#交易手续费揭秘
In front of the bank counter, Old Zhang clutched the wrinkled remittance slip, his fingers trembling slightly. The fee section stated '2%', and he calculated it three times, still finding it thirty yuan more than last year. The wealth manager at the adjacent window was animatedly introducing a 'Supreme VIP Fee Waiver Package' to a suited customer, the reflection on the glass causing Old Zhang to squint.
Back home, he dug out the remittance records sent by his son from abroad, only to find that each transaction had been skinned twice—once here and once there. During their video call that evening, his son smiled and said, 'Dad, now we use blockchain for transfers, the fee is just a few dimes.' But Old Zhang stared at the complex QR code on his phone, ultimately just sighing. The next day, he took cash and spent two hours on a bus to his relative's house in the suburbs, personally stuffing the tuition fee into his nephew's backpack. On the way back, the bus scanner beeped, deducting fifty cents from him again as a service fee.