王磊烦躁地 traversed the smoke in the air, the tip of the cigarette flickering in the nostrils. Just when he was about to scream out of frustration, a prompt popped up on the screen, "A customer is applying for a loan. Please approve or reject it."

He sighed heavily, slumping back in his chair. He really had no choice now, even if he was almost broke. He clicked on the prompt, a list of customer information appearing on the screen. Customer name: Yang Ming; loan amount: 500,000 spirit stones; purpose of loan: buy a high-quality flying sword.

Yang Ming, a well-known figure in the sect, always had an air of arrogance. This time, he wanted to attend a grand competition in another sect, but he didn't have enough spirit stones to buy a high-quality flying sword. He came to Wang Lei's bank for a loan.

Wang Lei hesitated. 500,000 spirit stones is not a small amount, and the bank's liquidity is also tight now. However, if he refuses, Yang Ming will become his enemy, and his future in the sect will be in danger.