Chapter 181:
Within the three major exchanges, there were counters operated by the six largest banks in the Baylor Federation. Financial investors often required immediate funds, and leaving the exchange to visit a bank, only to return with a receipt, could mean missing crucial opportunities.
Standing in front of the ProsperaCorp bank counter, the bank teller glanced at him briefly before looking away, maintaining a perfunctory smile that barely concealed her fatigue. Working at the exchange was demanding, and any mistake could result in job termination or even legal consequences.
There were two types of people that would be assigned here: those with connections and those without. Those with connections would become managers, overseeing the branch with ease, earning excellent evaluations, and quickly getting promoted. The others, without such support, would serve the brokers directly.
Frank's broker opened his briefcase, revealing a neatly arranged stack of bonds. The bonds were in red, green, and purple, each adorned with a prominent "100" in the center, indicating their hundred-buck face value. According to the instructions on the back, the holder could redeem them at the bank based on the issuance rate. However, they were essentially worthless now.
The teller, momentarily taken aback, asked, "Sir, what do you mean?" Her focus sharpened, and she adjusted her posture.
The broker sighed, "I want to redeem these bonds."
The teller's expression grew peculiar, and she shook her head. "Sorry, sir. We've already announced that ProsperaCorp no longer handles the redemption or exchange of foreign bonds. You might want to try elsewhere."
A nearby bank teller smirked, expressing disdain for such evasive tactics, though she would likely do the same shortly.
The broker didn't leave immediately. Leaning forward with his hands on the counter, he said, "Listen, this concerns the safety of my wife and child. These bonds were sold by your bank..."