What if Bai Yueguang is a sand sculpture? (MTL)

Chapter 83

Chapter 83 Maybe I have already made a decision in my heart...

    Perhaps it was because he had already made a decision in his heart that when Qian Jin went to work again, he would not be as angry as before.

    Whenever the anger in her heart was about to explode, she would meditate: "I'm not angry, I'm not angry, I'm so angry that I have no one to replace... Guard your breasts, thyroid, heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney..."

    So, When another customer rushes to Qian Jin with his chin raised, he says, "Just like you, I will never come to your bank to do business again!"

    Qian Jin will be overjoyed: Is there such a good thing? !

    Of course, she will still say, "I'm sorry, I'm very sorry."

    But she will lead the client to the door with physical honesty.

    The client felt a little regretful when he found out that he didn't go down the steps, but he still asked arrogantly: "What other banks are there nearby?!"     "

    A lot!"

Go forward, there is a house on the left at the crossroads, and there are others after a few steps!"

    Customer: "..."

    The water splashed out of the words that the customer said, and the customer couldn't hold back to regret it, so he had to leave.

    After I walked out of the outlet, I felt that something was a little weird, but the anger had already been released, but it seemed like I had punched cotton, not as happy as usual.

    "Huh—"

    Qian Jin let out a long sigh of relief, turned around and continued to face the room full of monsters and monsters.

    In fact, most of the customers are good, reasonable, and can even be said to be honest and kind.

    Especially some old people have worked hard all their lives, and even if they are in the capital, they are reluctant to buy new clothes for themselves.

    They come to the outlets again and again to line up, just to try their luck, to see if they can put their retirement funds into the type of fixed deposit that is issued irregularly, and this new type of fixed deposit is only a few tenths of a percentage point higher than the ordinary one.

    They told the rules to take numbers, waited quietly, cautiously, and would not find fault if they didn't save, just sighed and left.

    Qian Jin is too soft-hearted to see these things. When there are few people, he will ask them to wait for a while, wait for no one, and then help them try a few more times to see if there is a new quota.

    If she happens to catch up, she will be as happy as the old man, and she will boast sweetly: "You are so lucky, you just grabbed it after a short while!"

    Seeing the old man smiling happily, she carefully put it away After leaving the passbook, Qian Jin felt that this was probably the source of a rare sense of accomplishment in the teller's work.

    It's just that there will always be rat shit in this world, and if you run into a naughty one, you can grind it for an hour or two and ruin your mood for the whole day.

    In such a stressful environment, colleagues were also tortured, nervous all day, for fear of making mistakes.

    Customers who are blind and deaf when they have a business, and who are keen when they are charged, naturally there are also colleagues who are opportunistic and rely on the old and sell the old when they have a job.