温柔美国人的情歌

第 12 章：银行抢劫

Zhang Yifei tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep peacefully. With Shao Ningdie in the next room, how could he rest easy? She was like a tiger—ferocious and unyielding.

No wonder there's a song that goes, "The woman on the mountain is a tiger, beware and stay away!" Now, Zhang Yifei understood this firsthand, especially when it came to beautiful women—they were even more dangerous.

At this moment, Zhang Yifei deeply comprehended the words spoken by Zhang Wuji's mother before she died: "The more beautiful a woman is, the more deceitful she is."

Shao Ningdie was the perfect example.

But Zhang Yifei also felt that this was what life should be—filled with joys and sorrows, worries and laughter—not just an endless cycle of killing, hiding, and making money.

Zhang Yifei had always wished for a life like everyone else's—struggling through life like a floating weed, occasionally whistling at pretty women, and laughing at crude jokes.

This was the life he longed for, the perfect life.

Zhang Yifei didn't have a perfect childhood, but he hoped to have a perfect life, making up for the regrets of his youth.

No matter what position you're in, happiness is the most important thing. If you can laugh, why cry? Life is for yourself, so don't treat yourself too harshly.

The next morning, Zhang Yifei woke up to find Shao Ningdie already gone, leaving behind a note for him.

Zhang Yifei glanced at the note, then casually tucked it away, biting on a cheap cigarette as he headed out.

The old director's request was not something Zhang Yifei could ignore, especially since it was for the orphans at the orphanage.

At the alley entrance, he bought two fried dough sticks and paired them with a bowl of spicy soup—this was Zhang Yifei's breakfast, a very simple meal that anyone could afford.

Zhang Yifei thought the price of the fried dough sticks was reasonable, but the spicy soup was a rip-off.

Five yuan for a bowl—was inflation really that bad these days? But why were the fried dough sticks still two for one yuan?

Was the spicy soup now loaded with fish and meat?

Yet Zhang Yifei had never tasted any in it.

In just a few bites, Zhang Yifei devoured the fried dough sticks and spicy soup, then headed to the bank.

In Zhang Yifei's memory, banks were places full of money, and also places that could be quite unreasonable.

If an ATM dispensed counterfeit money, the bank would not take responsibility.

However, Zhang Yifei had to admit, the bank had plenty of young, pretty ladies, and the tellers' smiles were as brilliant as summer flowers, giving a very pleasant feeling.

At midday, the bank wasn't very busy—most people were at work, unlike Zhang Yifei, who had time to kill.

Zhang Yifei approached the counter and handed his bank card to the teller, her smile as bright as the sun.

Zhang Yifei could guarantee that her smile was genuine, not like Shao Ningdie's deceptive grin.

Zhang Yifei was not a man who could stay idle. As the teller processed his transaction, Zhang Yifei began chatting her up, cracking one joke after another, some clean, some not. The teller's smile grew even brighter; when she saw the balance on Zhang Yifei's card, her smile became radiant.

The balance was full of zeros, with a three at the front. Handsome, humorous, and rich men like Zhang Yifei were rare.

Of course, Zhang Yifei had no idea how much money was in this account. Ever since he returned to Lijiang, all his expenses had been covered by this card. Zhang Yifei was curious why the money never seemed to run out. Did this card have the legendary unlimited overdraft feature?

Zhang Yifei didn't care about the amount in the account; as long as he had enough to eat, drink, and spend, he was satisfied.

Before long, Zhang Yifei had gotten the teller's phone number. If he asked her out for dinner tonight, she would probably let him do whatever he wanted.

But women who were too easy to catch made Zhang Yifei lose interest, and besides, he was a married man now—how could he stray? How could he betray Shao Ningdie?

Men are strange creatures. When something comes too easily, they often don't value it, especially women.

However, Zhang Yifei didn't realize that it was the bank card in his hand that had made the teller so eager to fall for him.

When a man has money, he's a match for anyone.

Zhang Yifei suddenly became serious and said, "Miss, it's work hours now. Isn't it inappropriate to be hit on?"

The teller giggled, "Are you trying to hit on me?"

Zhang Yifei shook his head, a blush rising on his handsome face. "Not today, today's not convenient."

"Why not?"

Zhang Yifei shyly replied, "Men, like women, have days when it's just not convenient."

"..."

Hearing Zhang Yifei's words, the teller's face went blank. She had thought she was catching a golden goose, only to find out he was all show and no go.

Just as Zhang Yifei pocketed his money.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang—a gunshot. Everyone in the bank froze, followed by a rough, menacing voice shouting, "Hands on your heads! Squat down! Stay calm! The money belongs to the state, but your life is yours—don't throw it away!"

Zhang Yifei stared dumbfounded at the three burly men who burst in, tossing a large sack onto the bank counter, pointing a gun at the teller, signaling her to fill the bag with money.

Zhang Yifei's mouth twitched; he felt like crying. These three robbers were definitely doing this on purpose—of all times to show up, they had to come right after he withdrew his money, just as he was about to leave.

What kind of bad luck was he having these days!

They say when luck is bad, you can't blame society, but really, can you not?

The three robbers wore masks, revealing only their eyes, which were filled with a chilling fierceness. The sack was quickly filled with money.

Zhang Yifei watched them stuff the bag with money, feeling an odd sense of envy.

High risk, high reward—this saying was spot on. Robbing banks was definitely faster than being a hitman.

Zhang Yifei regretted it; had he known robbing banks was so profitable, why bother being a hitman? With his skills, the police would never catch him.

If these robbers were recruiting right now, Zhang Yifei would definitely join them without hesitation.

Zhang Yifei sighed lightly. Why hadn't he thought of this before?

Not far away, a robber was pointing a gun at the hostages, yelling, "Squat properly! Everyone squat properly! If anyone dares to stick their head out, the bullets won't have eyes!... D*mn it! Squat properly! Stop spreading your legs so wide, you all look like sluts—I'm here for the money, not for the women!"

Zhang Yifei felt this line was oddly familiar. When Shao Ningdie had robbed him, she had said something similar. Could it be that robbers nowadays had really improved their standards?