Chapter 3: I Became the World’s Richest Man

The other people in the bank frowned, looking at Wang Ying with undisguised disgust.

Wang Ying’s attitude was so foul, she was clearly no good person.

“Heh, as long as you’re happy,” Xu Shaochen chuckled, completely ignoring Wang Ying.

His mind was entirely on whether the money in his account was real or not; he had no time to deal with Wang Ying flaunting her superiority.

“You…” Wang Ying was furious when Xu Shaochen ignored her. What right did this poor boy have to look down on her?

“Forget it, it’s not worth arguing with a broke loser and demeaning ourselves.” A young man in a black shirt stopped her, then looked at Xu Shaochen arrogantly, saying, “You want to withdraw money, right? Tell me how much you need, and I’ll give you the cash directly. For Ying’s sake, I’ll even add an extra five hundred for you. How about you let me take your place and save everyone else’s time?”

As he spoke, the young man in the black shirt took out 500 yuan from his wallet and waved it in front of Xu Shaochen with an air of superiority.

“Sir, if you want to do business, please line up at the back. Otherwise, don’t disturb others here.”

The bank staff behind the window frowned and spoke coldly to the young man in the black shirt.

The young man’s expression stiffened. Embarrassed, he put the money away and glanced at Xu Shaochen with a cold sneer, “Hmph, let’s see how much you can withdraw, poor boy. I bet it’ll be less than my pocket change.”

“Pocket change? You’re overestimating him. If he has enough saved to buy even one of my outfits, he should thank his lucky stars.” Wang Ying sneered, her gaze full of ridicule.

Ignoring the barking of these two dogs, Xu Shaochen, with a slightly trembling right hand, handed over his card. “I’d like to withdraw some money, please.”

“Alright, please wait a moment.”

The bank worker took the card and operated on her computer. Suddenly, her expression changed, and she looked up at Xu Shaochen, utterly astonished.

“What is it? Is something wrong?” Xu Shaochen felt a bit nervous, his palms already sweaty.

“Haha, poor boy, I bet there’s not a single cent in your account!” The young man in the black shirt burst into laughter, full of disdain and mockery.

“Looks like I gave him too much credit just now. Forget about my outfit’s money, he doesn’t even have a single cent. Are you here to be a joke?” Wang Ying scoffed, her eyes full of contempt and malice.

Once again, Wang Ying felt thankful for her choice. If she had foolishly stayed with Xu Shaochen, how could she have the life she enjoys now?

“I’m so beautiful. I just need to find a rich boyfriend, serve him well at night, and as soon as I lie down and spread my legs, won’t the money just start pouring in?”

The bank staff, overhearing this, gave Wang Ying and the young man odd looks. She then turned to Xu Shaochen and said, “Sir, please wait a moment. I need to verify something.”

“Okay.” Xu Shaochen felt his heart sink. Was the money on the card really fake?

“Get lost already. You’re not only embarrassing yourself but also wasting everyone’s time.”

“Exactly. If I were you, I would have left out of shame long ago. I really can’t believe I ever even considered dating someone like you, such a worthless loser.”

The young man in the black shirt and Wang Ying continued to mock Xu Shaochen, feeling an immense sense of superiority.

At that moment, a tall woman in business attire walked over quickly. Smiling warmly at Xu Shaochen, she said, “Mr. Xu, hello. I’m the manager of this branch. How could a valued client like you stand in line? This was a mistake on our part. Please follow me to the VIP reception room. We’ve already prepared coffee and pastries for you.”

Liu Ruxu’s eyes brightened as she looked at the young Xu Shaochen, her tone unconsciously becoming softer.

Thirty million! If she could convince him to transfer this thirty million to her branch, that would be a huge deal! But the key isn’t just the thirty million. It’s the person who has this thirty million. He’s so young now; could it become three billion in the future? Establishing a long-term relationship with such a client would be a dream come true.

Wow! Seeing this scene, everyone was left astonished, eyes wide open in disbelief as they stared at Xu Shaochen.

What is a bank? To ordinary people, a bank is like a master, always the dominant party.

But now, the bank was lowering itself to accommodate Xu Shaochen. Just how wealthy was he?

At this thought, everyone turned to look at the young man in the black shirt and Wang Ying with odd expressions. Was this the ‘poor boy’ they kept mocking? If he’s considered ‘poor,’ then what are we? Refugees?

Xu Shaochen finally relaxed, his heart that was in his throat now fallen back into place. Then, excitement hit him. It was true! The phone call was genuine! The money was real!

So… did that mean his missing grandfather was actually the Chinese-born world tycoon who passed away a few days ago? And that after graduating from college, he would inherit his grandfather’s wealth and become the world’s next richest man?

“No way! There’s no way this is real! The bank must have made a mistake. How could a poor boy like him be a valued client? It’s impossible!”

It took the young man in the black shirt a while to react. Still emotional, he shouted at the branch manager.

“Right! It must be a mistake. I know exactly how much money he has. He’s just a poor student!” Wang Ying quickly pointed at Xu Shaochen, unable to accept that the poor boy she dumped had suddenly struck it rich.

Liu Ruxu frowned at the two of them, her expression darkening. Coldly, she said, “If you two continue to verbally attack Mr. Xu, I will have security escort you out, and our bank will refuse to conduct any further business with you.”

The faces of the young man in the black shirt and Wang Ying turned pale, flushed with embarrassment. Neither dared to look Xu Shaochen in the eye now; the slap had come too fast.

He now felt like everything he’d just done was making him look like a clown, utterly ashamed of himself.

The young man in the black shirt shot Wang Ying an angry glare. “This is the poor student you were talking about? Then what the heck does that make me?”

“But, he really is a poor student…” Wang Ying pouted, feeling wronged. Xu Shaochen really was just a poor student, so how could he have suddenly risen like this?

Slap!

The young man in the black shirt slapped Wang Ying hard across the face and said through gritted teeth, “Poor my butt! Don’t ever come to me again.”

With those words, the young man in the black shirt turned and left. Today, he’d lost all face, and it was all Wang Ying’s fault.