Getting $10 Trillion Out Of Nowhere

: Withdrawing $5 Million

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

After leaving the Empire World Building, Connor was eager to test out the Centurion Card.

To do that, he headed toward a nearby bank on his electric bike. Five minutes later, he entered the banking hall of the bank. Since it was a weekday, there was no crowd in the bank. He went straight to the teller counter.

The teller lady, a woman in heavy makeup and a professional suit, saw Conor come in and said lazily, “How may I help you?” This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

She sounded cold. Having been in the job for so long, she could tell the background of the person at a glance.

Connor was wearing a food delivery uniform, looking like a pauper through and through. The teller lady acted unenthusiastically, thinking he was just another insignificant customer.

Nevertheless, Connor did not mind her bad service attitude. “I would like to perform a withdrawal,” he said flatly.

“Withdrawal? Don’t you see the ATMs over there?” The teller lady sounded not too pleased. “Just google it a little if you don’t know how to use them. I’m busy.”

Busy? She was so free that she could take a nap there if she wanted to. Her attitude pissed Connor off, so he called out, “1 demand to see your manager.”

Connor raised his voice. “Is this how your bank does things? Don’t you know that customer is king? I can’t believe it!”

Hearing the noise in the banking hall, the branch manager hurried out. “What’s going on?”

Seeing the branch manager and thinking she had reinforcement, the teller lady pointed at Connor. “Mr. Manning, this guy is here to cause trouble!”

Mr. Manning was alarmed, looking at Conor with a scowl on his face. “What are you doing here?”

Connor smiled wryly. “I would like to perform a withdrawal.”

Mr. Manning frowned. “There are ATMs for withdrawing cash. Why come to the counter?” The manager and the teller lady were just the same; they sounded unappeased.

Then suddenly the penny dropped, Connor realized that Mr. Manning and the teller lady were having an affair. He did not want to argue with them, so he just told them, “What if I would like to withdraw five million dollars?”

‘$5 million?’ The teller lady scanned Connor and taunted, “A food delivery guy like you wants to withdraw five million dollars?

“Haha, you must be kidding me! Did you mean five hundred dollars? Five million dollars. In your dream.”

Mr. Manning also did not believe that the guy who looked like a loser could withdraw $5 million. However, a branch manager like Mr. Manning was a sly old fox. He cocked an eyebrow and asked, “Do you really want to withdraw five million dollars?” ‘The teenager wearing a food delivery uniform might look like a loser, but sometimes, it was hard to predict the quirks of the rich. That was why he asked.

Connor sneered. “Why else would I come here if not for withdrawing money? Or, do you expect me to play games here?”

“I have to inform my superior for such a large sum of money,” Mr. Manning said indifferently, “Why don’t you go to the lounge and wait for a while?”

Connor nodded, “No problem.”

The teller lady sneered. “Mr. Manning, don’t tell me that you really think he has five million dollars to withdraw, do you?”

“Shut up and knock it off.” Mr. Manning was not too happy. 1 le could tell from his experience that Connor was not joking. Connor was really going to withdraw $5 million. Ordinary folks would not come and ask to withdraw $5 million at one go. He was eager to cozy up to a super-rich kid like Connor.

The teller lady shut up immediately when Mr. Manning chided her. But she still had a disdainful look on her face. She did not believe that Connor had so much money to withdraw. ‘A food delivery guy pretending to be a rich kid. Heck!’

But, half an hour later, when she saw Connor carrying a sack of cash out of the VIP lounge with Mr. Manning following behind him servilely, she was stunned. Her eyes were wide open. Did this loser really withdraw $5 million?

“Does he really have five million dollars, Mr. Manning?” The teller lady had not given up and asked the branch manager.

“Do you want him to show it to you?” Mr. Manning snorted, looking not too happy. Fortunately, he was more observant and did not offend Connor like the fool. Otherwise, he could have lost his job as the branch manager.

The woman wanted to open the package to see if there were five million dollars inside. However, she choked back just as she was about to open her mouth.

“I apologize to you if my staff has said something that offends you, Mr. McDonald,” Mr. Manning said respectfully. He then took out a business card. “This is my business card. You may come to me directly if you need help in the future.”

Anyone with a working brain knew that a person who could withdraw $5 million in cash was a VIP customer. He did not become a branch manager for nothing.

He had to fawn up to Connor as he did not want to lose this VIP customer to other banks.

Connor nodded faintly, took the business card, and put it in his pocket.

He then said in a disapproving tone, “Mr. Manning, the service quality of your staff is much left to be desired. If this continues, it will not be long before you lose customers to other banks. I hope you can discipline your staff.”

Connor then tucked the sack of cash into the food delivery bag and left..