Mind reading, the emperor saw my fist hard

Chapter 214 The Troublemakers Are Coming

The figure who cursed, with messy clothes, and the smell of sweat on his body could suffocate people, and there was no flesh on his face. He bared his teeth and threatened the bank guards.

Following the man was another woman, who also had a fierce look on her face: "Right, right, right! Take it out quickly. If you don't take the money you earn home, what are you saving? Who knows what kind of black-hearted store you are."

"presumptuous!"

Ma Li shouted coldly.

"This women's bank was opened by several princesses and the Queen for the convenience of women. Who are you to dare to shout here?"

"Princess! Queen!"

The man who had a fierce look on his face just now shrank back. He didn't need a princess or a queen. Just a small clerk in the yamen could make a man like him obedient.

But·····

Thinking of the silver stored here, the man still stiffened his neck and said: "Even the princess and the queen can't take my silver."

"Your silver?"

Without asking the reason, Mary knew what was going on.

"We only accept women in our women's bank. How can you, a man, come to ask me for money?"

"My daughter's money is my money. There's nothing wrong with coming here."

How could a man give up his daughter's money just because of Ma Li's words?

"Of course there is something wrong. Your daughter's money is your daughter's, and yours is yours. Didn't your daughter tell you that our Women's Bank only recognizes the person who deposits the money?"

"Since it's your daughter's money, of course we can't give it to you."

The bank manager came out at this time and said to the man indifferently.

The bank manager was recruited by Xu Jinyu and her colleagues in Beijing, so he is an acquaintance.

Xue Zhenzhen, the confidant of Huang Ximu, the second son of Duke Zheng, is now engaged to Huang Ximu.

Duke Zheng didn't take Xu Jinyu's depression seriously at first, but when his son was locked up at home for three days, he hanged himself six times, hit his head against the wall three times, and cut his wrists five times...

Duke Zheng was frightened and went to ask Wei An for advice.

I learned from Wei An that depression can make people want to die, and they can't control their desire to die. It's not to force you to do anything, it's because they really want to die.

Duke Zheng backed off and no longer required his son to study hard. He also promised to propose marriage for his son. With Xue Zhenzhen's comfort, Huang Ximu was able to calm down and stop thinking about suicide.

When he heard that Princess Xu Jinyu and several other princesses were going to set up a women's bank, Duke Zheng immediately called his future daughter-in-law over.

Seeing that there is no hope for my son to make progress, I will let my daughter-in-law make progress!

Anyway, husband and wife are one body, and the resources that the wife gets after she becomes successful will be left to her children, and the children will not belong to their Huang family.

Otherwise, after a few generations, his son might become an ordinary citizen.

Duke Zheng racked his brains for his son's future.

Hearing what the bank manager said, the thin figure who had been lying on the ground raised his head. There was not a single good thing on his face, but he looked at the man with hatred on his face: "Why would I give you my money? You go gambling again, or you sell me like a sister when you lose."

"My sister was raised as a child bride. Her husband died young. My sister is now a laborer for that family. She is beaten and scolded at will. She lives worse than a dog. I want to save money to redeem my sister."

In response to his daughter's words, the man said impatiently: "Why redeem her? She will be too old to get married. It will just be a waste of food."

"It's better to waste food than to work like a slave. If it doesn't work out, you can work in a workshop like me. It's better than being a widow for the rest of your life."

"no!"

The man refused outright.

But the woman behind the man started to roll her eyes.

Anyway, this sister was redeemed by her younger sister, so they don’t have to spend any money. But if this sister earns money, then the money...

The woman quickly tugged at her husband's clothes and whispered, "Silver, silver!"

silver?

The man reacted after being reminded.

"Yes, your sister can also earn money for me, so I can have two taels of silver a month."

After hearing what her father said, the thin woman got up from the ground and looked at her father.

"Bah! You've already sold my sister once, and you still want the money she earns? You're dreaming. I'll ask her to deposit her money in this women's bank."

The man glanced at his daughter and said no more. He would talk about it later. The most important thing now was the money.

"Manager, are you going to give me this silver?"

Xue Zhenzhen had seen many parents who sucked blood from their children. She ignored him and just asked the thin woman softly, "Your name is You Niang, right? Do you want to withdraw money?"

You Niang shook her head: "No!"

"okay, I get it."

Xue Zhenzhen raised her head and said to Youniang's father, "No, our Women's Bank's purpose is to serve women. We only recognize people who deposit money. We won't recognize any relatives or friends of the depositors."

Seeing that the bank manager refused to give in, the man gave his wife a look.

The woman understood immediately, ran out of the bank in two or three steps, sat on the ground and started rolling around.

"God, please open your eyes. This bank actually swallowed our money."

"My daughter's hard-earned money was swallowed up by the bank!"

"What kind of women's bank is this? I think it's just a scam!"

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The woman rolled over in front of the bank door, crying and screaming.

The sun had just set and there were still many pedestrians on Zhuque Street. As soon as the woman opened her voice, people who were watching the fun gathered around her.

The people who gathered around first took a look at the woman who was making a scene. Not many people dared to make a scene on Zhuque Street.

The owners of the shops on this street are basically high-ranking officials and dignitaries.

Then I looked at what store it was.

Women's Bank.

What kind of store is this?