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    A group of Donghuang Saints and Peeping Saints came to He'an Development Bank. They did not do any business and just sat in the lobby. The bank staff were so frightened that they almost did not call the police.

    "Do you think Yanshan can successfully obtain the loan?"

    "It should be possible, right?"

    "Hard to say."

    "Whatever, the results will be obtained soon anyway, but then again, it's been two hours since Yanshan went in, right? Why haven't you come out yet?"

    "What's the rush? Just wait!"

    "It's not that I'm anxious, it's time for the bank to close!"

    The saints of the Eastern Wasteland and the Peeping Saint Dao were communicating in low voices.

    "Ding!" The bank's off-duty bell rang, and several sturdy bank security guards came over, with friendly expressions on their sinister faces, "Everyone, we are off work. If you want to handle business, please come back tomorrow."

    "We don't handle business." A tall and straight Peeping Saint Dao replied.

    The bank security guard had been paying attention to them for a long time. Of course he knew that they were not doing business, so he still said politely, "Everyone, whether you are doing business or not, we have to get off work. If you have anything to do, can you come back tomorrow?"

    Standing tall and looking at the bank security guard, he slowly shook his head, "No."

    The bank security guard¡¯s face paused, a fire of anger burning in his body, but his words were cold, ¡°Everyone, don¡¯t make it difficult for us.¡±

    The tall and tall Peeping Saint Dao raised his eyebrows slightly, "So what if I make it difficult for you?"

    Although Ting Li Piao Sheng Dao did not dare to easily provoke He An, he was not to the point where he would not dare to speak even if he was threatened by a bank security guard.

    "If you don't leave, then we can only evict you by force." The bank security guard said.

    "Forced expulsion?" Tingba Piaoshengdao sneered, "Come on! If you dare to touch my finger, I will call the police. Do you believe it?! I will make you lose your job, I will make you bankrupt!"

    The bank security guard looked blank again, and after a while, he started to call the police, "Hey, Public Security Committee? Someone is making trouble in the bank!"

    "What identity?"

    "Let me take a look."

    "There are thirteen saints in the Eastern Wasteland and six saints."

    "What's the trouble?"

    "They occupied the rest area and refused to leave, which seriously affected our get off work. Please send someone quickly."

    Hearing the alarm from the bank security guard, Tingzhao Piaoshengdao was a little nervous. This kind of nervousness was not the nervousness of fear, but the nervousness of worry. If the Public Security Committee was involved, he would either leave with the Public Security Committee or directly break his skin.  Either way is not conducive to their purpose here.

    So, Ting Li Piao Sheng Dao said, "Fellow Taoist, I think everything can be discussed."

    "How to discuss?" the bank security guard asked.

    "We can rent your rest area for a fee."

    "Sorry, our rest area is not available for rent." The bank security guard said.

    Standing straight, Peeping Saint Dao looked at the bank security guard and said with a smile, "Fellow Taoist, you are still too young. Everything in this world has a price. Please come over with your energy."

    The bank security guard frowned, but finally nodded and contacted the manager.

    Soon, the bank manager appeared.

    The bank manager was a carbon man with slightly dark skin. He looked at the tall and tall Peeping Saint and said politely, "What do you call me, fellow Taoist? What advice can you give us to develop the bank?"

    "I'm Meng Ting. I can't give you any advice. I just want to discuss some business with your bank." Peeping Saint Dao, who called himself Meng Ting, looked at the bank manager and said.

    The bank manager smiled and said, "I wonder what kind of business your friend wants to discuss with us?"

    Meng Ting also smiled and said, "We want to rent your rest area. I wonder if we can negotiate this business?"

    "Of course we can talk." The bank manager said without hesitation.

    Meng Ting glanced at the security guard who had just spoken to him, and then said to the bank manager, "Then ask the manager to give you a price. As long as the price is right, I will never talk back!"

    These words made the anger in him suddenly burst out.

    Meng Ting does have the courage to be brave. After all, there are six saints and twelve saints standing behind him!  Is it possible to rent a rest area?

    "To say anything back is disrespectful of one's capital."

    After a while.

    Meng Ting looked at the bank manager with wide eyes, "Are you trying to steal money?"

    The bank manager shook his head, "No."

    Meng Ting shouted, "The price you want is enough to rent eighteen luxurious courtyards for you and An for a thousand years! This is not called robbing money.", when I succeed in breaking through the situation, we can drink and have fun again.  "

    Everyone was very dissatisfied with Yanshan's answer.

    But Yanshan left with determination and ignored everyone.

    "Yanshan, do you really think you can break through the realm successfully?" Yanshan's attitude made a saint extremely angry, and he spoke like ice and snow.

    Yanshan felt a chill in his heart, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.

    But Yanshan was not too afraid. He said solemnly to the saint, "Sage Zhang Zhen, do you want to cut off my future?"

    Sage Zhang Zhen was speechless and just looked at Yanshan coldly.

    Yanshan was still not too scared. Just when everyone was marveling at Yanshan's courage, a team of Public Security Committee troops roared over. Meng Ting hurriedly stepped forward, "Comrades from the Public Security Committee, the bank has withdrawn the report. It's a misunderstanding. It's all a misunderstanding.  "

    The leading security guard from the Public Security Committee spoke politely to Meng Ting, and led the people to rush directly to Yanshan. He stood at attention and saluted Yanshan, "Dignity Yanshan, we have been ordered to take you to the secret room of the Public Security Committee for seclusion!"

    Yanshan nodded slowly, "Thank you for your hard work."

    The leading security guard from the Public Security Committee said loudly, "It's not hard, distinguished guest, please come!"

    Yanshan nodded slowly again, but this time he was not talking to the leading Security Committee security guard, but to Sage Zhang Zhen, "Sage, I have another message for you. After the Development Bank loan is successful, you can apply for the Security Committee's retreat room.  Then the entire Public Security Committee will protect you!"

    The veins on Saint Zhang Zhen¡¯s forehead were clearly visible, and he looked at Yanshan as if he wanted to devour him.

    Yan Shan ignored him and followed the Public Security Committee team to leave.

    Sage Zhang Zhen couldn't help but say, "Yanshan, do you really believe that He'an has such good intentions? Don't they understand the principle of raising tigers to cause trouble?" (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com
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