2003: The Opening Sniper Against the Financial Tycoon

Farewell to the moon over Jiangnan.

Qin Hanyang took a taxi to Rongcheng Commercial Bank.

This is the address he got from his mother last night.

Qin Hanyang didn't go in. He specially bought a baseball cap and a mask and put them on, glancing around outside the door.

This bank is not small and has a dedicated financial services area.

In a sunlit customer waiting area, Qin Hanyang's father, Qin Anhua, was sitting with his eyes closed, dozing off.

"It really is here!"

As if sensing something, Qin Anhua's head throbbed, and he woke up with a start at that moment.

He glanced at his watch, immediately got up, and found the lobby manager on duty.

"Young man, it's almost time to get off work. Is your supervisor, Mr. Luo, coming back today?"

"Sorry, we don't know the leader's schedule. If you need anything, you can call him."

"oh......"

Upon hearing this, Qin Anhua looked somewhat disappointed.

He did call, but the other party didn't answer, so he returned to his seat and waited patiently.

After waiting for another half hour.

Several vans were parked outside, and a large group of people got out. The leader was a short, fat man with glasses and a mustache.

Their first action after getting off the bus was almost always stomping their feet, shaking some pebbles off their heels. Some of their pants were still covered in mud, as if they had been running through deep forests.

One of them said, "Gentlemen, please move to the restaurant next door. I'll go get some Moutai!"

"Hurry up, Manager Luo."

"Alright!"

Manager Luo jogged to the bank, took out his keychain hanging from his waist, and jogged back to his office.

"Old classmate, I waited all day and almost didn't see you! Where have you been?!"

Qin Anhua had already heard the commotion and came over to greet them.

He made no mention of the other party not answering the phone, but instead acted with great enthusiasm.

"Mr. Qin, what brings you here?"

President Luo had no choice but to stop and shake hands with him with a forced smile.

"Forget about 'President Qin,' he's all bruised and battered now!"

Qin Anhua laughed and joked, "We're all old classmates. I'm here to talk business with you."

"We can't discuss business today. I have an urgent matter to attend to. Please come another day."

President Luo waved his hand and went to his office on his own. He also called a subordinate, and the two of them carried a box of things out.

Qin Anhua was left standing there, looking somewhat embarrassed.

But he didn't give up. Instead, he shouted at Manager Luo's retreating figure, "Then I'll come again tomorrow!"

Manager Luo didn't even turn around.

Qin Anhua then went out, boarded a bus, and left dejectedly.

Qin Hanyang also left immediately.

His purpose in coming here was not to witness his father's humility and embarrassment.

Rather, it was to confirm something.

That short, stout man with a mustache was none other than the famous head of the Delong Group—Tang Wanxin!

"I wonder if this Mr. Tang is easy to fool."

Qin Hanyang muttered to himself.

He wasn't particularly concerned about the acquisition of Chengdu Commercial Bank by this person.

However, Qin Hanyang knew that this person had a hobby of hunting because he came from a remote city!

This was also the time in my previous life.

Fearing his father would punish him when he returned, Qin Hanyang hid away at his maternal grandmother's old home. There, at the village entrance, he had a brief encounter with this business tycoon from a distance.

But no matter what, if I want to make a lot of money right now, besides robbing a bank, the only other option is to target these big shots.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Hanyang arrived at a "talking booth".

The room was divided into several cubicles, like an office, with a landline phone placed in each cubicle.

Seeing that Qin Hanyang intended to make a phone call, a shopkeeper with a fly swatter greeted him, "Want to make a call? Local calls are three cents a minute, long-distance calls are five cents."

Qin Hanyang nodded.

After sitting down, I took my phone out of my pocket to contact someone when I saw a text message.

You have successfully recharged your phone credit by 100 yuan. Your current balance is 82.9 yuan.

Seeing this, he roughly guessed what was going on, and immediately went outside again.

"Let's stop fighting for now."

The fly swatter vendor cursed under his breath, "Probably doesn't have the money for that! He'd be better off going back to get a handjob!"

Qin Hanyang had no idea that he was being insulted.

But even if they knew, they didn't care.

People from the Sichuan-Chongqing region almost always talk about their genitals.

Qin Hanyang dialed a phone as he walked.

"Hello, is this your uncle?"

"Yangyang?"

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to have just woken up, and their tone was somewhat languid.

Only after hearing Qin Hanyang's confirmation did he perk up.

"You're coming to Chengdu? Great! I'll come find you right away. Just stay where you are and wait for me. Don't move."

"Just don't bring oranges."

"The oranges aren't ripe yet, why are you buying a hammer!"

The person on the other end, not understanding what was going on, rushed over as soon as they hung up the phone.

In no time, a motorcycle came to a stop in front of Qin Hanyang.

The man in the car was wearing flip-flops, had a cigarette dangling from his lips, and wore a silver necklace.

He was in his early thirties, with a carefree and irresponsible demeanor; he was none other than Wang Pengfei, Qin Hanyang's uncle.

Have you had dinner yet?

"not yet."

"Then get in the car quickly."

After saying that, Wang Pengfei led Qin Hanyang to a Sichuan restaurant.

After sitting down, we casually ordered a few home-style dishes.

Wang Pengfei asked, "Did you come with your dad?"

"No, it's just me." Qin Hanyang shook his head.

"Sigh, I'm a bit short on cash lately, otherwise I would have tried to scrape together some money for your dad."

Wang Pengfei sighed and said, "By the way, I heard from my sister that you got into a four-year university but aren't going to study there. You're planning to go to a junior college instead? Sigh... whatever, whether it's a four-year university or a junior college, I'll definitely find a way to get you the new phone I promised you before school starts."

Qin Hanyang smiled upon hearing this.

My uncle, who's in his thirties, has never had a moment's respite from financial hardship.

With the motorcycle parked in front of the door, all his belongings were on him.

Even so, he was still incredibly kind to his nephew.

Qin Hanyang remembers clearly that the cell phone was cashed in, but the motorcycle was sold.

"Uncle, I don't need the phone anymore. I need your help with something this time."

"Just say what you need to say. Why are you being so polite with me?"

Wang Pengfei glanced at his nephew, picked up a piece of the complimentary pickled radish from the restaurant, and teased, "Did you get into a fight and need me to find people to help you fight?"

"Look at what you're saying, do you think I'm still a little kid?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Hanyang was both amused and exasperated. He then countered, "Uncle, my mom told me that you learned the art of divination from my grandmother for a few days before, and sometimes when you were short of money, you even set up a stall in some towns and villages?"

"What kind of skill is that! Don't listen to your mother's nonsense!"

Wang Pengfei blushed instantly, feeling ashamed and annoyed that his older sister had dug up his embarrassing past in front of the younger generation.

Qin Hanyang chuckled.

My maternal grandmother was a well-known midwife in the village. She used to follow an old Chinese medicine doctor in the family for a few days, and she would also prescribe some herbs to treat patients. In addition, she would talk about yin and yang and fortune-telling in her daily life, which was considered a "skill" by outsiders.

But while it's true that my uncle learned this craft, he went astray.

When he was short of money, he would often go to a traditional Chinese medicine shop to buy some medicine and then act as a middleman, like a peddler, setting up a stall to sell his wares at market days in the surrounding towns and villages. Sometimes he would even do fortune-telling and divination on the side.

Thanks to his grandmother's reputation and his quick wit, he actually earned quite a bit of money.

Unfortunately, my uncle thought this business was somewhat shameful.

He wouldn't set up a stall a second time until he was completely broke and had eaten his fill.

"Uncle, I didn't mean to make fun of you. We're a family with a long history of metaphysics, this is all part of our heritage."

"Hehe, what do you want from me, kid? Tell me quickly."

Wang Pengfei was amused by the vocabulary that came out of his mouth and couldn't help but ask.

Upon hearing this, Qin Hanyang's smile vanished, and he immediately became serious:

"I found a big client, let's go all out and pull off a heist, what do you say?"

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