C2 How Much Money Was in His Account

"That asshole! How could he do this?" complained Naomi. She tried to open the door to the VIP room, but it was locked.

In the VIP room, the customer manager was lounging on the sofa, playing his phone, when he heard the door opened, he quickly sat up straight. Normally, if a VIP came, Naomi would inform him in advance.

Why the hell didn't Naomi tell me that there is a VIP? The manager thought as he stood up to welcome the client.

As the customer manager, he knew all the 31 VIPs of the bank. As for Nassir Dawson, the manager was sure that he had never seen him before.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

"I'm here to withdraw my money," Nassir said directly.

"Do you have the Supreme Card?"

Seeing Nassir's calm expression, the manager became even more suspicious of his identity. Judging from his appearance, this young man clearly didn't have much money, but he seemed so composed.

"What's that?" asked Nassir.

"I'm sorry, sir. Without the Supreme Card, there is nothing we can do for you."

It was clear that the man wasn't a VIP or a relative of the VIP. The manager didn't want to waste any more time on him. How could Naomi just let anybody in the VIP room so easily? She'll be punished for this.

"You have a fingerprint identification here, right?" Nassir suddenly asked.

"Yes." The manager was stunned. The fingerprint identification system introduced by the bank was only used for the wealthiest families and consortiums. Only a handful of people could use the system. At least in the City N Branch, no one met the credentials.

"Why are you still standing there?" Nassir asked the manager.

"Please hold on a second, sir."

The manager was a little hesitant because Nassir didn't look like a rich person at all. However, he didn't have the gut to refuse Nassir's request. What if he is invisible rich? The manager quickly took out the unused fingerprint identification device from the safe.

"Put your finger here," the manager gestured to Nassir.

Nassir put his thumb on the verification area.

The equipment lit up with a blinding red light, and the liquid crystal screen showed that the fingerprint was not recorded.

The manager became vigilant. He took out his phone and was about to call the police.

Nassir quickly stopped him, "I might have remembered wrongly. Let me try my index finger."

What kind of trick is he playing? The manager thought to himself. If his index finger also fails, is he going to try his middle finger then? What is he going to do if none of his fingers works?

Whatever! If Nassir didn't pass the certification this time, he would call the police and arrest him.

Just when the manager was lost in his thoughts, Nassir already pressed his index finger into the verification area.

The equipment lit up with a green light, and on the LCD screen, it read: Verification successful. Family account number: 01. Identifier: Nassir Dawson. Account number: 01104.

The manager looked at Nassir in disbelief. He bowed to Nassir respectfully, "Forgive for my rudeness before, Mr. Dawson. Nice to meet you, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Zyon Adkins, the City N Branch's customer manager."

"Never mind," Nassir said lightly, "How much money do I have left in my account?"

"I'll check for you now." After saying that, Zyon sat in front of the computer and operated it.

"It's done, Mr. Dawson."

Zyon pressed the button on the screen, and the chart of Nassir's account appeared.

"Mr. Dawson, your personal account currently has a hundred and forty million."

As Zyon was reading the number, he couldn't help but suck in a cold breath.

Nassir Dawson was only 20 years old, yet he already had so many assets. Ordinary people can't earn that much money in a lifetime.

Nassir stared at the number on the screen, feeling like he was dreaming. He told himself that he needed to quickly get used to being rich.

"You also have other assets. I'll show you now."

Sixteen surveillance videos appeared on the screen.

"These are the surveillance images of your real assets in other places," Zyon explained to Nassir, and then he clicked on one of the images, which was of a Ferrari.

Zyon clicked on the other images for Nassir one by one.

"These are the 95 sapphire bracelets and 100 gold bars weighing 2 kilograms you deposited in the branch of Country M. Here are the three authentic Picasso paintings in the branch of Country F. Plus, one Plato's notebook, and two Rodin sculptures. In the branch of Country S, you have 15 diamond rings, 10 ivory products, and 20 gold bricks with a weight of 5 kilograms."

To be honest, Zyon had never seen someone as rich as Nassir.

"Alright, I guess I need a bank card now." Nassir already recovered from the initial shock.

"Of course. Of course."

Zyon immediately personally went to make a card for Nassir. In just ten minutes, Zyon came back with a Supreme Card.

Zyon held the Supreme Card to Nassir with both hands.

"Mr. Dawson, this is your bank card."

"Thank you." Nassir took the card and walked out of the room.

"Mr. Dawson, please wait a moment." Zyon didn't dare neglect a big client like Nassir. He must personally walk Nassir out.

However, he had yet to turn off the property system on his computer and the fingerprint verification machine had not been put back into the safe. By the time he finished doing this, Nassir already left.

In the main hall, Naomi was anxiously waiting. The longer Nassir stayed inside, the more scared she became.

The second Nassir walked out of the VIP room, Naomi rushed to him.

"Stop right there, you damn bastard! You trespassed into the VIP room without permission. Once we confirm that there are no losses, I will send you to the police station!"

Nassir tried to break free from her grasp and asked, "What are you talking about? Let go of me!"

What is she accusing me of? Nassir thought Naomi going crazy.

"What is this?"

Naomi took out the Supreme Card from Nassir's pocket.

"You thief! You'll spend the rest of your life in jail!"

Naomi naturally did not think that the card belonged to Nassir. She thought that he must have used an excuse to enter the VIP room and stole the Supreme Card when Manager Adkins was not paying attention.

"Let go of me!" Nassir said angrily.

"Don't think you can get away with it!"

A crowd of people surrounded the two of them. Some even stepped forward to help Naomi.

After putting everything back to their places, Zyon also went outside to catch up with Nassir. He had seen Nassir's assets with his own eyes. Nassir was his biggest client right now. He must take every opportunity to form a good relationship with him.

However, when Zyon stepped into the hall, he saw Naomi holding on to Nassir's clothes. Furthermore, Nassir seemed to be very angry!

That idiot Naomi better not ruin anything! Zyon cursed.

How could she dare to treat a person with 1.4 billion in a bank account so rudely?