City’s Best Divine Doctor
Chapter 92 - 92 0092 Cashing a Check

92: Chapter 0092: Cashing a Check 92: Chapter 0092: Cashing a Check Li Yingjie, Xie Deming, and Song An, dressed in suits and leather shoes, rarely came to such a place; when they had just arrived, Chen Fang thought they were here to eat noodles or rice noodles.

However, as soon as they saw Li Molian, they learned it was because of Ye Qiu that they had come.

Ye Qiu had already talked with his parents; Ye Weidong and Chen Fang hadn’t expected the school leaders to actually come so soon to persuade Ye Qiu to return to school.

Initially, Ye Weidong thought that Ye Qiu was the first to strike; he didn’t expect others had hit Ye Qiu first, leading to his misunderstanding and humiliating himself and Ye Qiu in front of others.

Therefore, now that the school leaders had come to urge Ye Qiu to return to class, naturally, his parents did not want to pay any attention to it.

“Ye Qiu’s father, our school has specifically come here to offer him a sincere apology; whatever demands Ye Qiu puts forward, we will do our best to satisfy them,” said Vice Principal Li Yingjie.

Ye Weidong sat there smoking, yet did not pay attention to the vice principal’s words.

He had learned that the current Ye Qiu was different from the previous one, but he had misunderstood him earlier.

Ye Qiu had already told him that he would not return soon even if the school leaders were to plead with him.

“It’s up to Ye Qiu to decide on his matters; we can’t decide for him,” said Ye Weidong.

“Ye Qiu’s father, you must understand that our school really had no choice when we did what we did,” Li Yingjie continued to speak.

If it were before, Ye Weidong would have felt honored by so many school leaders and teachers visiting his home, but now he didn’t want to pay them any attention.

“We still have work to do; we can’t manage matters concerning Ye Qiu,” Ye Weidong maintained.

Now Ye Weidong, Chen Fang, and Ye Xue, all didn’t want to pay any mind to these school leaders—with the snap of a finger, Jiangbei No.

3 Middle School had expelled Ye Qiu and just as quickly wanted him to return; they understood Ye Qiu wasn’t someone who could be easily pushed around.

As for when exactly Ye Qiu would return to school, that was for Ye Qiu himself to decide; Ye Weidong knew that Ye Qiu was now capable of deciding these things.

Li Yingjie glanced at Xie Deming and Song An, who in turn took out cigarettes to chat with Ye Weidong.

If it were any other matter, Ye Weidong would converse with them, but regarding the matter of Ye Qiu returning to school,

Ye Weidong simply didn’t want to pay any attention.

In the end, Xie Deming and Song An were left feeling quite helpless, and the three of them could only look towards the homeroom teacher, Li Molian.

“Principal Li, perhaps you should return to the school first, and I will talk further with Ye Qiu’s parents about this,” she said.

Naturally, the three of them didn’t want to continue staying here.

The congee and noodle shop was greasy, and even after the chairs had been wiped many times, they still felt greasy to the touch.

The three of them got into a small car and drove away first.

Soon, only Li Molian and a few other teachers were left.

Li Molian knew the fault lay with Zhang Wei and Jiangbei No.

3 Middle School, so she wanted Ye Qiu to return to Jiangbei No.

3 Middle School instead of transferring to Jinling University affiliated high school; she understood the issues still needed resolution.

However, just as Li Molian was about to say something to Ye Weidong, a small car pulled up, and a middle-aged man in a suit and a fashionably-dressed middle-aged woman got out—it was none other than Zhang Wei’s father, Zhang Dongliang, and his mother, Liu Ying.

Previously, Liu Ying had been very arrogant, thinking that with Zhang Dongliang’s connections, Ye Qiu was nothing to be concerned about.

But now, Liu Ying had realized that Zhang Dongliang was essentially insignificant in the eyes of those behind Ye Qiu.

With Zhang Wei expelled from Jiangbei No.

3 Middle School, trying to transfer him to another school, they feared that other middle schools in Jinling would hesitate to accept Zhang Wei.

Zhang Dongliang and Liu Ying had driven here personally, seeking to appeal to Ye Qiu’s parents to resolve the matter.

However, when he saw Li Molian there, he immediately felt quite awkward.

…

Ye Qiu obtained his ID card and then rode his bike to an Industrial and Commercial Bank, parking it outside.

As he entered, he realized it wasn’t yet opening time for the bank.

Banks usually opened at two in the afternoon, and it was not yet that time; however, there were already many people taking a number and waiting in line.

Ye Qiu thought about the check in his pocket and felt he did not need to wait so long; otherwise, if he followed the number-taking and queueing procedure, it might take two or three hours.

Moreover, this huge sum of money couldn’t be handled by a regular bank counter.

Ye Qiu went straight to the entrance of the VIP room of the bank.

Just as he reached the door, the security guard who had been watching him in the lobby immediately stopped him and said, “Young man, if you want to conduct business, you can only wait in the lobby.”

Seeing Ye Qiu arrive on that old bicycle, and considering his worn and somewhat greasy clothing, the security guard thought Ye Qiu was there for some common errand.

Naturally, the guard blocked him from the VIP room.

Because the VIP room was reserved for wealthy people or important clients with VIP cards, and Ye Qiu’s involvement would surely affect the customers inside.

“I want to see your manager,”

Ye Qiu said.

“Sir, our manager is very busy and might not be able to meet you.

If you have any matters, you may take a number and wait in line in the lobby.”

The security guard from the bank’s lobby replied as before.

Of course, by now, many people outside were looking over.

Ye Qiu had not expected it to be such a hassle and replied, “Then under what conditions can one enter the VIP room to conduct business?”

“You need a VIP card or the bank’s VIP card, as well as transactions that can’t be processed outside,”

the security guard repeated.

“Then, can I cash a check outside?”

Ye Qiu casually remarked.

At first, the security guard thought he had misheard.

But when he saw Ye Qiu take out the check, he realized it wasn’t fake.

He did not know how Ye Qiu came by the check—he thought maybe Ye Qiu had acquired it through some other channels, perhaps stolen or found.

The security guard went to report this matter to the bank’s manager and also alerted the police.

Ye Qiu was unaware of this; the guard simply told him to wait there.

Ye Qiu thought it was because the other party saw the check and had a change of attitude.

Soon, the security guard and a middle-aged man dressed in a suit and leather shoes, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, came out of the office.

The middle-aged man, with a smile, said to Ye Qiu, “Hello, my last name is Song, I am the manager of this branch.

What service do you need?

Please come with me!”

Ye Qiu followed him inside and realized that wealthy people indeed had privilege.

In this VIP room, not only were there soft sofas and comfortable air conditioning, but there were also fruits, desserts, beverages, tea, and coffee.

Manager Song personally poured Ye Qiu a cup of tea and then said, “I heard you want to cash a check?”

“Yes, I want to cash a check for five million,”

Ye Qiu replied.

“How did you come by this check?”

Hearing Manager Song’s question, Ye Qiu appeared somewhat impatient, and he felt as if the manager’s tone was like he was interrogating him.