve the ten million shortfall suddenly made him a little excited. He placed his hands on the stage and leaned forward, but he forgot about the glass and accidentally bumped his head. With a loud "bang," Zhang Qian felt pain just hearing it.

This made everyone in the cash section laugh. Ouyang Xiuyan didn't care at all, as if he felt no pain at all, staring straight at Zhong Hui as if he were in a trance.

Zhong Hui suppressed a laugh and quickly replied, "I called my dad yesterday and he said he could transfer ten million first, and if that's not enough, I can ask him to ask his friends to make up the difference."

"That's enough, that's enough... Xiao Hui, you did a great job. I haven't even assigned you any tasks yet, and last night you took the initiative to consider the bank's performance. Good job, keep up the good work, and I'll let you come out as an account manager soon."

Zhong Hui's face flushed red, and he said excitedly, "Yes, Director, I definitely will."

Zhong Hui's father is a real estate developer with limited capital. He usually just follows behind the big spenders, getting a share of their profits. Ten million yuan is almost all his assets, but it's just sitting idle because he doesn't have any projects right now. Zhong Hui has five brothers. If the family business doesn't improve, he'll be lucky to get one or two million yuan in the end. So his dream is to make a name for himself in the bank as soon as possible, get his father to buy him a house and a car, and live a comfortable life on his salary.

Director Ouyang's words weren't unfounded. Zhong Hui had initially appeared very ambitious and proactive upon arriving at the branch, though he was slightly frivolous and had a rather sharp tongue. That's why he hadn't been immediately promoted to account manager, but instead allowed to hone his skills at the counter. In truth, Ouyang Xiuyan preferred Zhang Qian, whom he had personally mentored. Zhang Qian certainly possessed ability; his year at the counter without a single mistake was enough to make him stand out in the entire branch. It was just a pity that Zhang Qian wasn't a local and didn't have any family connections. As the director, he had to be realistic.

"Zhang Qian, come to my office for a moment."

Not knowing why Ouyang Xiuyan suddenly called him out, Zhang Qian had no choice but to log out of the system, lock the money box, and leave the cash area.

Zhong Hui laughed and said, "Probably to urge you to complete the task, haha, isn't that asking the impossible? How could you possibly complete it? Your family is poor, and your relatives are all poor too." His tone was slightly smug. Coming from a wealthy family, he secretly resented that the people at the branch were closer to Zhang Qian, this poor boy.

Zhang Qian shrugged dismissively and said casually, "Probably!"

It's not that he didn't care about Zhong Hui's sarcastic remarks, but getting angry was useless when it came to attracting deposits. Zhang Qian understood this principle well. If he could attract deposits, that would be a slap in the face to Zhong Hui. If he couldn't, well, didn't you see my calm and collected face? It was full of composure and indifference to honor or disgrace, and I was prepared to fail again and again.

"Sit down." Ouyang Xiuyan poured Zhang Qian a cup of tea.

Zhang Qian didn't stand on ceremony. He picked up the teacup and took a sip. The tea in the bank manager's office was all top-quality, and he would often come over to drink tea when he had nothing else to do.

"I know this deposit target is difficult for you. Look, do as much as you can. I'm just assigning these tasks to encourage the veteran tellers. As for Zhong Hui, don't compare yourself to him. It's difficult to start without resources. Work hard to accumulate customers, and one day you'll be able to do it too."

Zhang Qian was slightly moved. He had come to this remote town all alone, and it was thanks to Ouyang Xiuyan that he had settled in and adapted so quickly. However, he was also a competitive person and knew how important the deposit target was for the director at this crucial moment. He immediately said, "Brother Yan, I will try my best to reach the target." Zhang Qian thought for a moment and felt that he could try to reach a few private business owners who frequently came to do business. They had provided such good service before, and they were at least "acquaintances."

Seeing Zhang Qian's resolute tone, Ouyang Xiu was pleased. Even if he ultimately failed to raise the full amount, Zhang Qian's attitude alone made his efforts in training him worthwhile.

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