America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 448 - 228: Plan Execution_2
Chapter 448: Chapter 228: Plan Execution_2
"Hello, Mr. Jin, I’ve been wanting to meet you through my daughter for a while now. She says you’re a really great young man."
Mrs. Abby heard the General Sect Leader’s voice and immediately shifted her target, beaming as she said: "I hope we can invite you over to our house sometime."
"There will be an opportunity, madam."
The General Sect Leader was momentarily unsure how to deal with this divorced noblewoman.
He certainly couldn’t reply with, "Your daughter’s not bad either, right?"
The journey was smooth sailing, chatting and laughing along the way, the atmosphere relaxed; it didn’t feel like they were heading to rob a bank in Palm Valley, it felt more like going on a leisurely trip.
It took some time to arrive at the downtown area.
Mrs. Abby was also ready to go out, "We are now leaving for the gathering, we should arrive at the Ocean Hotel by the outer ring road in ten minutes."
"Perfect timing." Old Jack drove the car into the downtown of Palm Valley.
Allen Zhang drove the car, following Blitz’s planned route meticulously, navigating through the streets, skillfully avoiding traffic lights and cameras, finally stopping in the alley behind the bank.
"Okay, now we just need to patiently wait for the prey to take the bait! How long until your guy gets here, that big guy from last time?"
Old Jack relaxed completely, rolled down the window, and watched the green iron door of the bank across the street. The closer to the critical moment, the more relaxed and effortless he seemed.
It can only be said, he truly is a ruffian, possessing a psychological state not normal people could have.
"Are you talking about Sieg? He should be arriving soon." Allen Zhang checked his phone for the shared location; Sieg was already driving towards the suburbs of Palm Valley, passing by the Black tire store from last time.
His speed wasn’t slow; he’d be here in about ten more minutes.
As they waited, the General Sect Leader started to go over the plan with everyone again.
The back door of the bank was crucial, as the vault manager had agreed to be abducted during the inspection of the electrical facilities.
In the bank’s architectural blueprints, the back door is also marked for emergency use, allowing employees to escape in case of emergencies such as fire, earthquake, robbery, etc., and it’s also where the machine room and critical power supplies for the bank are located.
But this time they would fiercely ’take the back door’!
Entering and exiting the bank vault, going through the back door and coming out the same way. According to the plan, someone had to monitor the front door, then simply lock it from the inside, so even if there was chaos inside the bank, it wouldn’t affect any bystanders.
Apart from the few unlucky ones inside the bank handling deposits or withdrawals, ’NPC’ customers.
After all, the real VIP customers had already withdrawn their deposits, leaving those who couldn’t service their account or whose transactions were stuck as mostly middle-class families and retail investors, which didn’t matter much. Wells Fargo Bank needed to smoothly get through this hardship; obviously, it was these retail investors!
But their deposits were only temporarily inaccessible, not truly cleared; after all, Wells Fargo Bank was only at risk of deflating but hadn’t actually gone bankrupt; they couldn’t afford to make it too ugly.
Unless the bank truly didn’t want to continue business, they definitely wouldn’t dare to use customer money to balance the books, otherwise, it wouldn’t be the Securities and Exchange Commission coming, but the FBI!
The current state of Wells Fargo Bank was just a bit tough; they needed time to secure financing and divert attention.
Once the risk had passed and the major shareholders brought money back, the bank would obviously have the funds to allow customers to continue their transactions, progressively opening some services for scheduled withdrawals, concurrently offering interest benefits to customers, setting up media PR to wildly promote, getting wealthy celebrities to deposit money in this bank, when people see so-and-so depositing here, they’d think their money should be safe too, especially with such high interest!
Thus, for the sake of high interest, gaining a little profit, customers wouldn’t want to withdraw their money.
Then, the bank staff would upsell them slightly risky financial products, purportedly as old customer benefits; out of ten people, just one feeling greedy would get punched by ruthless capitalism!
From fiercely harvesting leeks to boiling frogs in warm water. The reason why the poor stay poor is because they never escape the traps set by the rich.
But this had nothing to do with the General Sect Leader. He didn’t keep his deposits in the bank to earn interest; taking money to solve problems for others, he aimed to be fully responsible.
Not long after, Sieg called the General Sect Leader and joined the channel.
"I’ve already arrived in Palm Valley, currently at Flower Garden Square. I found a parking lot nearby and parked the car here. Wtf, the economic development here is obviously still better than Los Angeles, the parking fee is actually 6 US dollars per hour! This is bullshit!" Sieg complained about the overall situation.
"6 dollars gets you this upset? We are dealing with a business of several million US dollars! Come quickly, remember to take detours into the alley, avoiding the roadside cameras," Allen Zhang said.
Blitz had thoughtfully planned his route for him.
"Okay, I’m on my way!"
Sieg looked at the route planned on his position-sharing app, immediately grabbed his bag, and left the parking lot.
He ran on foot for a few minutes, circled around a free park area, and finally climbed the wall to arrive at the alley behind Wells Fargo Bank.
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