Chapter 7 ATMs

The early morning sun shone through the cheap curtains and fell in the rental house.

Zhang Xiaojian woke up on time, his sleepiness quickly dissipated, he opened the curtain and looked at the scenery outside the window, and he was a little energetic.

Arriving in the small bathroom, he began to wash.

Well?

Zhang Xiaojian looked at himself in the mirror and noticed something different.

In the past, he basically never exercised, so he didn't have any pectorals, how can he have a silhouette now?

Ignoring the toothpaste foam in his mouth, he looked at his lower abdomen, the abdominal muscles were already bulging, his arms seemed to be a little thicker, and with a slight clenching of fists, Zhang Xiaojian felt that his strength seemed to be much greater.

He remembers that his strength was 30, and he was marked as a person who regularly exercised his strength.

As you can see from this description, it is not powerful.

But he has changed so much, which only seems to show how weak he was before.

If you keep eating the fruit of strength, you won't become a bodybuilder, right?

Zhang Xiaojian got goosebumps, feeling that the fit and strong man was really not beautiful, or he couldn't appreciate it, what he liked was the smooth muscle lines of the cheetah-style.

After washing, Zhang Xiaojian put on a pure white T-shirt for fifteen yuan in the night market, put on a pair of jeans that he had worn for a long time, and picked up an empty black schoolbag.

Today, Monday, it stands to reason that he should have rushed downstairs to the breakfast stall for breakfast, and then obediently squeezed the bus to work.

But it was clear that now he was not going to go.

If you want to say that one of the most torturous things in the world, there must be a class that knows that there is no future, but you still have to be in the class every day.

took out his mobile phone to find his immediate superior, Lao Wang, and dialed.

"Hey, little sword, what's the matter?"

"Brother Wang, I'm ready to leave. ”

"No!" Wang's answer was categorical.

Next is the education time, Lao Wang asked Zhang Xiaojian if he had found his next home and what he planned to do after leaving his job.

Did Zhang Xiaojian reply that he had more time to spend after leaving his job, as if he couldn't spend all the money in his life?

So he can only stand on his own.

Listening to Zhang Xiaojian's vagueness, Lao Wang, who has always had a good relationship, disagreed.

The final result is: "I don't want to force you to stay, but you leave without thinking about anything, I definitely don't agree, I'll give you a three-day paid vacation first, and after three days, you think about it, come to the company to find me." ”

"Oh....... ”

After Zhang Xiaojian hung up the phone, he pushed the door and went downstairs, came to the breakfast stall where he had eaten for many years, and ordered a bowl of soy milk and two fritters.

While nibbling on fritters, Zhang Xiaojian thought about what a rich person should eat for breakfast?

At this level of consumption, it is definitely unqualified now.

It must be squandered, it must be waved, and the consumption points can be squeezed, and the fruits can be exchanged for skill books.

He didn't have to wait to figure out how to splurge it.

I heard the whispers of the old couple who have been selling soy milk fritters here for 12 years.

"Let's stay open for two more hours, and if we can sell for more money, it's a little money. ”

"Okay, Xiaolan is going to college after all, and it costs a lot to go to other places, so it's always right for us to save more money. ”

The two of them were talking and greeting the guests.

Zhang Xiaojian's impression is that Xiaolan is still a little girl with pigtails, and she is already going to college in a flash.

"Checkout. Zhang Xiaojian shouted.

Before he was fifty years old, he was a stall owner with silver hair like an old man: "Zhang, have you eaten?" ”

"Scan the code. ”

The old man took out the somewhat dirty QR code card.

Zhang Xiaojian scanned his mobile phone, typed in '1000', and clicked OK.

It's quite smart over there, and the electronic sound came from the small speaker: "1,000 yuan in the account, 1,000 yuan in the account." ”

"Huh?"

Zhang Xiaojian's heart is not good, when does this stall still have this intelligent prompt function?

When the old couple heard a thousand, they were stunned, and the people eating breakfast at the next table looked at each other.

"Zhang, it's okay, it's wrong, I'll get it back for you, bring your phone." ”

Zhang Xiaojian stood up and waved his hand: "That's right, I've seen Xiaolan too, it's been a lot of years, and I can't hold a college banquet when I go to college, so I'll just give a salute." ”

After saying this, he secretly complained to himself in his heart, why is he so fond of courtesy?

The old man hurried: "No, no......." ”

It's just that Zhang Xiaojian ran away.

As soon as the young man in his twenties ran up, he called a fast, how could he catch up with an old man, so he could only shout behind him: "This money is saved to me, and it will be deducted slowly in the future." ”

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It was past eight o'clock, and the bank had not yet opened.

The 24-hour ATM is still open.

Insert the red card into the card slot, and the familiar red-background interface reappears.

Zhang Xiaojian pondered for a while, this card doesn't know how to bind with online banking, it is better to transfer millions to his card, and it will be much more convenient for various consumption in the future.

Then he pressed transfer and found a line of small print under the box where he entered the number.

[The minimum transfer amount of this card is 10 million]

ZHANG XIAOJIAN FELT THAT HE WAS DESPISED.

What kind of high-end card is this, inserting it into the ATM will not only change the page, there is no password, and there is a minimum amount for transfers?

In a fit of anger, Zhang Xiaojian pressed up.

“100000000。 ”

Transfer 100 million first, hum!

After entering the amount, he took out his own savings card, carefully marked the card number, corrected it again, and clicked OK.

After the head of the household appeared: Zhang Xjian on the display, he clicked OK again.

Then I felt a little nervous inexplicably.

After a while, the SMS prompt rang.

"Your account was credited at 8:07 on May 31, 2019, with a balance of RMB 100000000.00 and a balance of RMB 100001025.00. ”

Zhang Xiaojian felt his heart start pounding.

This large pile of 0s really made him a little dizzy.

After taking three deep breaths, Zhang Xiaojian clicked back and then selected Withdraw.

He thought about it in the morning, he should go out in the future in high-end places, according to the high-end places in idol film and television dramas, they all have to tip, and they can't always tip people by swiping WeChat, and it is still necessary to have a hundred and eighty thousand on him.

Therefore, it is also convenient to take an 8 million and put it at home.

There are only 100,000, 200,000, 400,000, and 800,000 options on the red card page.

Zhang Xiaojian did not hesitate and directly chose 800,000.

Today he came prepared, and the empty black schoolbag was carried in front of him.

It's just that he is poor after all, and he used to withdraw money at most a few thousand yuan, and he doesn't understand the mechanism of the ATM very well.

ATMs are generally equipped with four cash boxes, one cash box is full of 200,000, and logically speaking, an ATM is indeed 800,000 yuan.

However, usually banks do not fill the four cash boxes, and it is more common to put one or two.

What's more, the name of this bank is suffix Jingyang Branch, which is surrounded by the old city civilian area, and the amount of withdrawals is actually very small.

Therefore, there is usually only one cash box here.

Throwing away yesterday's successive withdrawals, where can Zhang Xiaojian withdraw 800,000 yuan from the ATM in front of him?

But he didn't know this, he opened his large school bag, and watched the banknotes brush at the outlet, as if they were about to splash out, and felt very happy.

Take out one, two, three stacks .......

"Beep. The alarm sounded again.

Zhang Xiaojian experienced it once, and knew that the broken ATM had no money again, so he looked at the one on the left and found that there was a small note pasted on it, which said 'maintenance'.

These are two ATMs, which means that his withdrawal plan has been ruined again.

Before he could stand up and squat, the door of the cash room was pushed open, and the security guard appeared again, still a little familiar.

Maybe because Zhang Xiaojian raised his hands yesterday and looked in a cold sweat, the security guard brother remembered it deeply, and he actually recognized Zhang Xiaojian, "It's you again?"

Zhang Xiaojian was slightly embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I don't have any money again." ”