Chapter 46: Green Peak Bank

At that moment, Jiang Hao noticed that near the right side of the bank's lobby, there was a window operating as usual, yet no one was lining up in front of it.

He paused in surprise, then picked up his suitcase and walked toward it.

But after taking only a few steps, an elderly woman suddenly grabbed his wrist and asked, “Young man, what are you doing?”

“I’m going over there to handle some business,” Jiang Hao replied, pointing to the window.

Hearing this, the old lady explained, “Young man, is this your first time at Bifeng Bank? That window isn’t for regular customers—it's reserved for VIP clients.”

“VIP clients?” Jiang Hao’s face showed confusion.

So Bifeng Bank distinguishes between ordinary and VIP clients? Isn’t that creating a hierarchy among customers?

The old lady pulled Jiang Hao behind her, saying, “Young man, stand behind me. This queue is for regular customers. Be patient. It’ll be your turn soon.”

Jiang Hao could only smile wryly. He then asked, “Ma’am, can you tell me what makes someone a regular customer and what qualifies someone as a VIP?”

The old lady was warm-hearted and immediately launched into an explanation.

As it turned out, any customer who handled transactions at Bifeng Bank involving more than one million yuan, or whose deposit exceeded five million yuan, would be considered a VIP client.

Those who didn’t meet either criterion were regular customers.

After her explanation, Jiang Hao understood.

He had come to Bifeng Bank to open an account and transfer all his money into it.

Currently, Jiang Hao had two cards and eight million yuan in cash.

One card was an anonymous bank card given to him by the Bai family, containing twenty million yuan. The other was his own card from another bank, with twelve million yuan transferred to him by Zhao Ziyun.

With two cards and such a large sum of cash, managing his finances was becoming cumbersome.

That was why Jiang Hao intended to open an account here and deposit all his money, making Bifeng Bank his exclusive storage bank from now on.

Moreover, the transaction he planned to handle today was not merely above one million—it was a colossal sum exceeding forty million.

Thus, Jiang Hao fully met the requirements for Bifeng Bank’s VIP clientele.

He hesitated no longer, dragging his suitcase toward the VIP window. Yet after only two steps, the old lady stopped him again.

“Young man, why don’t you listen? Didn’t I tell you to stand behind me? That window is for VIPs. If you go over, the bank security will send you back, and you’ll embarrass yourself!”

Her tone was earnest and anxious.

This old lady was truly kind-hearted. Among the other customers waiting in line, who would bother to look out for Jiang Hao?

Jiang Hao smiled and said, “Ma’am, thank you for your concern. But I am a VIP client. I can use the VIP window, so I’ll go there. There are fewer people and it’s faster.”

Hearing Jiang Hao claim he was a VIP, the old lady looked at him in astonishment.

“You’re a VIP?” she asked.

“Yes, I meet the requirements for a VIP at Bifeng Bank,” Jiang Hao replied with a smile and a nod.

The old lady shook her head and sized him up from head to toe. “I don’t believe it. If you really were a VIP, why are you dressed so plainly?”

Jiang Hao’s clothes were simple, bought back when he lived with Su Qingli. They weren’t designer brands, just the most ordinary street market goods.

His appearance, from head to toe, was modest and unremarkable.

Such attire hardly matched the image of a VIP.

“Ma’am, I’m not joking. I’m in a hurry,” Jiang Hao said, preparing to leave for the VIP window. The old lady still wanted to persuade him.

Nearby, a young man with dyed yellow hair, unable to tolerate it any longer, said impatiently, “Old lady, why bother? If he wants to use the VIP window, let him go. If he hits a wall, it's his problem, not yours!”

“Exactly! If he embarrasses himself, it’s not your embarrassment. Why worry so much?” chimed in a flamboyantly dressed middle-aged woman.

Their voices were loud, drawing the attention of many people waiting in line. Curious, doubtful, disdainful, and scornful looks were cast Jiang Hao’s way.

More than half the people in the bank were now watching him.

Jiang Hao, however, paid no mind to any of it.

He wasted no more time, pulling his suitcase straight toward the VIP window.

Just as he was about to reach it, a bank security guard in uniform, with a black riot baton at his waist, appeared and blocked his path.

“Stop! What are you doing?” the guard demanded, glaring at Jiang Hao.

“I want to use the VIP window to handle my transaction,” Jiang Hao replied honestly.

“You want to use our VIP window? Are you a VIP client? Show me your bank card. Our ordinary and VIP bank cards are different,” the guard said, holding out his hand.

But Jiang Hao didn’t produce a card.

He didn’t have a Bifeng Bank card yet!

He was here to open an account and deposit money; if he already had a Bifeng Bank card, it would be odd.

“I don’t have your bank’s card yet,” Jiang Hao answered candidly.

The security guard immediately let out a sharp, mocking laugh.

“You don’t even have our bank card, and you claim to be a VIP?” he sneered.

Not only the guard, but other clients in the lobby also laughed.

They had been waiting to see Jiang Hao’s little drama unfold. Now that he’d run into trouble, they found it all the more amusing.

In their eyes, Jiang Hao’s actions were no different from those of a clown performing in a circus.

Jiang Hao drew a breath, looked seriously at the security guard, and said calmly, “Your bank’s rules state that clients with deposits over five million, or those handling transactions over one million at a time, qualify as VIPs. Meeting either condition makes one a VIP. I believe I meet the second criterion.”