Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 348: I’ve Laid My Cards on the Table, I’m a Billionairess_1

Chapter 348: Chapter 348: I’ve Laid My Cards on the Table, I’m a Billionairess_1

In the office of the commercial bank manager.

Yang Meifeng was cracking sunflower seeds and gnawing on a duck neck, occasionally sipping her well-brewed top-grade Longjing tea—she felt as comfortable as one could imagine.

Just having to wait here for two hours made her a bit annoyed.

However, the thought of over a billion Yuan being deposited into her account in two hours was thrilling.

She glanced at the phone charging on the coffee table, which finally had 20% battery life—enough to turn it on.

Sure enough, as soon as she turned on her WeChat, there was Manager Wang and the others @ing her for mahjong again in the group chat.

She was about to message that she would join them later in the afternoon when Liu Chunling, who often played mahjong, spoke up.

"Manager Wang, I won’t be coming to play mahjong today. My daughter gave me a Clinique beauty salon card worth 58,000 Yuan. This afternoon, I am going to do an 5,888 Yuan essential oil back treatment."

When the ladies in the group chat saw the message about Liu’s 58,000 Yuan salon card, their eyes lit up one by one, and they sent over emoticons and messages.

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"Rich people, let’s be friends.gif"

"Liu jie, take me with you next time; I don’t need the essential oil treatment, just a few hundred bucks for head therapy would be great."

"Yeah, Liu jie, take us with you to experience it sometime."

Out of the nine-person group chat, seven were flattering her, even Manager Wang, the group owner, said she wouldn’t charge Liu for the table fee next time they played mahjong.

Liu was enjoying the feeling of being the center of attention, but noticed that her archenemy, Mei Feng, had yet to speak.

Both joined Manager Wang’s mahjong group last month, and both had fiery tempers, often clashing with each other during games.

Seeing that Mei Feng hadn’t said anything, Liu started to provoke her:

"@Beautiful Blue Phoenix, Xiao Yang, why aren’t you saying anything? Are you too embarrassed to speak? Don’t worry, just say a couple of nice words, and I’ll take you with me to Clinique to spend some cash."

"Of course, you won’t be able to afford the 5,888 essential oil treatment—you don’t have that kind of class."

Seeing the screen filled with compliments for Liu Chunling made Yang Meifeng’s blood boil.

Now that Liu was taunting her directly, she exploded, picking up her phone to send back a verbal lashing.

"Liu Chunling, who do you think you are? Asking me to say a few nice words—as if a 58,000 Yuan salon card is something to brag about."

"I’m laying my cards on the table—I’m rich now! A billionaire!"

"That salon called Clinique, right? In two hours, I’ll buy it outright and I’ll invite everyone in the group to enjoy free treatments there for a whole month!"

"As for you, Liu Chunling, bugger off to wherever you like!"

The group chat couldn’t wait to see Mei Feng’s response, all eager for the excitement.

But when they played the audio, they were stunned.

What? Mei Feng is rich now? A billionaire?

They thought she must be out of her mind.

Almost no one believed what Mei Feng said, but they kept their opinions to themselves, silently watching the two women quarrel.

True to their expectations, after Yang Meifeng’s message, Liu Chunling immediately sent her response:

"Yang Meifeng, look in the mirror at yourself. A billionaire? What have you got to call yourself a billionaire?"

"Buying Clinique to treat everyone? Do you even know the minimum charge there? It’s easily hundreds or thousands for one visit! Understand?"

"With your broke-ass appearance, if you could really treat us, I, Liu Chunling, would kneel down in public and sing ’Conquest’ for you!"

Yang Meifeng, gritting her teeth in anger, couldn’t be bothered with more words. She stood up, phone in hand, and began filming a video in Manager Chen’s office.

"Know where I am? The Bank Manager’s office at the Commercial Bank!"

"I’m not afraid to tell you all that in two hours—no, one and a half hours—I’ll have ten billion in my card! Ten whole billion!"

"Liu Chunling, what are you compared to me? You’re not even worth one of my toes!"

After speaking, she tossed her phone aside and took a large gulp of the premium Longjing tea, then turned to Chen, chiding him, "Xiao Chen! Can’t you call and hurry them up? Speed it up!"

"I’m getting calluses from sitting here!"

Manager Chen was helplessly indulgent, unable to offend such a VIP. He replied patiently, "Auntie, please wait a little longer. It should be deposited soon."

Thinking he was stalling, Mei Feng shouted, "Wait my ass! Hurry up and call them!"

"Or else, I’ll carelessly throw out a few million to break both of your legs!"

Chen, holding back his frustration, could only bow and scrape, saying, "Please wait a moment. I will call a friend at the head office and ask them to expedite it..."

"That’s more like it."

Watching Chen leave the office with his phone, Mei Feng nodded and settled back into the sofa with her legs propped up, resuming her snack on the duck neck.

Bored with eating, she picked up her phone to check the group chat, where a long string of voice messages was waiting for her; she didn’t need to listen to know they were from Liu Chunling, cursing her out.

Below were plenty of exclamations and emoticons, with several saying things like, "Mei Feng is rich now, don’t forget your sisters."

Mei Feng panicked inside—damn it, why did she let herself get carried away and share that video?

What if those broke sisters came to borrow money from her?

Realizing this, she hurriedly scrolled up and retracted the video and voice messages she had just sent.

Liu Chunling seemed to have noticed something and immediately sent a text message to the group:

"Oh, our group’s ten-billionaire suddenly goes silent and retracts her messages?"

"Do you look down on the sisters in our group?"

"Didn’t you say you were going to buy Clinique and invite us all for beauty treatments? Speak up, Yang the billionaire!"

Shaking with rage, Mei Feng grabbed her phone, ready to send back a scathing voice message.

"Clang..."

Just then, the door to the manager’s office was kicked open, and seven or eight uniformed police officers charged in, their pistols pointed straight at Mei Feng.

"Are you the one who just made the transaction with the Black Gold Card?!!"

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