HPDBC Chapter 63: The Vault Boy
Chapter 63: The Vault Boy
"Dude, pull me up... give me a hand!"
Just as Lin Bei was about to climb over the wall and jump down, he heard something and looked down to find a boy about his age standing under the dim streetlights in the back alley.
The boy was wearing a bathrobe from the bathhouse and disposable slippers from the bathhouse.
His hair was a mess, and he had an expression on his face that looked like he had just been dragged out of bed and was still half asleep.
Lin Bei could tell from the boy's appearance that he was one of his kind, and also the unlucky guy who was cornered at the back door by the police tonight.
Since we're like-minded people, it's only natural to lend a hand at times like this.
Lin Bei bent down, reached out, and pulled the boy onto the wall.
Then, the three people jumped off the wall and landed on the gravel ground of the parking lot in the neighboring community.
"Crack!" Old Gao suddenly stepped on and broke a beer bottle, making a sound.
All three of them simultaneously shrank their necks.
However, there were no lights or shouts in the parking lot, only a few barks from dogs in the distance.
They then clung to the wall, made their way to the parking lot exit, and turned onto the main road.
Once they reached a safe area, the three of them looked at each other under the streetlights.
They were all barefoot, covered in dust, and their clothes were buttoned up incorrectly, looking disheveled.
The boy who had been pulled up by Lin Bei bent over to catch his breath and casually straightened the collar of his bathrobe.
He straightened up and reached out his hand to Lin Bei.
"Dude, thank you so much! If my dad knew I was coming to a place like this at night, he'd definitely break my legs!"
Lin Bei waved his hand: "It's nothing. We're all in the same boat. Of course, I'll help if I can."
The boy grinned and said, "My name is Wang Yu. I'm really sorry for tonight. I almost dragged you guys into this. I'll treat you to dinner another time when I have time."
"My name is Lin Bei." Lin Bei shook hands with him.
"Thanks for tonight, I'll definitely treat you another day." Wang Yu nodded and turned to wave at a taxi parked on the side of the road.
Before getting into the car, he turned back and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Lin Bei.
Lin Bei waved his hand in response.
Then, he and Lao Gao limped forward.
After walking two streets, Lin Bei suddenly remembered something.
The boy named Wang Yu, when he was giving his name, remembered a financial news article he had read in his previous life.
The son of a real estate tycoon, who also seems to be surnamed Wang, is about the same age as the one from before, and his hometown is also nearby.
Lin Bei glanced back at the direction the taxi had disappeared in, then shook his head.
He's probably overthinking it; how could it be such a coincidence?
Lin Bei took out a cigarette case from his pocket; there were two cigarettes left inside.
He handed one to Lao Gao and then took one for himself.
He pressed the lighter twice before it lit, took a drag, and exhaled the smoke into the night.
I finally got to indulge myself once in a while and went to a foot massage parlor, but I almost got caught by the police.
If they hadn't run away, then even if they didn't actually offer any improper services...
If you're caught in that kind of situation, you can't explain yourself no matter how hard you try.
When the time comes, the police station will notify the parents, and his father, Lin Jianjun, will come over to their house with seven wolf skins.
The image of "turning over a new leaf" that he had painstakingly built up in front of his parents was completely ruined.
He might even make the local news: "Underage boys who just finished their college entrance exams went to a foot massage parlor and solicited prostitutes with friends, and were later taken away by the police."
Then he would become truly famous.
I'll never come to this place again.
Big cities are better; there are legitimate foot massage parlors everywhere, and you'll never find these shady businesses that use legitimate signs to conduct illegitimate business.
Even if there are illicit services, the police won't conduct room raids.
Old Gao walked beside him, his pace slowing down until he finally stopped altogether.
Lin Bei took a drag of his cigarette and turned to look at him.
I found Lao Gao squatting on the curb, his hands wrapped around his knees, like a large dog that had been soaked by the rain.
He looked up at Lin Bei, the streetlights making his already dark face appear even darker.
"Old Lin... I just started dating and now I'm heartbroken."
Old Gao held the cigarette between his fingers, not smoking it, just letting it burn in the air.
"If I had known, I would have asked for Xiaomei's phone number earlier."
"No thanks." Lin Bei pouted. "Women from those glamorous places aren't someone a naive young boy like you can handle."
"If you want to date, wait until you go to college. Only someone of your caliber can handle that."
Lin Bei reached out and pulled Lao Gao up from the curb, then patted the dirt off his pants.
Old Gao stood up, but his emotions remained high. He kept muttering about how gentle Xiao Mei's technique was and how beautiful Xiao Mei's dimples were...
Lin Bei ignored him and the two disappeared around the street corner, one after the other.
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The next morning.
Lin Bei went to the bank.
He stood in front of the queuing machine, pressed a ticket, and there were more than a dozen people ahead of him.
The lobby was full of elderly men and women waiting to conduct their business.
The air conditioner was already set very low, but because there were so many people, there was still a faint smell of sweat mixed with the smell of newspaper ink in the air.
After waiting for almost twenty minutes, Lin Bei's number was finally called.
He handed his ID card and bank card through the small window: "I want to increase my daily transfer limit."
Behind the counter sat a female clerk in her early twenties, with a ponytail and light makeup.
She took Lin Bei's ID card, glanced at it, and then looked at him.
Then, he lowered his head and began operating the computer.
After clicking the mouse a few times, it suddenly stopped.
The female teller's gaze fell on a certain number on the screen, and her eyes widened slightly.
She immediately turned her head and glanced in the direction of the office inside.
"Sir, please wait a moment!"
The female clerk immediately stood up and quickly walked into the manager's office.
One minute later.
A middle-aged man wearing a dark blue suit and an employee badge pinned to his chest walked out of the office.
He walked up to Lin Bei, bent down slightly, and showed a gentle smile on his face.
"Sir, please come with me."
The middle-aged man led Lin Bei into the VIP room next door and personally poured him a cup of tea.
Then sit down opposite me and place your hands on the table with your arms crossed.
The VIP room was very quiet. Separated by a glass door, the calls for numbers and the voices of the elderly people outside could not be heard at all.
A decorative painting hangs on the wall, and a small pot of green ivy sits on the coffee table.
The middle-aged man smiled and looked at Lin Bei: "Hello, sir."
"I am the lobby manager. I will now assist you with your service."
Next, they began processing the credit limit increase for Lin Bei.
However, while operating the computer, the manager began to introduce the financial products in a casual tone.
"You might want to consider the 'Conservative Investment Fund' that our bank is promoting."
"Its annualized return is much higher than that of fixed deposits, and the risk is very low, making it very suitable for young clients like him to do asset allocation."
Lin Beize picked up the disposable paper cup, took a sip of water, and said, "I don't need it."
Undeterred by the situation, the manager switched to another product.
"This 'gold investment plan' preserves and increases value, and the recent gold price trend is quite good."
"No, I won't do it." Lin Bei refused again.
The manager changed again: "This 'participating insurance' will give you a fixed income every year after you pay for five years, which is equivalent to saving up a retirement fund for yourself."
Lin Bei placed the paper cup on the coffee table, his face already showing impatience.
"Didn't you hear me? I just said I'm not doing any financial management."
"Can you still process my application?"
"If it can't be done, replace it with someone else as soon as possible."