Qi Tianming knew all too well what kind of rating a private banking card represented. Yet he and Yang Qing had just been looking down on Xu Ke.
If Xu Ke gets angry and transfers his funds, my career as a sub-branch manager will be over.
Qi Tianming carefully turned his head to look at Xu Ke, trying to gauge his mood.
But Xu Ke was also a bit stunned. Is the ticket machine broken? was his first thought. His second was to remember that Wong Qifu had transferred ten million to him yesterday.
As for Yang Qing, she was completely dumbfounded, her gaze fixed and vacant. She felt as if the glaring words on the machine's screen were slapping her across the face, one after another, until it was swollen. Why? How could Xu Ke have assets over ten million? He's a multimillionaire? Impossible! That's impossible!
Yang Qing's eyes widened. She instinctively reached out to touch the ticket machine. "It can't be, this can't be happening... Is the machine malfunctioning?"
