Return to the City: The Strongest King-Chapter 1935 - 1831: Headache (5)

Capítulo 1935: Chapter 1831: Headache (5)

However, these small bosses’ understanding of Song Xiaodong has reached a higher level. While holding half of Minghe’s assets, his wealth is substantial, yet he doesn’t have the power to challenge Ruitu United Bank. But when Zhang Dongfang saw the White Card Song Xiaodong presented, his expression grew notably stern, showing that even the bank manager’s son-in-law is somewhat wary of Song Xiaodong! 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

“Then let’s cut the crap and bring the card machine.” Song Xiaodong wasn’t in the mood to banter with Zhang Dongfang.

The host asked the staff to bring a card machine.

“Wait a moment!” Song Xiaodong suddenly had an idea and said to Zhang Dongfang.

“What, are you scared?” Zhang Dongfang began to hope the other party wouldn’t be so stubborn, causing a lose-lose situation, benefiting the seller and losing a lot.

“Ridiculous, ask these bosses down there, is there anyone in Minghe that I fear?” Song Xiaodong glanced at the audience, and no one dared to make a sound.

“So what do you want to do?” Zhang Dongfang asked Song Xiaodong.

“You just verified my card, now, shouldn’t I verify yours?” Song Xiaodong tilted his head to study Zhang Dongfang.

“Ridiculous, would my father-in-law give me a fake card? You don’t have money and just want to play tricks!” Zhang Dongfang mocked Song Xiaodong.

“Mr. Zhang, I let you verify my card, if your card is real, letting me verify won’t make it fake!” Song Xiaodong smiled while looking at Zhang Dongfang.

“Waste of time, I think you’re just out of money and trying to delay.” Zhang Dongfang was unwilling, but had no reason not to let Song Xiaodong verify, so he handed over the card.

Song Xiaodong received the card and started calling.

“Hello? Manager Zhang? It’s like this, I’m checking this card, the card number is *********, this is a real card, right?” Song Xiaodong spoke in Chinese.

“Mr. Song, are you putting on a show for us here? You’re calling Swiss United Bank and speaking in Chinese?” Zhang Dongfang mocked Song Xiaodong.

What Zhang Dongfang didn’t know was that the entire Swiss United Bank had one manager who spoke Chinese, named Zhang Laifu. He was a Ruitu person but had a great relationship with Song Xiaodong, hence Song Xiaodong gave him the Chinese name Laifu, which Zhang Laifu liked very much.

This Zhang Laifu was Song Xiaodong’s personal client representative, serving only him.

“Oh, this card is indeed real, oh, I see, thank you very much.” Song Xiaodong hung up the phone and returned the card to Zhang Dongfang.

“Hmph, you think I’m deceiving you? Never seen anything, the Black Card is only for family members.” Zhang Dongfang continued to sneer at Song Xiaodong.

“Hmph, the White Card is for your uncle-in-law.” Song Xiaodong sneered slightly, not responding further.

Song Xiaodong then swiped the card, pressed 1, and then held down the 0 key without releasing, causing the card machine’s electronic screen to rapidly display a row of zeros.

“Xiaodong!” Chu Xianling watched the scenario with some tension, reaching out to pull his arm.

“It’s fine.”

The bosses below the stage were stunned; many couldn’t contain their curiosity and walked directly onto the stage to watch.

“This Song Xiaodong is truly crazy; no matter how much money he has, he can’t withstand spending like this!”

“Does he really have that much money?”

“He’s gambling his entire fortune against this overseas Chinese!”

“Just a few quarrels, is it worth fighting so hard over?”

“How many zeros are there now?”

“No idea.”

The card machine kept emitting the mechanical female voice, “Zero, zero, zero, zero.”

After a while, the zeros on the machine’s screen finally stopped moving, no longer making any sound, having reached the card machine’s maximum capacity.

“I’ll pay this amount.” Song Xiaodong calmly raised his head, looking at Zhang Dongfang.

Zhang Dongfang never dreamed he’d encounter such a reckless person in Minghe. The problem was, the money spent using Song Xiaodong’s card wasn’t his, but his father-in-law’s. The Ruitu people are incredibly shrewd; if his father-in-law found out, he couldn’t imagine how much scolding he’d receive, not to mention the potential impact on his wife’s status as a family heir.

“What’s the total amount?” People on stage crowded closer to see the card machine, its electronic screen filled with zeros, the initial 1 pushed out of sight.

“No idea, the host went to call the accountants.”

“What’s this about, Mr. Song risking his entire fortune against the bank manager’s son-in-law…”