2003: The Opening Sniper Against the Financial Tycoon

Chengdu Commercial Bank.

Financial window.

"Mr. Qin, your loan application is complete. The funds should be deposited into your account this afternoon."

A customer manager handed the bank card and all the necessary documents to Qin Anhua.

After Qin Anhua accepted it, she gratefully shook his hand:

"Thank you for your help, Manager Chen."

"No need to be so polite. After all, you're his old classmate. This was all instructed by Manager Luo. If he hadn't had to go to the airport this morning to see off a VIP customer of our bank, he would have handled it for you personally."

The manager, Xiao Chen, was a quick-witted man. He smiled politely and said...

"To be honest, it's not easy for someone with your qualifications to pass the test. It was all thanks to our Manager Luo that you got a fast track, and even the interest rate you received was the lowest possible."

"Haha, we were bunkmates in school..."

Qin Anhua waved his hand, not taking advantage of his age to say anything about how he had taken care of the other party.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, he hurried back.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the bank lobby, he bumped into Wang Pengfei, who had just come in:

"Hey? Pengfei, what are you doing here?"

"Brother-in-law!"

Wang Pengfei was also taken aback, not expecting to run into his brother-in-law here.

He quickly glanced back at Qin Hanyang, who had followed him.

The father and son locked eyes immediately.

Qin Hanyang forced a smile and said, "Dad."

Qin Anhua asked, "Why did you come to Chengdu?"

Qin Hanyang made up a story: "Um... I'm here to visit my uncle for a couple of days."

Qin Anhua glanced at Wang Pengfei first, then at her son, her eyes filled with threat: "I heard from your mother about you filling out your college applications haphazardly. I'll settle the score with you later!"

"..."

Qin Hanyang rolled his eyes, somewhat speechless.

Seeing this, Wang Pengfei quickly interjected, asking, "Brother-in-law, what are you doing here?"

"loan."

"Did you get the loan?"

"Um."

"How much did you borrow?"

10.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Pengfei and Qin Hanyang exchanged a glance, both looking puzzled.

But none of them showed anything unusual.

Qin Anhua asked, "Pengfei, what business do you have at the bank?"

"I...I'm here to transfer some money."

Wang Pengfei stammered, unsure whether it was still worthwhile to invest the 30 yuan.

Even the way he looked at Qin Hanyang carried a hint of inquiry.

Qin Anhua ignored him; now that the loan was secured, he was eager to return home.

"Okay, you go ahead with your work. Come over to my place for a drink sometime. I'm taking my son home now."

"Dad, don't worry, my uncle is coming to our house in a little while. He says he wants to talk to you and Mom about something."

Qin Anhua asked in surprise, "Oh? Pengfei has something else to say?"

"Yes, brother-in-law, I drove here. We'll leave right away."

"Okay, go ahead and take care of your business. I'll go to the restroom and wait for you."

Qin Hanyang thought he would only take a few hundred or a thousand yuan at most.

Unexpectedly, when he presented his bank card at the counter, a customer manager approached him with a smile and offered enthusiastic service:

"Hello, sir, please come to this VIP reception room for our processing."

"What? You're a VIP?"

Qin Anhua was startled when he saw this.

Deep down, he didn't really think much of his brother-in-law.

He's already in his thirties, but he's still not married or settled down. His pockets are often emptier than his face, and he could even be described as uneducated and incompetent.

Qin Anhua knew that the bank's VIP customers must have large amounts of deposits.

The shock of Wang Pengfei being associated with "VIP" is greater than the shock of him being able to get a loan this time.

"Yangyang, come with me."

After pulling Qin Hanyang out of Qin Anhua's sight, Wang Pengfei muttered, "Didn't you say your dad's loan was hopeless? What went wrong?"

Qin Hanyang thought for a moment and had a guess: "Could it be that Manager Luo had a change of heart and specially used his connections to get the loan approved for my dad?"

"Very likely, this would be a pleasant surprise."

Upon hearing this, Wang Pengfei was both amused and exasperated.

Neither of them expected that after tricking Luo Benquan, they would not only make money off him, but also solve Qin Anhua's loan problem.

"Yangyang, are you going to invest again?"

"Go for it! If we're going to do it, let's do it big! It used to be just a small workshop, this time let's go big and try to build a factory!"

After Qin Hanyang finished speaking, he looked at Wang Pengfei and said, "Once we expand this business, you'll also be a major shareholder. It'll be perfectly fine for others to call you President Wang from now on."

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

The two quickly processed the transaction, dividing the 50 yuan in the card into three accounts.

Wang Pengfei and Qin Hanyang each contributed 10 yuan, while the remaining 30 yuan was reserved for investment as originally planned.

After everything was settled, Wang Pengfei took the father and son and headed towards their hometown, Hongcheng.

"Yes, yes, the loan was approved... Let's close up shop early today, go back and cook a couple of dishes. Your brother and I are coming back together."

Qin Anhua took over the passenger seat, and as soon as he got in the car, he made a special call to Qin Hanyang's mother to let her know that he was coming home.

"Pengfei, thank you for taking us, father and son, here this time."

"Oh, brother-in-law, you're being too polite by saying that."

Wang Pengfei smiled and said, "Besides giving you a gift, I know you and my sister have been having some difficulties these past two years. I happen to have some spare money now and I'm planning to invest in your factory to see if I can help ease some of the pressure on you two."

"Pengfei, you've really put your heart into this."

Upon hearing this, Qin Anhua was somewhat moved, as he had come to see many things more clearly in the past two years.

When you're at the height of your fame, all sorts of relatives and friends will flock around you.

But ever since the business failed, the place has become deserted, and even the usually warm-hearted people haven't shown any concern.

However, this brother-in-law, although he hasn't offered any substantial help, has at least said some heartwarming things in daily life.

Qin Anhua took it as a polite remark and refused outright: "Forget it, the factory has already gone bankrupt, you still dare to invest? Investing three or five thousand yuan wouldn't even cover the bank interest."

Upon hearing this, Wang Pengfei smiled, looking straight ahead without turning around, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Oh... I'm planning to invest 30."

"30? I thought... What? 30!"

Qin Anhua was startled when he heard the number!

Even the back of the seat straightened up instantly.

"Where did you get so much money?"

"You don't need to worry about that. It wasn't stolen or robbed anyway."

Wang Pengfei chuckled and teased him, "Brother-in-law, you look down on this little bit of money, don't you? Oh, you just got a loan, you shouldn't need me, right?"

"No, no, no, look at you, saying such hurtful things to your brother-in-law. Let's sit down and talk it over properly when we get home."

After Qin Anhua finished speaking, he took out his phone again and dialed Qin Hanyang's mother's number.

"Well... while you're at it, go to the market and buy a chicken, some braised dishes, and get that bottle of Moutai out from under the wardrobe... I'll have a couple of drinks with your brother later."

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