Now that they've all been reborn, who wouldn't be living life to the fullest?

On July 18th, Su Yifeng arrived in Jin County last night and went straight to the best hotel in the county to book a room.

Su Yifeng is now preparing to go see a play.

Every month on the 18th at 10 a.m. without fail, Su Yue goes to the bank to withdraw money. He has been doing this without fail for eighteen years.

For Su Yue, a lazy person, when he was able to receive 2,000 yuan in child support every month, he would occasionally do odd jobs, although he always worked sporadically.

But ever since Su Yifeng started elementary school, the child support payment increased to three thousand yuan per month, and Su Yue completely quit his job. He and his wife Wang Xuemei spent their days idly, passing the time by playing cards.

Keep in mind that in those days, the average person's monthly salary was less than a thousand yuan. This couple could earn three thousand yuan without doing anything, and being naturally lazy, why would they even think about working?

I wonder what Su Yue's expression will be when he discovers he can't get the money and learns he'll never get it back.

Even with Su Yifeng's current state of mind, thinking about it still feels kind of good.

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Next to the bank was a restaurant. From a private room on the second floor, one could see everything in front of the bank. Su Yifeng ordered a full table of food and asked the dishes to be served at ten o'clock.

After his rebirth, his body changed, which greatly increased his appetite. He could now eat enough for ten people.

If there's a show to watch, great; if not, just treat it as a meal.

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Su Yue is in a great mood right now. The frustration from yesterday's argument with Su Qiu has completely vanished, because it's time to collect his monthly paycheck again!

He persisted in this for a full eighteen years; it was the only major event in his life that he was always punctual and never missed. In other words, the 18th was the day he eagerly awaited each month!

He had already planned in his mind what to do with the five thousand yuan:

The food, drink, and daily necessities for a family of three cost 500 yuan a month. Without that little brat Su Yifeng, the food expenses will be 50 yuan less than last month.

That fifty is perfect for playing cards! As for the remaining four thousand, he and his wife will split it in half.

As for Su Qiu? That unfilial son stayed home every day during summer vacation. Pocket money? No way!

Didn't you boast yesterday that you wanted to be his father? If you're so capable, go out and earn it yourself!

In 2006, the county town had only three or four banks, but a population of over 500,000. From 8 a.m. to 6 p.m., people were always coming and going to deposit and withdraw money.

Su Yue waited in line for nearly twenty minutes before it was finally his turn. He handed his sweaty bank card into the window and loudly proclaimed, "I'm withdrawing five thousand yuan!"

Behind the counter was an ordinary-looking, listless young woman who exuded a numb weariness typical of office workers.

She picked up the card with a hint of disdain and inserted it into the card slot. After Su Yue finished entering the PIN, she glanced at the balance on the screen—0 yuan—and her brows immediately furrowed. She said impatiently:

"You've got the wrong card, haven't you? This card has no balance. Why would you withdraw five thousand?" She pushed the card out, her tone harsh. "If you want to withdraw, use a different card. Otherwise, move aside. Next!"

Su Yue's smug expression froze instantly, slowly turning into astonishment. He exclaimed incredulously, "How is this possible? It's this card! Check it again, you must be mistaken! For eighteen years, the money has been deposited precisely at eight o'clock every morning on the 18th!"

Sometimes it's delayed until nine o'clock.

In the first year, he always came very early in the morning, but a few times he came up empty-handed. Later, based on his eighteen years of experience, he figured out the pattern—if he came at ten o'clock, he would definitely get it. Now they're saying they don't have it? Absolutely not! There must be a mistake!

The bank teller had no time to argue with him: "I said no, and that's it! If you don't believe me, go check at the ATM yourself, and come back to withdraw it when you find it."

She raised her voice, "Okay, next!"

A middle-aged woman immediately pushed forward, causing Su Yue to stumble.

Su Yue's face turned ashen, but he didn't lash out.

At that moment, all he wanted to know was whether there was any money in his card! This bank's ATM only allows withdrawals of up to a thousand yuan at a time, and usually only people withdrawing a few hundred yuan would queue up here.

Su Yue waited anxiously in front of the ATM. When he saw that the balance displayed on the screen was indeed "0.00", he strangely calmed down.

Did his wife take it?

No, if she took it, she wouldn't have urged me to come and get it.

That's Su Qiu? That's even more impossible; that kid hasn't even touched the edge of a card.

When he checked his balance, it was nearly 11 p.m. In the past eighteen years, he had never failed to receive his money later than this time.

That leaves only one possibility—the bank transferred the money to someone else's account!

Su Yue racked his brains but could never have imagined that the inheritance had already been inherited by Su Yifeng.

Thinking of this, he was filled with rage. He turned around abruptly and rushed back into the bank lobby, rudely cutting in line at the teller counter where he had been standing, and shouted:

"Your bank made a mistake! You transferred my money to someone else's account! Call your manager out here! I want to see the manager! Your bank must compensate me for my money!"

Did the bank make a mistake? Did they transfer the money to someone else? The guy next to him who had been cut in line was about to lash out, but upon hearing this, he immediately adopted a spectator's stance.

As noon approached, fewer people came to withdraw money, and everyone was in no hurry, enjoying the spectacle.

The teller frowned as she glanced at the furious Su Yue. Money transferred to the wrong account? The probability of that was extremely low, but not entirely impossible. This was beyond her authority. She immediately picked up the phone and notified the manager.

Soon, a man in his thirties, wearing a blue striped shirt, walked over. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and looked shrewd and capable.

"Hello sir, my surname is Zheng, and I am the manager here."

He wore a professional smile. "You mean there was a problem with our transfer? In that case, please come to my office so we can discuss it in detail. If it's truly our responsibility, the bank will not shirk its responsibility. If not, we will do our best to help."

His voice was gentle and his attitude was sincere.

His words were so impeccable that the onlookers couldn't help but nod in approval.

As the saying goes, one cannot hit a smiling face. Although Su Yue was furious, he could only suppress his anger and followed Manager Zheng into the office.

Inside the manager's office.

Manager Zheng held the bank card and skillfully checked the historical records. Seeing the regular monthly deposits, his expression became somewhat strange.

He recalled that on July 3rd, the bank president personally supervised the process of handling the inheritance of more than 1.2 million yuan for a handsome young man.

He vividly remembered the unprecedentedly warm smile on the bank manager's face.

"Mr. Su," Manager Zheng put down the mouse, his tone still gentle, "this payment of yours wasn't a mistake, it wasn't made at all today."

"Didn't call? Okay, call it over now! Hurry up! Why are you taking so long today? The money would have been in my account by 10 o'clock before!" Su Yue felt relieved, but then urged him impatiently.

Manager Zheng did not respond to his urging, but instead asked, "The five thousand yuan you mentioned should be the monthly support payment allocated from Mr. Su Yifeng's estate trust according to the will, right?"

"So what if it is...?" Upon hearing "the will is Su Yifeng's," Su Yue felt as if he had been pricked by a needle, extremely displeased—what, Su Yifeng's will?

That was clearly his money! But outwardly he had to admit it.

But in their family's mind, that million-plus yuan was already theirs for the taking.

Manager Zheng's smile remained unchanged. He was adept at reading people and already had a guess in his mind: "Then, we can't transfer this money to you. Not only this time, but every time in the future, we won't transfer it to you."

"Why?!" Su Yue's heart sank.

"Because of this inheritance," Manager Zheng stated clearly, "it was personally inherited by Mr. Su Yifeng on July 3rd."

"Impossible!!!" This news was like a bolt from the blue. Su Yue's body went limp, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

His face contorted in rage, and he roared, "Impossible! It was you! Your bank must be trying to steal this money! You're lying to me!"

Upon seeing this, Manager Zheng instantly understood the whole story.

"Security!" Without further ado, he pressed the call button on the table. "Please come to my office."

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