A Red Dead Redemption Story

Chapter 220 Bank of Saint-Denis
The Bank of Saint-Denis is the largest banking institution in the city. I don't know if it is due to the blessing of money, but this actually ordinary blue building actually gives people the illusion of grandeur.

Entering the bank, Arthur and his group benefited from Kieran's image as a man with a scar and an eyepatch. As soon as they entered, they were watched by the bank security.

Fortunately, giving others a second look will not kill you, so few people didn't care too much.

After letting the assistant finish the message and sitting outside the office waiting for the bank manager, Arthur finally asked:
"So what happened to Sean?"

After breakfast just now, they were originally going to go to the bank together, but Sean said that he didn't feel well and wanted to go back to the room to sleep.

"..."

Kieran didn't speak, but Hosea replied with a smile:
"I guess he just feels really uncomfortable. It's okay. Just let him rest in the hotel."

When Arthur heard what Hosea said, he didn't think much about it. He smiled and analyzed the reason for Sean's discomfort and said:
"I told him last night not to drink too much liquor. If he didn't listen, he had already drank a lot of whiskey and beer in the hotel. It's normal for him to feel uncomfortable today because of such a mess."

"That's right." Hosea responded with a smile as usual.

While they were talking outside, the office door opened from the inside, and Harry Blood leaned out. He politely invited Arthur, Hosea and Kieran into the office.

"Everyone, what would you like to drink?"

"Water will do."

"Well, the same."

"Me too."

Harry Blood is a middle-aged man. He is tall and has a very thick beard on his chin. When he is not smiling, his face looks very serious.

Brad poured everyone a glass of water from the cart nearby, and then said politely to Arthur:
"I have read Addison's letter, so, Mr. Callahan, are you going to take the money in cash at once, or are you going to apply for a check from my bank?"

The Addison Brad refers to is Addison Moriarty, the manager of Lemoyne State Bank.

The two seemed to be classmates and seemed to have worked together.

Arthur saw an ashtray on the table, so he calmly took out a cigarette. After signaling to Brad and being politely rejected, Arthur lit the cigarette for himself. , said:
"Mr. Brad, what's your suggestion?"

To be honest, I just saw his name from the sign on the door of the office. Although Moriarty had told him before, Arthur had long forgotten it.

Facing Arthur, a potential big client, Brad took it very seriously. He asked Arthur in detail about the use of the funds. After hearing that it was just gambling money, Brad couldn't help but open his mouth.

It's not that he hasn't seen customers who come to withdraw gambling funds. Recently, because the Grand Reagan cruise ship docked in Saint Denis, many of his customers came here to withdraw some gambling funds, but Arthur's amount is really...

"Mr. Callahan, if you plan to participate in the big gambling night on the Big Reagan, you can directly issue a certificate of receipt through our bank. Our bank cooperates with the boss of the Big Reagan. You only need to be on board Provide this certificate with the person in charge. Whether it is the money you win online or... well, in short, you can withdraw and settle it directly through our bank." Brad was very cautious and did not mention the money he lost. Let's just deduct this matter from him. After all, some customers are very particular about these things. It's better to express your meaning clearly. If you say it out loud, you may offend the guests.

When Arthur heard that settlement could be done directly by the Saint-Denis Bank, his eyes lit up. Wouldn't this be an excellent way to 'make money clean'?

You know, most of Arthur's assets now, except for some fixed real estate, are a large amount of cash and gold reserves. Only a small part of the legal income here can be deposited by Arthur in the bank.

Thinking of this, Arthur, who was only planning to withdraw money, asked with great interest:
"So, do I need to pay taxes on the money I win through your bank?"

As a professional manager who is very skilled in banking business, Brad was about to blurt out the answer "need" to Arthur's question, but he restrained himself and then thought and analyzed it carefully. After asking whether there was any potential meaning behind Arthur's question, he spoke cautiously:
"Mr. Callahan, gambling is illegal in our country, but in places such as Lemoyne, this ban has long been forgotten in an unknown corner. Therefore, the tax issue in this regard is not A particularly important issue, as for you may have some knowledge about some of the policies issued by the city hall, regarding this part, you can rest assured that we are professional.”

Regarding Brad's answer, Arthur smiled knowingly, and then said in a tacit understanding:
"How much service fee does the bank charge?"

Seeing that Arthur clearly understood what he meant, Brad picked up the pen and paper on the table, wrote down a number, pushed it to Arthur and said:

"That's the ratio we treat our average customer."

"And this is what we collected from you, Mr. Callahan." As he said that, Brad handed over another piece of paper with a much lower number than before.

Arthur smiled and folded the two notes together, lit them with a match, threw them into the ashtray, put out the cigarette, stood up, stretched out his hand towards Brad and said:

"It's nice to work with you, Manager Brad."

In the end, Arthur only took some cash from the bank for personal use, and left with Hosea and Kieran.

After sending Arthur and the others away, Brad sat back at his desk again. He took out the letter Moriarty wrote to him from the drawer on the side. In addition to the official seal of the Enzhou Bank and the signed official letter, there is also a letter from Moriarty to him.

After Brad picked up the letter and read it again, he took out a blank piece of paper and wrote a reply. After drying the ink on the written letter, putting it in the envelope and affixing the stamp, he He called his assistant, then handed him the letter and ordered:

"Send it for me, hurry up."

After the assistant left, Brad's eyes unconsciously stayed on the newspaper he had casually placed beside his desk. He saw the eye-catching headline on the front page:

"Banks facing bankruptcy"

“JD McKnight warns investors”

“The panic of 1893 may be repeated”

Brad did not continue reading, but turned the newspaper upside down on the table. He sighed and said to himself:
"Financial panic..."

(End of this chapter)