Chapter 478: Wang Yun’s Gift!

The crowd had grown even larger by now. It was almost time for Xiao Gang to head up for the ceremony.

“Let’s move this along,” Wang Yun urged coolly.

Zhuzi took the bank card and gave it a little shake in his hand, playing it up for the audience. Then, with a smug flourish, he placed it against the POS machine’s magnetic reader.

“Alright, enter the password.” He arched a brow at Wang Yun.

“There’s no password,” Wang Yun replied.

“Huh?”

Zhuzi blinked, then burst into laughter.

“I’ve only seen that kind of stuff on TV, people claiming their card has no limit, no password. And now I’m seeing it in real life? That’s rich. A card with two million and no password? Come on, man. Hahaha!”

He cracked the joke right out loud.

A few of his buddies nearby chuckled and shook their heads—not mockingly, but with a kind of dismissive amusement.

To them, Wang Yun was acting like a total clown.

The older onlookers, especially the village elders, all shook their heads too. As far as they were concerned, this was nothing more than childish nonsense.

Even Mao Liang’s father came forward and gave his son a tug, signaling with his eyes, Enough already. Let it go.

But Xiao Gang slapped his father’s hand away again, face dark and stormy. He was waiting—waiting for the moment these idiots got slapped in the face.

“Alright, no password it is,” Zhuzi said, his excitement barely contained. “Loading it up, boys!”

Clearly hyped, he wouldn’t stop running his mouth like an old woman nagging endlessly, long-winded and foul.

Beep!

Three seconds later, the screen flashed: transaction loaded.

“Okay, here we go. Account balance—”

“…”

The smug grin froze on Zhuzi’s face.

He stared at the screen, eyes wide, expression stiffening, exactly like Xiao Long’s earlier.

“What is it? Let me see, how much is it?”

“There’s no way it’s actually two million, right? Hahaha…”

“Come on, let me see too!”

Xiao Long and his friends snatched the machine.

And one by one, their smiles dropped. In fact, Xiao Long had been feeling uneasy for a while now, and now that gut feeling hit full force.

“Shit!”

The national treasure of all Chinese interjections was blurted out by one of Xiao Long’s stunned friends.

“One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand… It’s really… It’s really two million!”

Another one shouted in disbelief.

The moment those two voices rang out, the surrounding crowd exploded with shock.

“What?! There’s actually two million?! You’re kidding!”

“No joke! That machine’s just like the one at the bank; it shows the real balance. Holy hell, there really is that much!”

“Good lord, someone pinch me! Am I dreaming?!”

“Dream all you want, you’re still not getting a dime of that money!”

“Mao Liang’s family just hit the jackpot! Two million in gift money. Two whole million!”

“What’s the point? It’s gift money. They’ll just give it back when the other guy gets married.”

“Oh, come on—don’t be so narrow-minded! Just stick that two million in the bank and it’ll earn a hundred grand in interest every year! Who the hell would still bother farming?!”

The villagers were practically bouncing with excitement.

Each one of them acting like they were the ones getting married. Especially that auntie who tried to set Old Hu up with someone—her eyes were practically glued to Wang Yun now, completely ignoring the fact that Xiao Yanran was standing right beside him.

Her morals followed her senses—

Her senses followed the money.

For a guy this rich, what were two or three girlfriends, really?

“All done gawking?”

Wang Yun saw the embarrassment slowly rise to their faces and calmly snatched the bank card back from Zhuzi’s hands.

He gave them a cold glance.

“Write it down. Me, Wang Yun—two million yuan.”

His voice was calm as he tossed the card onto the bookkeeping table.

The two bookkeepers looked at each other, stunned.

The ashes from their cigarettes trembled off and singed a hole into the ledger, and they didn’t even notice.

“Oh, and them, those four. Twenty thousand apiece. You guys do have that much, right?”

Wang Yun turned his head and gave them a mocking smile.

Their faces, already flushed red, instantly went pale.

Twenty thousand each?

They really couldn’t afford that. And even if they could scrape it together, their wives would have their heads. That twenty grand was sitting in fixed deposits, and even that earned interest.

“Hey now, the four of you are Xiao Gang’s childhood friends, aren’t you? You can’t cough up twenty grand each? You guys always carry wads of cash around, don’t pretend you’re broke now. Don’t you dare say you can’t swing it!”

Old Hu wasn’t about to miss the show. He waved his hand and shouted loud enough for the entire village to hear—his voice as sharp and clear as a street brawl.

All he had left now was his mouth.

“Oh right, Brother Wang Yun, didn’t we still have a bunch of cash in the car? You brought it just in case we ended up somewhere that didn’t take mobile payments, remember? No need to trouble his friends again. Why not just give them cash on the spot? I’ll go grab it for you!”

Right after Old Hu said his piece, Xiao Yanran chimed in as well, all smiles.

Wang Yun turned to look at her, eyes full of innocence and charm.

But the words she spoke—so sweet and casual—landed like daggers in the hearts of the four men.

Each one stabbed deep.

And every stab was fatal.