Chapter 68 We Are All Chasers of the Wind

After thinking it over, everyone realized that made sense.

After a moment’s silence, Chai Jin asked, “Brother, do you have the bank manager’s number?”

Cai Weiqiang had already anticipated this and pulled a handful of business cards from his pocket.

“This one’s the branch manager of Huaxia Bank, Jing’an branch.”

“This one, Zhonghai Bank, Labor Road branch…”

Chai Jin casually picked one and dialed, not even checking the title on the card.

A young woman answered—it was the nearest Huaxia Bank branch.

Once connected, Chai Jin spoke directly: “I have a hundred million in cash that needs to be deposited. Please send some people over to escort it.”

“What?” The woman on the other end was startled. After a brief silence, her tone turned rather unfriendly: “Where did you get my number?”

“Is this supposed to be funny?”

“Trying to find new ways to call me? I don’t care who you are, stop using these boring pickup tricks on me. Don’t you know how sick I am of you all?”

She hung up with a sharp click.

Chai Jin stared at Cai Weiqiang in the car. “Brother, your connections don’t seem so reliable. Where did you get these cards?”

“Let me see?” Cai Weiqiang, feeling embarrassed, took the card back and looked at it. “Ah, it’s Xiaohong. What, she didn’t give you any respect on the phone?”

“She’s a rather hefty woman. I remember, we were drinking with their manager, she insisted I take her card.”

Chai Jin shook his head. “She thought I was harassing her and didn’t take me seriously.”

“Harass her? Where does she get that confidence? In her whole life, would she ever be flattered by such attention?”

Cai Weiqiang was annoyed, mostly because he’d lost face.

“Hold on, let me find the manager’s number.”

He started rummaging through his stack of business cards.

In 1992, if you showed up at a bank with over a hundred million in cash, they’d definitely investigate your family history back eighteen generations. If things went poorly, they might even call the police. Banks at that time were still very conservative; many services weren’t freely available. You had to find someone inside first, then bring the money in. That would save a lot of trouble.

After searching for a while, Cai Weiqiang finally found the branch manager’s number.

The moment the call connected, he spoke bluntly: “Manager Qi, what’s going on at your branch?”

“A friend of mine wants to make a deposit, and your people are giving him a hard time?”

…

He chewed the manager out for over ten minutes before hanging up.

Then they drove to the bank—just around the corner.

As soon as the car entered the bank’s back courtyard, Manager Qi, leading his staff, hurried out as if facing a great threat. The entire security team mobilized, sealing off the courtyard.

When the car door opened, even the bank staff, who dealt with money their whole lives, were stunned.

A car packed with cash!

A hundred million—it was 1.5 tons!

Just hauled in a single car, the visual impact was overwhelming.

Manager Qi was in an excellent mood. Banks had deposit quotas to meet, and this deposit would surpass their entire annual target. After all, they were just a small branch; the quota couldn’t be too high.

He hurried over to Cai Weiqiang and offered his hand. “Mr. Cai, if you have business with the bank, just call me directly. Why ring my staff?”

“They were being difficult.”

Cai Weiqiang snorted. “Hurry up and count it. Let’s get this done.”

“The real client is my brother. His name is Chai Jin.”

Chai Jin didn’t put on airs and shook hands at once. “Hello, Manager Qi.”

Manager Qi hesitated for a second—Chai Jin was so young, it was hard to believe a man under twenty could own so much money. It took him a while to respond: “Hello, Mr. Chai. Please, come inside.”

He led Chai Jin and the others into the bank.

As for the cash outside, Liu Qingwen and Fang Yi would supervise the counting on-site.

However, as Chai Jin passed by a chubby young woman, he suddenly stopped.

She flinched in fear, lowering her head and not daring to speak.

It was clear she’d been the one to answer the first call.

Chai Jin sized her up. “Just a bit overweight. If you lost a few dozen pounds, you’d be quite a pretty girl.”

“And I didn’t harass you, did I?”

Her smile was more painful than tears. “Boss, you must be joking.”

“Who would believe someone would drive around the city with a hundred million in cash?”

“It’s such an uncanny thing, and I actually ran into it.”

She trailed off, falling silent.

Chai Jin smiled, not making things difficult for her, and entered the bank.

…

Over three hours later, a bankbook was handed to Chai Jin.

The string of zeros on the page looked grand and imposing.

Chai Jin, however, calmly slipped the bankbook into his pocket.

Then, together with Fang Yi and Liu Qingwen, he left the bank.

At the entrance, Liu Qingwen, as previously agreed, distributed thick wads of cash—two thousand each—to Gang’s men.

Did any of Gang’s men feel tempted, faced with a car full of cash?

Of course, but none dared entertain any other ideas.

They knew if anyone tried anything, Gang wouldn’t let a single one of them off.

And if Gang wouldn’t let them go, that meant Old Master Zhang of Zhonghai Beach wouldn’t either.

What kind of end did people marked by Old Master Zhang meet?

Don’t be fooled by that old man’s habit of poking his satellite phone antenna at people’s noses all day—once he was angry, it was like the earth shaking.

After they left, Chai Jin and the rest got into Cai Weiqiang’s car.

Cai Weiqiang had also just sold off his entire stash of two thousand purchase certificates, and though excited, he couldn’t help but feel a vague melancholy as he gazed out at the street.

Lighting a cigarette, he let out a long sigh. “Leaving this city… it’s hard not to feel a little uneasy. Chai Jin, your brother here is actually a very sentimental man.”

He assumed a posture reminiscent of a sorrowful farewell, gazing sadly out the window.

Liu Qingwen and Fang Yi, sitting in the back, couldn’t help but find his demeanor absurdly comical.

It was hard not to laugh.

Chai Jin shot them a glare, then said, “It’s not exactly wandering, is it?”

“Let’s cash out of the black market as soon as possible, pull out of Zhonghai, and head south together.”

“The great surge of wealth is about to sweep through the south, and we’re all chasing the wind.”

Cai Weiqiang paused, flicking his cigarette butt away. “You put that perfectly. Yes, we’re all wind-chasers.”

“Wherever there’s money to be made, that’s where we’ll go!”

As he started the car, he asked, “Should we head to my place or somewhere else?”

Chai Jin shook his head, smiling. “No, just drop us off at the alley. The old man there has cooked a few dishes for us. Let’s go have a drink together.”

“Alright.” Cai Weiqiang laughed heartily, turned the wheel, and drove away from the bank’s entrance.