Chapter 432: Selling Arms
Chapter 432: Selling Arms
Feng Biao is a man who has seen the world.
Feng Biao was also a person who had seen a lot of money, but he had a lack of concept of money before, because he had never seen cash and had never enjoyed the treatment of rich people.
Gao Yi always transferred the money directly. To use a very clichéd phrase, Feng Biao only knew that there was a line of cold numbers lying in his bank account.
It's different now.
Now the feeling that money brings has become concrete.
The president of a branch may not seem like a big shot, but Feng Biao dared to guarantee that in his previous normal life, it was absolutely impossible for him to know a branch president, let alone have a president come to his door in person to handle business for him.
Twenty million US dollars arrived in less than a minute. Is this difficult?
Most importantly, it’s only 20 million dollars. Is it worth being surprised or excited about?
It should be something to be excited about, or even terrified about.
Feng Biao's mother looked at her son with shocked and helpless eyes. At the moment, she did not feel happy or joyful, but only confused, shocked and puzzled.
Feng Biao's father stood beside the sofa with his mouth open, side by side with the bank president's assistant. He wanted to ask more questions several times but didn't dare to speak.
President Ma was also shocked because he was familiar with the banking business. It was precisely because of this familiarity that he was surprised at how the money that had just been transferred by a foreign bank over the phone in English could be deposited into his branch's account so quickly.
Unreasonable, completely unreasonable.
But what is even more unreasonable is that the supervisory unit and the boss just give an address and some information, and ask him to prepare a blank card and then visit the person in person to do business.
It's irrational to the point of being weird.
Even though President Ma knew clearly that he shouldn't doubt all this, he still asked inexplicably, "Is it true?"
As soon as he said this, President Ma knew he had made a big mistake, but he still had some skills to become the branch president.
Try to make amends frantically and change your words quickly.
President Ma said in surprise, "Is the head office moving so fast? It's because Mr. Feng has face. You don't know that our head office is so slow in handling foreign exchange. Today should be a special case. Look, the speed is amazing!"
In order to make up for what he blurted out, Governor Ma had to flatter his superior.
However, Governor Ma never dreamed that his flattery would hit the truth.
Feng Biao sighed lightly, and said calmly: "Oh, that should be it, well, this... makes me want to save more."
President Ma opened his mouth slightly and blinked.
"Huh? That's great! We welcome you, Mr. Feng."
Feng Biao's father finally found an opportunity to interrupt. He still looked puzzled and asked, "How much? How much was the 100 million you said just now?"
"One hundred and thirty-six million RMB, with an annual interest rate of 3.5%. The principal can be withdrawn at any time, and the interest will be paid monthly to Mr. Feng's family card."
Feng Biao's father suddenly asked, "What about the password? You didn't tell me the password, and you didn't set a password, right?"
Feng Biao looked at his father and found that his father did say something useful.
Feng Biao said calmly: "Let my mother set a password."
The assistant president immediately went to Feng Biao's mother with a machine that looked like a POS machine but was not a POS machine.
With a professional smile on his face, his words were full of affection: "Ms. Ye, you really have a good son. Please set a password."
Ye Guiying, Feng Biao's mother, did not enter the password, but looked at Feng Biao with a confused look on her face and said, "This... don't we have to go to the bank?"
Feng Guoqiang, Feng Biao's father, said anxiously, "Why go to a bank? If they ask you to set a password, just enter one. If not, let me do it. Let me do it."
The assistant president turned her body slightly and then looked at Feng Biao.
Feng Biao said without hesitation: "From now on, only my mother can withdraw money."
Feng Guoqiang subconsciously said: "Who goes to the bank to withdraw money now? Everyone uses their mobile phones."
President Ma was anxious. He smiled warmly at Feng Biao and said, "Mr. Feng, you said you wanted to save more money? The interest rate is negotiable. Besides... Auntie's card is VIP. It would be nice to go to the bank whenever she has nothing to do. We'll send someone to deliver rice, flour, oil and other things to Auntie and her family."
President Ma is a shrewd man. He knows that there is no need to discuss the interest with Feng Biao at this time. All he has to do is to serve the two elderly people well.
The personal task for the whole year was completed in one go, and President Ma can come in person to deliver gifts during the holidays in the future.
Feng Guoqiang suddenly asked: "Son, do you have 100 million?"
Feng Biao nodded.
Ye Guiying said with a worried look on her face: "This money..."
Feng Guoqiang said at the right time: "It's not public funds, right?" "Of course not, this is the money I earned from my business."
Feng Biao was still very calm. His mother was still a little worried because she couldn't believe it, but his father lived up to everyone's expectations and said, "Is there any problem with where you got this money? Why do I feel uneasy? How can you make so much money? Can you do business..."
Feng Biao rolled his eyes at his father and said, "Is it okay to make money from selling arms?"
Feng Guoqiang was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously turned his head to look at President Ma. He found that President Ma was still smiling and eagerly waiting for him to finish speaking. Suddenly, he couldn't help but said, "Selling arms...Okay, selling arms is fine, as long as it's not drug trafficking."
Feng Biao almost vomited blood. President Ma couldn't help but said, "Uncle, you are joking. Mr. Feng, this money is... specially requested by the higher-ups. We want to provide convenience for returning overseas Chinese. If the money doesn't come from a legitimate source, how can it work?"
Governor Ma decided to take over the topic because he realized that if he continued to let Feng Guoqiang interfere, his plan to attract deposits might be ruined.
"Mr. Feng, you have given such great support to our branch, we have to show some appreciation. I wonder if you have time tonight. The seafood restaurant near us is pretty good."
President Ma spoke calmly and quickly. He was afraid that Feng Guoqiang would interrupt him again, so he continued, "I know you want to have a family reunion dinner. I have reserved this room for you. This is just a small token of our appreciation."
Invite people to dinner, but people don't have to be present so as not to disturb Feng Biao's family reunion.
Sensible, considerate, nice.
Now it is not a question of money, but a question of face. Feng Biao enjoys it very much. He thinks President Ma is good, very good.
"Thank you, President Ma."
Feng Biao is very good at providing emotional value to others, but now, the feeling of being chased and photographed makes him feel very comfortable.
"Of course, of course. When Mr. Feng is not busy and has a good rest, I will treat him to a few drinks."
Feng Guoqiang couldn't help but whispered, "Are you talking about Kaiyun Restaurant? How much is the mantis shrimp there? Are they big? Let me tell you, this mantis shrimp is much better than that big lobster, really! Lobster meat is too coarse! And the king crab, that's no good, it's not delicious, we still have to..."
Feng Biao couldn't help but said to his father, "Dad, can't you see we are talking about serious matters? Can you please hold it in for a while? Please!"
If it were in the past, Feng Guoqiang would have been furious, and would have gotten mad at Feng Biao regardless of the time and place, scolding him until he had demonstrated his status as the head of the family.
But now, Feng Guoqiang didn't know why. He had a lot of things to say in his mind, but he was holding his mouth shut and no sound came out.
Feng Biao could finally talk to President Ma.
"President Ma, I just came back and I'm not familiar with many places. I want to ask if there are any nice or big houses near my home?"
President Ma immediately said, "That's great. It's a newly developed property nearby. The developer has a very good relationship with me. The house is of very good quality. The large flat is 220 square meters... a little small. The largest is 350 square meters. This kind of house is very rare. But I told the boss directly that not only is there a ready-made house, but I also asked him to give me a discount!"
Feng Biao thought for a moment and said, "I want a villa."
"Villa...Yes! It's a little far from here. There are no villas in the newly developed buildings, but I can look for it for you. Is there a brand new, second-hand, unrenovated villa? I'll ask for you."
Ye Guilan said timidly: "No villa, it's too big and I can't clean it. Son... do we really want to buy a house?"
Feng Biao said in a filial manner, "Of course. How can we live in such a small house? Mom, don't worry about it. It doesn't matter if the villa is bigger. There are servants... Oh, there is a nanny."
Feng Guoqiang said cautiously: "Then I don't want a villa. The villas here are all remote and unpopular."
Feng Biao looked at President Ma and said, "Then let's get both a large flat and a villa. Please keep them in mind for me."
"No problem. I know the developer and I also know someone who deals with second-hand houses. I'll give you the contact right away and I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
Feng Biao looked at his father. His father looked at him expectantly and whispered, "Car! There's still a car!"
"Well, let's buy two cars first, but I won't bother you with this, President Ma."
President Ma laughed and said, "No! No! How can this be a problem? I am familiar with all the 4S stores here, big and small. Our bank also provides car loans. I dare not say anything else. You have to ask them to give you the lowest price for the car you want to buy, right? What kind of car do you want to see? There are many parallel imports of luxury cars. If you need it, everything is easy to talk about."
Feng Guoqiang said cautiously: "Highlander."
Looking at Ye Guilan, Feng Guoqiang continued, "I want to take your mother to Inner Mongolia by car. I have wanted to go there for a long time. I think the Highlander is good. It is a good car. It is durable and fuel-efficient..."
Feng Biao shook his head and said, "Okay, I'll take them to the store later. President Ma, thank you for making this trip."
President Ma said quickly, "It's not a bother, it's our job. Mr. Feng, we won't bother you anymore. If you have any business needs in the future, please feel free to call me. I'm on call 24 hours a day."
President Ma left a business card and left with his assistant.
Feng Biao's family of three were really furious at this time.
Feng Guoqiang sat on the sofa and let out a long breath. Then he suddenly said, "If you don't want to buy Highlander... do you want to buy Prado?"
(End of this chapter)