8mi Chapter 129 It Was Sister Pao And Her Mother Who Applied For The Card
Chapter 129 It Was Sister Pao And Her Mother Who Applied For The Card
Once you have proof of household registration, the next step is to open a bank card, identity, address, parents' certificate, and all the materials required to apply for the card.
Sakura Country Mitsubishi UFJ Bank Branch, single-family high-end office building in Chiba Prefecture, bank reception hall.
Tsukasa got off the bus from Dabin, walked straight to the VIP reception window of the bank manager on duty, and asked for a card in a confident manner.
The bank manager saw that he was a junior high school student, and he didn't even think about talking. Where did he come from? He was a wild child, and he just went and played.
Call the security guards to kick people out. Damn, if you don’t keep me here, you will have your own place. Don’t regret it.
Bank security uncle: "Tsk, if you are a child, ask your parents to apply for a card. You are still young and cannot meet the standards for applying for a card."
"You fart, so it's okay if she's not much older than me?"
At the bank gate, a certain petite blond lolita was staggered on the steps. The lolita bowed her head before the bank manager and welcomed her into the VIP exclusive service channel. The manager lined up six or seven people to serve one person.
The security uncle used his actions to show that he looked down on others, so he drove him out of the bank and served tea and water to the blond lolita.
A snobbish uncle. I thought the manager was snobbish, but this security guard is better than his master.
On that day, there was no place for him to stay here. The bank blacklisted him, so he turned to the bank across the road to apply for a card.
At the Fuji (Furong) branch, Misaka Mirei repeatedly and boringly received a customer. The customer group consisted of an old man with a squinting look.
A young man who is inexperienced in the world, a middle-aged lady with jewels and jewels, who meets many people, and she numbly repeats the polite words mechanically.
I graduated from the Department of Finance and Economics of the University of Tokyo. After graduation, I entered the job with dreams in mind and was assigned as a teller in a bank in the prefecture.
Tellers are just tellers, with salaries as high as 400,000 yuan, and the eight-hour workday is a golden job that many students envy.
Misaka Mirei, who has just transferred to Countryside Bank, does not want to compromise. She wants to win the appreciation of her boss based on her talent and knowledge and return to the capital of Tokyo.
A young and beautiful woman full of passion, her big weapon is the highlight. The female bank employee's professional OL outfit sets off the curves and curves.
Coming to a big city again, I was ostracized by my colleagues and sexually harassed by my superiors. I had repeatedly warned men with evil intentions.
On the contrary, the group of people became more and more outrageous and tried their best to trick her into socializing and drinking.
She had heard about the dirty things about drinking in the workplace. Her husband had left England and her daughter had just entered the first year of junior high school. If she persisted, she would quit her job to be a full-time wife if they didn't restrain themselves.
"Welcome, what business do you need to handle?" Misaka Mirei smiled professionally and received the next customer indifferently.
Tsukasa sat down on the soft stool at the counter, a chair with four sliding wheels. The service attitude of this bank was not very good. No one came to greet him for thirty minutes after he entered the bank.
Without any discerning ability, the future business master, the future chairman of the world's top 500 companies, was ignored. Oh, it's embarrassing, it's a disgrace to the time traveler. He didn't even think about it. The total value of the clothes, pants and shoes sold at the street stall was only one thousand yen.
Some people took a fancy to it, and the only face that caught their eye was useless. A certain manager said to himself, this is not a talent scouting studio, and it does not look for child actors.
A certain manager who looked down on the tombstone was still a little bit discerning. The big Bengo car outside the door, one of the two in the county, was enough to raise his status. The car under the snow was so discerning that he could only kneel down and lick it.
"Sister, let me apply for the card. This is the identity information form." An application form fell in front of the counter.
A young lady with short and long brown hair, a round and cute face, and that huge RU, so big and young, he thought to himself, she has outstanding advantages and can crush the girls at other counters.
This eldest sister looks so familiar, like a person, the mother of a certain scientific railgun.
While Misaka Mirei was handling business, she was also observing Tsukasa. Her appearance was not outstanding, but she had a rare sense of maturity. Was this a junior high school student from a big family? She had an extraordinary temperament.
With her quick hands, she can input personal information into the computer and apply for a passbook and a bank card.
After taking the bankbook and card, he was not in a hurry to leave. He ignored the other people queuing up to handle business and chatted about home affairs with his mother, who was suspected of being Pao Jie.
"What's your name, eldest sister? She's single and married. Please leave her phone number and Google email to contact her."
Misaka Mirei had a crush on the sweet-tongued kid. What woman doesn't like others praising her beauty? She smiled and said, "Misaka Mirei, you're married, little bastard, and your daughter is as old as you."
"Pfft!" I'm so perverted, that's not the point. Oh my God, I'm lucky enough to see the real Sister Pao again in this life.
They chatted very happily, and they felt sorry for meeting each other so late. They were a college student in Tokyo Finance. I wonder if Xue’s mother knew this person.
Talents who understand finance must be under his command because they have never met Sister Pao.
The bank doesn't recognize talents, and the manager still harasses his subordinates. God-given talent comes to his doorstep.
Tsukasa borrowed a piece of paper and wrote down his phone number and email address to keep in touch.
He strode out of the bank in a confident manner. To his surprise, he didn't worry about Misaka Mirei not coming, just like his perverted boss or his amiable little boss.
He got into the car easily and happily. When the big-backed bodyguard driver saw him getting into the car, he turned on the engine with one click, kicked the accelerator to the bottom, and drove like a sports car.
The speed of the car was so fast, it was over 50, and it was traveling at a tortoise speed.
Lao Jianghu, who was sitting in the back seat, threw a cigarette to the bodyguard driver. The city center was a long way from Yukinoshita, so he had plenty of time to light up a cigarette.
"Master, Madam has repeatedly given orders not to allow you to smoke," the bodyguard reminded kindly.
"If you don't tell me, I won't tell you. Heaven knows and earth knows that you know and I know, but who else knows?" Zhong Jie said nonchalantly.
No matter how awesome Snow Mother is, she can still monitor him.
Xue's mother didn't have the time to care about her loyal subordinates. She even took out her phone and made a report.
Wori, before I even took a sip of labor, you just stopped my thoughts, good, good, good, very good.
I accepted your loyalty on behalf of Xue Mu. I threw the cigarette on the roadside and squeezed out a few words between my teeth:
"what's your name!"
"Master, Sakamoto Xiongdai."
"You are very good, I just lack a subordinate like you."
"Hi! I am happy to serve the young master."
"Forehead!"
He was speechless by this fool. He was as his name suggests, upright and straightforward enough. If this fool wanted him, he would ask Xue Mu for help when he got back.
A girl who lives at home and studies at home, Yukino, sits quietly on the steps of a tomb, practicing martial arts and reading in the redwood forest. When did she get used to the boy dancing with sticks, the girl watched.
Looking at the sky, Mr. Wufu should be back. He went to the bank to do some important things in the afternoon and bought the milk tea he promised.
A good mood ends with a cup of milk tea?
What, milk tea, I forgot, can you believe it?
Oh, why didn’t you forget your way home?
Make up for it tomorrow?
Tomorrow is tomorrow again?
So what do you want from me?
Give me your hand.
Not given.
Yukino stamped her foot angrily, attacking someone's unpreparedness, stomping on someone's toes, slipping on the toes, and ran back to the room angrily.
You, you are unreasonable, your fingers are connected to your heart, his toes are so enlarged, red and swollen that he wants to cry but can't.
A cup of milk tea, no need to be cruel.