Chapter 2

"Mr. Xie, that's right."

When Xie Qian read the document, Tang Jun's voice also sounded: "this is a property transfer agreement. As long as you sign your name on the back, the legacy of Mr. Qian Zhengshan will belong to you."

Qian Zhengshan is a well-known boss in the county. He has a hairy wife. Unfortunately, he passed away last summer and had no children.

Originally, boss Qian intended to set up a charity fund in his own name after his death, but at the last moment of his death, he decided to transfer all his property to a person named Xie Qian.

Well, your money, you're willful.

But for Xie Qian, as a lawyer, Tang Jun has never heard of him, and he doesn't know where he came from.

Fortunately, the county is not big, so we found it soon.

Unexpectedly, the information shows that Xie Qian is a poor loser.

There are tens of thousands of people like this in the whole county.

"Is it an illegitimate child?"

Tang Jun is full of doubts.

After taking a deep breath, Xie Qian tries to keep himself calm. Then he pinches his lower thigh hard. Only when he feels the pain can he believe that this is not a dream.

"What's the matter with you, Mr. Xie?"

Tang Jun does not understand why Xie Qian has such a move.

Of course, he didn't know that Xie Qian's shock was no less than his.

Qian Zhengshan and Xie Qian really don't know each other, but they've only heard a little about it.

Not only that, even for three generations, it has nothing to do with him.

And now I can inherit this legacy out of thin air, which must have been given by the owner of the cold voice just now.

From this moment on, he realized that the owner of the voice was awesome!

When he thought of becoming a real rich man from a poor loser, Xie Qian's feeling was not only excited, but also untrue.

"Nothing, nothing."

For fear of what will happen next second, Xie Qian quickly signed his name at the signing place.

While Tang Jun was looking at the documents, Xie Qian hesitated and asked, "that... Excuse me, lawyer Tang, how much money can I use now?"

Tang Jun put the contract into the document bag, calculated the next time, and said, "according to the terms of the agreement, after the contract comes into effect, all the funds of Mr. Qian will belong to you. If you estimate conservatively, it will be about 10 million."

"Ten, ten million!"

Xie Qian exclaimed.

"Yes."

Tang Jun nodded: "at present, there are only so many. If you want more money, you can only sell off some real estate of Mr. Qian. The market value is about 27 million to 30 million. If the house price is still..."

As for the following words, Xie Qian did not pay attention to them and interrupted: "when will the contract come into effect?"

"It will take two working days at the fastest." Tang Jun replied.

Xie Qian frowned slightly and said to himself, "is there any way I can use that ten million now?"

"Mr. Xie, there's really no way. Even if it's overtime, many procedures have to wait for the relevant departments to go to work."

Tang Jun thought, how can this guy be so impatient? He has signed all the contracts and can't get away with the money.

Unless Qian Zhengshan comes back from the dead, it is impossible.

As everyone knows, Xie Qian's words are actually speaking to the cold voice.

"Ten million is on your card."

Sure enough!

After a few seconds of waiting, the cold voice sounded again.

Although the voice is cold, it is like the sound of nature to Xie Qian at this moment.

"Do you have a car?"

Xie Qian took a deep breath and looked at Tang Jun.

"Yes."

Tang Jun said, pointing to a black Passat not far away.

"All right." Xie Qian said, "please take me to the Agricultural Bank of China on the East Street."

"No problem." Tang Jun nodded.

"Wait a minute."

Just about to get on the bus, Xie Qian suddenly spoke.

He took out a mobile phone of more than 1000 yuan from his pocket and hit it heavily on the curb of the horse. He said angrily: "cool! That's what the hell was going to do! "

Looking at Xie Qian, who smashed his mobile phone in anger, Tang Jun couldn't laugh or cry.

But he didn't say anything. In terms of Xie Qian's current status, let alone a mobile phone, even if it's ten or twenty, you don't need to frown.

As for the reason for smashing the mobile phone, he is only the lawyer of Qian Zhengshan's estate transfer. He will not ask more questions that have nothing to do with this matter.

……

Ten minutes later, he came to the gate of the agricultural bank designated by Xie Qian.

"You wait for me."

"Yes, Mr. Xie."

Xie Qian walked into the gate of ABC and went straight to an empty window: "I withdraw money."

"I'm sorry, sir. If you want to handle business, you need to get a number and line up."

Female teller looked up at Xie Qian, in line with the code of professional ethics, or patient explanation.

But I've been upset for a long time: where do you come from? You don't even know the basic knowledge.

"Do I have to line up for a million?" Xie Qian asked lightly.

"One or a million?"

The female teller opened her eyes wide and looked up and down at Xie Qian in disbelief.

Not only she, but also other customers in the bank didn't see that Xie Qian was like the owner of millions of deposits.

Although Xie Qian wore a suit because he was going to meet his bride today, he knew it was a local stall.

Moreover, for the relatively poor Yangqu County, there are only a few people who can take millions at a time, and each of them can be named.

Xie Qian is obviously not among them.

"Woodlouse and nouveau riche are only one word, but they are miles away."

"It's more than thousands of miles. It's just one day and one place. It's the result of two worlds."

"Look at what he's wearing. There's still a million dollars on his stall. I think it's good to have 10000 yuan on his card."

……

In the face of those disdainful voices in the bank, the female teller frowned slightly: "sorry, sir, the bank has a banking system. If you really want to withdraw one million, please make an appointment in advance."

"OK, next..."

Without waiting for the teller to shout, Xie Qian interrupted directly: "if I have to pick it up today?"

Xie Qian is not a person who likes to force others into difficulties.

The reason why he chose this bank is that not long ago, he saw with his own eyes that someone had taken away a million without an appointment.

Everyone else can do it. Why can't we get here?

"What's the matter?"

Just when the female teller was a little angry and was ready to call the security guard, the manager on duty just came to inspect her.

He first looked at Xie Qian, and then asked the woman teller.

"I want to take a million, she said no, I have to make an appointment."

Without waiting for the teller to explain, Xie Qian took the lead.

Appointment is originally the system of the bank. There is nothing wrong with it, but the manager on duty obviously does not pay attention to it.

"You mean you want a million?"

"This is my card."

Xie Qian was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he simply lost his bank card.

The manager on duty hesitated and asked the teller to check the balance on Xie Qian's card.

Next second.

The manager on duty rubbed his hands and came out from the backstage. He said politely:

"Hello, Mr. Xie. My surname is ma. I'm the manager here. If you want to take one million, please follow me to the VIP room."

The gap between the front and the back surprised those who mocked Xie Qian just now.

Is this guy a million?

About half an hour later, Xie Qian walked out of the bank happily with a bad cigarette in his mouth and a travel bag in his hand.

"What is this?"

Tang Jun see Xie Qian hand more than a travel bag, surprised asked.

"A million." Xie Qian casually replied, and then said the next goal: "to the Su family."