"Why haven't you called me yet? You're worried about me."

Feng Biao's mother began to complain about her son, and tears flowed down her face as she spoke.

"Hey, Guoan, it's not the Guoan team, right? What does Guoan do? Guoan..."

There was a knock on the door again.

The family of three had just sat down when Feng Biao opened the door.

There were two people outside the door, a man and a woman. The man was in his forties and the woman looked to be in her twenties.

The man wears a white shirt and a black suit, and the woman wears a business suit.

"Hello, hello, are you Mr. Feng?"

"Uh, it's me."

"I am the president of Jinghai Branch of Jinmen Bank. I received a notice from my superiors asking me to come to your home to handle a deposit business for you. You see..."

"Oh, please come in, please come in."

The president seemed not to have expected that he would come to a small, cramped and old shabby room to do business for people door-to-door.

But his professionalism kept the president smiling.

Feng Biao had to say to his father: "Dad, make room for me."

Feng Biao's father quickly stood up, and while giving up the only sofa, he asked doubtfully: "What the hell? President?"

The president smiled politely and sat next to Feng Biao at Feng Biao's signal. He said with a smile: "Mr. Feng, just take a photo of your ID card for me. The bank card is ready for you."

As the president spoke, the female staff member took out a beautiful cardboard envelope, opened it, placed the cardboard envelope on the small and old coffee table, and then placed a black bank card on the envelope.

Feng Biao breathed a sigh of relief, took out his phone and called Luka.

The call was answered quickly. After the call was connected, Luka whispered: "Hello?"

"I'm home. Transfer twenty million dollars to this account."

The woman could understand English, but she tried her best to hide it, and still showed a slightly shocked expression.

Feng Biao hung up the phone. The president looked at Feng Biao and looked a little embarrassed, so Feng Biao said naturally: "It doesn't matter, you can call us on any phone."

The president immediately smiled and said: "Mr. Feng, I'll give you 20 million US dollars converted into RMB. According to today's exchange rate, it is 100 million..."

"How many!"

Feng Biao's father was shocked. He was lost and didn't hear the last digit, and he still refused to believe his ears.

Feng Biao said calmly: "My dad, um, go on."

The president waved, and his assistant took out an envelope again. Then the president smiled and said: "This is a family card for you. The annual interest rate is 3.5. All the interest will be credited to this account on a monthly basis. The account name is

Your mother’s name.”

Feng Biao nodded, picked up the card, and said: "Mom, take it and withdraw money from this card later. Also, you will be in charge of our family's money from now on."

The atmosphere in the room was still a bit solemn.

The president just smiled because the card was still empty.

But soon, the president's assistant's cell phone rang. After taking a look, she could no longer conceal her surprise and suddenly said: "President Ma, the money has arrived...it has arrived."
Chapter completed!