The other customers waiting to be served saw Fang Chenyi leave and shook their heads. They just figured the young man had come in to collect scrap or maybe just enjoy the air conditioning.
The security guard watched Fang Chenyi walk into the bank next door, a smirk playing on his lips as he muttered under his breath,
"Heh, what a pain. A young kid like that, picking up trash for a living. Couldn't you find a better job?"
But the words had barely left his mouth when the door to the bank's office area flew open, and the bank manager strode out, his face beaming with excitement.
As he entered the main lobby, his eyes darted around, scanning the room. But after a full sweep, he didn't see the person he was looking for.
Seeing this, the lobby manager hurried over and asked respectfully,
"Manager, are you looking for something?"
The manager immediately turned to her and asked anxiously,
"Chairman Fang? Where's Chairman Fang?"
