"I deposited in a demand account because I heard the interest was relatively high. Why can't I withdraw my money from a demand account now?"
"Could we be facing the same situation as you? But you had 44,000,000, and we only have tens of thousands!"
"This is outrageous! Utterly outrageous! They won't even spare our retirement funds!"
"..."
The elderly were seething with anger, continuously tapping their canes on the ground.
They couldn't help but curse aloud.
Seeing this, Qin Mu hurriedly comforted them, "Everyone, don't panic. Didn't I get my money back? Just write a complaint letter, prepare the materials, and send it to the Financial Regulatory Authority. You'll receive a reply soon."
The expressions of Song Tiancheng and the five others brightened a bit. Out of trust in Qin Mu, they all agreed.
Qin Mu had previously purchased some stationery, which they thought was for writing love letters, but it turned out he was writing complaint letters!
