The girl returned to the office, making the manager very curious. He thought it would take more time to let the suspect stay here, but he didn't expect that the girl only took one minute to keep the suspect. Just now, he had contacted the city's investigation bureau via hands-free, and the other party assured him that they would be seen outside the bank in five minutes.
People from the Bureau of Investigation will not enter the bank to arrest people. This is also the result of the compromise between the Imperial Bank and the Cabinet. If the police or agents from the Bureau of Investigation are allowed to enter the bank to arrest people, it will cause the bank to lose a lot of money - those anonymous accounts If no one deposits or withdraws the money stored in it for a long time, it will basically end up rotting in the bank's pocket. At least tens of millions of illegal funds are swallowed up by banks every year. A large number of account owners may be in jail, a small number of owners have absconded, and finally about 5% of anonymous account owners are dead. .
The Imperial Bank is very welcoming to those customers who are in jail, although it is far less popular than those account owners who go to see God. It may be ten or twenty years before these people come out of jail, and they may not even expect to come out in this life. The money deposited in the bank is equivalent to the money in the bank's own pocket, and you can use it however you want. As for those customers who can be released after sitting for a few months or two or three years, they probably don't have much money in their bank accounts, so they are not the type that banks like.
In this era where inflation is visible to the naked eye, one million in the bank now and one million ten, twenty or fifty years from now are definitely not the same concept. Now one million can buy several buildings, but in fifty years it may not even be able to buy one unit in one building. When these people come out and want to use the money a long time later, the bank will be very happy to give it to them. After all, the bank's reputation must be taken care of.
"What did you tell him?" The manager put his hand on the back of the chair, turned sideways and crossed his legs, looking very impatient, "How long is he willing to stay?"
The girl looked aggrieved and lowered her head, with some smile in her tone, "He gave me some money and asked me to find a way to handle his affairs, so you see, I'm here to discuss it with you again. See Let’s see if there is any way to help him get this done.” She asked nervously, “Should I keep the money myself, or should I hand it over to the investigation bureau when he is captured?” ?”
The manager touched his chin. The monitored account involved 2.15 million illegal funds, and the other party demanded that all be transferred immediately. This guy must have committed a relatively serious economic crime, or was wanted. What these people care about is definitely not the change that can be put in their pockets without being discovered. What they care about is when they can leave the empire and when they can enjoy the wealth they earned from crime outside the empire.
Therefore, these people have never been so stingy about things that can be done with a little money, and the manager is very experienced in this regard.
It seemed that the bank manager had a lot of ideas, but in fact he only had a moment. He lowered his voice and said, "Give me 20%, and I will tell the people in the investigation bureau about this."
The girl pinched the knuckle of her index finger with her thumb nail. The pain could not stop her from laughing out loud. She nodded repeatedly and continued to face the ground, preventing the manager and the person outside the office from seeing her face. The expression on it says, "No problem!"
As the manager spoke, he couldn't help but ask, "How much is 20%?"
"Forty dollars!"
The two acted for a while, and the security guard outside the bank told the manager through the radio that his "guest" had arrived. The manager reluctantly signed his name on the remittance form and handed it over looking very dissatisfied. He threw it to the ground, stood up and walked a few steps with a particularly stern expression on his face, as if he was scolding the girl. The girl bent down to pick up the remittance slip, lowered her head and bowed before leaving the office. When she came back, she felt aggrieved, her eyes were red, and she didn't know when she would shed tears.
In fact, I was so happy that I was about to cry, but at this time, I looked aggrieved.
"Sir, the things you told me have been taken care of, but if you go to the Federation and you have to wait until the 25th of this month to withdraw the money, do you think it's okay?" The girl returned it to Roel. Sir, please explain that the 25th of every month is the settlement day between the Imperial Bank and the three major federal banks. These unplanned remittances must wait until after the settlement date before being remitted to the federal bank account.
Roel nodded and stood up. He stretched out his hands to hold the girl's hand tightly and shook it vigorously, "Thank you very much. I don't know what words to use to express my gratitude now. If there is a chance, I hope we can meet again!" He released his hand and raised his hat slightly, "Then I'll take my leave now. Goodbye, ma'am!"
The girl forced a smile and watched Mr. Roel leave the bank, and then quickly walked into the bathroom. She locked herself in the bathroom stall and laughed uncontrollably.
Yes, Mr. Roel was very generous. In addition to the money, he also gave her another gift when they had contact for the second time.
The girl sat on the toilet, looking at the golden dolphin held in her hands, and her breathing became rapid. She could feel that this dolphin weighed at least fifty grams, or a little more. This was another huge income, and it belonged only to her.
Today was her lucky day. In less than half an hour, she actually made a thousand yuan!
On the other hand, Mr. Roel put on sunglasses immediately after leaving the bank gate and walked along the sidewalk to the nearby bus station. He did not buy a car in this city and did not have that much cash to buy a car. Memnon was very powerful, and he could easily find out where his account had been cashed in. This was one of the reasons why he did not dare to apply for a false certificate.
He has always heard that Memnon has connections with many gang members. If the news that he made a fake passport or that he wanted to smuggle across the border reaches Memnon's ears, he will most likely be caught by these people and sent back to the west. . He had appeared in newspapers several times some time ago, but he didn't dare to take the risk. Who knows if Memnon had already made his friends pay attention to him.
The second reason... In fact, he didn't know where to make fake passports and documents. How could an upper-class elite like him, who walks in the center of people's attention all day long, know those rubbish who hide in the sewers and make a little money through illegal means
Just when he walked about fifty meters, someone suddenly pushed him hard from behind, causing him to lose his center of gravity and fall hard to the ground. Immediately afterwards, he felt a very powerful shoe sole stepping hard on his back, and his hat and sunglasses were also knocked off. A guy in a windbreaker lowered his head and grabbed his hair. His head was raised, "Mr. Roel, you are under arrest!"
At this moment, Mr. Roel was completely devastated, but there was one thing he was thankful for: the person who caught him was not from Memnon, but an official. At least this won't kill him soon. Maybe he will face a long period of imprisonment, but as long as his money is still there, everything will not be a problem.
Of course, he did not see the bank manager who was talking to an Bureau of Investigation agent at the door of the bank, nor the bank staff member who provided him with services. When the detective also left, the manager looked at the girl and whispered: "Fifty dollars, you saw, I gave him a pack of cigarettes, this money must also be included."
The girl wanted to argue that the pack of cigarettes only cost thirty-five cents, but in the end she nodded. After all, she was an excellent employee and she wanted a salary increase.
Roel was quickly sent back to Van Leer after his arrest. He needed to be investigated by the Security Committee, because it was the Security Committee who issued the wanted order. They followed the plan left by Anpu before he left and succeeded. Then of course Mr. Roel will be delivered to them.
Facing the spotlight, Mr. Roel appeared calm. His money will soon be transferred to the federal account. As long as the money is still there, he has nothing to fear.
"Why are you arresting me?" Facing several Security Committee agents in military uniforms, Mr. Roel obviously did not understand the current situation. He thought these people would be as gentle as the agents of the Investigation Bureau.
What answered him was not a voice, but a fist!
A captain rearranged his cuffs, took a document from the table, slapped Mr. Roel hard on the face, and then moved some distance away to let Mr. Roel see clearly. What is written on the document.
This was a death certificate, and what frightened Mr. Roel was that his name was written under the line that certified death, and he also looked like himself in the bare-headed photo next to it. The content of this document is not complicated. It just explains one thing. A gentleman named Roel accidentally fell into a tributary of the Agate River because of a mistake. It was late at night, and no one found Roel who fell into the water. Sir, he drowned...
Finally, there is the joint signature of the District Prosecutor's Office, the District Court, and the Local Police Department, which is enough to prove the reliability and authenticity of this document.
After seeing all this, Mr. Roel was covered in cold sweat. He forced out an ugly smile, swallowed a sip of saliva to moisten his dry throat, and asked in a helpless and hoarse voice, "What do you want?" what did I say?"
(End of chapter)