"You should be glad that it was me you met."
Zhou Xing withdrew his hand and shook it nonchalantly. "I'm just giving you a good lesson. If it were anyone else, they probably wouldn't be so easy to talk to."
"I know you're not convinced, but I don't care."
"You're welcome to come find me anytime... I won't be so polite next time."
Zhou Xing said indifferently, "Being a Simp is your right, but stay away from my girlfriend!"
With that, he turned and left.
Leaving Li Yilin standing there despondently, unable to snap out of it for a long time.
"Book the house as soon as possible. Don't worry about the money. If possible, try to move in tomorrow."
Zhou Xing said, putting his arm around Xiao Lanlan.
"Okay, dear, I'll get on it right away."
Xiao Lanlan also realized that staying here was clearly not a good choice.
She hugged Zhou Xing's arm, staring infatuatedly at his face and smiling foolishly. "dear, you looked so handsome just now!"
Xiao Lanlan hadn't expected that Zhou Xing, who usually seemed so gentle, would make such a big scene when he suddenly lost his temper.
But when she thought about how it was all for her, her heart was filled with sweetness.
Zhou Xing smiled.
He hadn't originally intended to do anything to Li Yilin.
A Simp wasn't detestable.
Being poor wasn't his fault either.
Even with five hundred million us dollars in hand in this life, Zhou Xing wouldn't discriminate against anyone because of it.
In his past life, he was also a mediocre young man.
That was why he had calmly tried to explain things to Li Yilin, hoping he would understand the logic behind it.
But Li Yilin clearly had no self-awareness.
The subsequent outcome was entirely his own doing.
"I'm starting to act a bit like a domineering villainous scion in a novel."
Zhou Xing chuckled.
Villains like that in novels never end up well.
But this wasn't a novel; it was reality.
Zhou Xing sent Xiao Lanlan back to her rental room and stayed there for a while.
After seeing that she had contacted the agent and found a moving company, he finally chose to head downstairs and leave.
He arrived at the parking spot.
Li Yilin was nowhere to be seen, but a girl was standing in front of his car, sitting on the hood to take photos.
The girl was young and quite good-looking.
However, her face showed very obvious signs of 'technological power' (plastic surgery).
She wore a mink-yarn Chanel-style cardigan paired with off-white pants and a pair of Gucci slippers on her feet.
She had sunglasses on her head and was carrying a small black Chanel bag in her hand.
She looked every bit like a socialite.
Zhou Xing raised an eyebrow. He didn't step forward to rush her; instead, he stood to the side and watched her take photos with interest.
Seeing that she had an audience, the girl didn't even blink.
She continued doing her own thing.
Just then.
Zhou Xing's phone rang.
He took out his phone and saw it was an unknown number.
He answered immediately.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this Mr. Zhou?"
A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end, his tone very polite.
"It's me, what's up?"
"Hello, Mr. Zhou, I am Lin Yusheng, the Bank Manager of the Jiangcheng branch of China Merchants Bank. We have detected that five hundred million us dollars have been deposited into the savings card you opened with China Merchants Bank."
Lin Yusheng said, "We would like to thank you very much for your support of China Merchants Bank. Being able to deposit such a large amount of funds into our bank is a sign of your trust in us."
"Because the amount you've stored is quite massive, it has long met the requirements for our bank's VIP Private Banking. Therefore, I would like to invite you to join us, while also making it convenient for us to tailor exclusive VIP services for you. I wonder what your thoughts are, Mr. Zhou?"
After hearing this, Zhou Xing wasn't particularly surprised.
Five hundred million us dollars!
That was over three billion chinese yuan.
He had bought two cars in a row yesterday, and compared to this deposit, it was just a drop in the bucket.
Profit-seeking entities like banks would naturally find every way possible to keep this money in their bank for as long as possible.
As long as you are rich enough, the bank is your Grandson!
"It's fine, but I'm currently in Shanghai, not Jiangcheng. So, as for dinner, I'll probably have to postpone it for a while."
Zhou Xing didn't refuse.
Banks usually only add icing to the cake and never provide charcoal in the snow—they'll even kick you when you're down. Although such behavior is disliked,
there were still some services and privileges they provided
that Zhou Xing had a need for.
For example, if he wanted to buy a laferrari or other legendary cars, when he had no resources, he could entirely rely on the bank's privileges to secure a spot for him.
"That is no problem, because I am also in Shanghai on a business trip. As long as it's convenient for you, I can arrange it at any time."
Lin Yusheng replied.
Hearing that, Zhou Xing had no reason to refuse: "Then Branch Manager Lin, you handle the arrangements."
"I wonder if Mr. Zhou has time tonight?"
Lin Yusheng's tone was steady, but his words still betrayed a bit of eagerness.
"Sure, Branch Manager Lin, just send me the address."
Zhou Xing picked up his phone to check the time and realized it was almost six o'clock. "But it might be a bit late."
"No matter, I will send the address to your phone shortly and await your arrival."
There was a faint, barely audible trace of joy in Lin Yusheng's tone. "Then I won't disturb you further, Mr. Zhou. See you later."
"Goodbye."
Zhou Xing hung up the phone.
He frowned, looking at his right hand. Recalling the inconvenience of checking the time just now, it was time to find an opportunity to buy himself a wristwatch.
He didn't delay any further.
He walked straight toward his car.
It was currently the evening rush hour. He didn't want to spend several hours driving just to go have dinner.
That would be more trouble than it was worth.
It was better to head over as soon as possible.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Zhou Xing approached the female socialite, she gave him a cold glance. "I don't give out my contact info."
"Also, your act just now was a bit much. If you're going to fake it, at least make it realistic. Mentioning 'Bank Manager' at every turn."
"I've seen your method many times. It's outdated and makes you look like a total clown."
Zhou Xing was stunned.
He hadn't expected that his phone call just now would be mistaken by this socialite as an act staged just to get her contact information.
Zhou Xing didn't explain anything, merely saying indifferently, "You've misunderstood. I just need to leave."
He took out his car keys and pressed the unlock button.
The headlights of the lamborghini aventador beneath the socialite suddenly lit up.
Zhou Xing pulled open the cool scissor door and sat inside.
Seeing this, the socialite's expression changed instantly.
"Big brother, I'm sorry."
The socialite leaned toward the driver's side window, apologizing repeatedly. "Because so many people ask for my contact info, I misunderstood. I didn't expect you to be the owner of this car, big brother."
"Right, I got it."
Zhou Xing nodded indifferently and prepared to close the car door, but was stopped by the socialite again.
"Big brother, what kind of car is this? Although it's not as handsome as you, it's still very cool."
The socialite tried her best to widen her eyes, creating an innocent and cute look. "I also thought this car looked a bit special, which is why I took a few photos here."
Zhou Xing looked at her with a smile in his eyes but didn't respond.
As for what model this car was, he suspected this kind of socialite knew it better than he did; it was likely etched into her DNA.
"I happen to be leaving too. I wonder if you could give me a ride, big brother? It must feel amazing to sit in this car."
The socialite continued talking to herself, "To express my apologies, once we arrive... I'll treat you to a meal. We can go to my place; my cooking is actually quite good."
"No thanks."
Zhou Xing refused directly. "I have important business, so I'll be going now."
Regarding this kind of socialite, although he found them somewhat off-putting, he wouldn't go so far as to have a falling out.
Even if he offended her, it wouldn't have any impact.
"Then does big brother want to add my contact info?"
The socialite took out her phone with a smile. "Whenever you have time, come over to my place. I'm always free."
"Next time."
Zhou Xing waved his hand, giving the socialite no chance to continue speaking, and closed the car door.
He started the car.
With a stomp on the gas, the car sped away, leaving a trail of dust behind.
Standing where she was, the socialite couldn't help but stomp her feet in frustration.
People like her dreamed their whole lives of marrying into a wealthy family and catching a 'golden turtle' husband.
She hadn't expected that when the opportunity was right in front of her, she would personally let it slip away.
She took out her phone, about to send the car photos to the Shanghai Socialite Group, but then stopped.
Instead, she carefully edited the photos and posted them to her Moments.
"This should be the latest lamborghini aventador. Where did you find such a high-quality guy, sister? Introduce him to me too!"
"Goddess is so beautiful."
"This Lamborghini must be your own, goddess, not a boyfriend's. Otherwise, my heart will break!"
Before long,
many comments from her socialite group sisters and Simps appeared below.
She ignored the Simps' comments entirely.
Looking at the envious tone of those sisters, she felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.
She looked at the license plate in the photo.
She recalled Zhou Xing's tall and handsome figure.
She had to find a way to get such a top-tier, high-quality guy!
...Zhou Xing drove the big bull along the highway, completely unaware that he had been targeted by a socialite.
Not long after he started driving, he received a text message from Lin Yusheng.
It contained the address for tonight's dinner.
Liangshe Night Banquet!
The name sounded decent.
After all, as the Bank Manager of China Merchants Bank, he wouldn't choose a place that was too low-end.
It wasn't very far from his current location.
Less than ten kilometers away.
Even with traffic, it would only take half an hour to arrive.
Now... he wasn't in a hurry anymore.
He found a place to park the car.
As for whether there were cameras on the roadside, it wasn't something he was concerned about.
Then he took out his phone and dialed a number.