Chapter 761: As Long as the Money’s Right, I Can Sell Myself
“Here’s your money. Please keep it safe.”
Inside the bank, the teller neatly laid out the requested cash on the counter and kindly provided a small envelope for the customer to hold the money.
The amount wasn’t much—only 2,100, along with some coins. A single envelope was more than enough.
The customer counted the money twice before finally relaxing and smiling. After bidding the teller farewell, he left.
The next customer stepped up. Just like before, the teller smiled and repeated her now-instinctive greeting.
What struck her as odd was that this woman, who looked to be in her fifties, also came to withdraw money—and wanted to empty her account as well.
It felt strange, but the feeling passed quickly. She had no time to dwell on it while working, so she continued serving the woman.
A few minutes later, 5,000 in cash was neatly placed on the counter. The customer counted it, muttered something under her breath, then left.
Before the next client arrived, the teller glanced at the other windows. She felt momentarily lost—every counter was handling withdrawals.