Cape Town, South Africa, in the Standard Chartered Bank's safe area lobby.
"Yes, sir," a black manager said to Miao kun, who was in disguise, in fluent English."Our counter numbers are not numbered in Arabic, but are arranged in English alphabet order according to the account number provided by the customer.
"This is ..." He pursed his thick lips and smiled, revealing his small white teeth."This is the practice left behind from the Mandela period, which can not be changed later!" He said.
"Oh ... Hehe ..." Because of the mask, Miao kun had to be extremely careful even when he smiled, for fear of revealing any flaws."I heard my brother mention this before!" He said.
"If that's the case, then I'll have to trouble you to take a look. There shouldn't be any problems with my brother's account right?" Miao kun picked up a pen and wrote down the letters "tal" on the paper.