Chapter 278 Pauper

Although his wife died, it was a happy event for Boll.

The family fortune was gone, but Bol was now safe, and he had a way out.

Therefore, Boll, who had had a good sleep, seemed to be in high spirits, and the fear and decadence he had felt in the past few days had been wiped away.

Boll wiped his mouth elegantly with a white napkin, smiled slightly, and said: "Now, let's go to the bank!"

Finally, Yang Yi heard what he wanted to hear most.

Bol walked in the middle. Yang Yi and the four of them were like Bol's bodyguards. Then it was Yang Yi who opened the car door for Bol and respectfully invited Bol into the car.

Arriving at the headquarters of UBS, Bol did not go to the business hall, but went straight to the VIP service room. Then he calmly said to the person who received him: "Senior VIP, named Stu, with the account number and password Withdrawal.”

The waiter immediately said: "Sir, please state your account number."

Bol looked at the people around him. Yang Yi and the others immediately backed away until they were four or five meters away. Then Bol picked up a pen and wrote a long series of numbers on the paper, followed by the account number. The paper was pushed to the bank clerk.

Soon, the female bank clerk nodded and said: "Hello, dear sir, please enter your password."

Ball pressed a long series of numbers on a PIN keypad, and the female clerk smiled and said, "Please wait a moment, sir."

Yang Yi and Mike next to him looked at each other, and then they both smiled.

Excited, $100 million.

Soon, the female clerk smiled at Bol and said, "The password is correct. What business do you want to handle?"

Bol said calmly: "Transfer 100 million US dollars to this account, and the required fees will be deducted from my account."

Soon, the female clerk whispered: "Sorry sir, your account balance is less than 100 million US dollars."

Boer was stunned for a moment, but Yang Yi, who was standing behind him, felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Mike sighed softly.

Bol's face turned pale, and he trembled: "The balance is less than 100 million US dollars? Impossible! Tell me how much more is left?"

"Sir, the balance in this account is $632 and 45 cents."

If Bol hadn't been holding on to the table and sitting on a chair, these words would have made him fall to the ground.

As for Mike, he turned his head with a disappointed look on his face, patted Yang Yi's shoulder gently, and then said softly: "My condolences."

Bol was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Impossible! There should be 380 million US dollars in this account! Now you tell me that there are only 632 US dollars and 45 cents left? What the hell! what happened!"

The female bank employee responded with a very professional smile and said sympathetically: "Seven days ago, someone transferred all the deposits with the password and only kept some money to maintain the existence of this account."

Boll was completely stunned and remained motionless and silent for a long time.

Yang Yi didn't know what he was feeling. He walked up to Bol's side and pushed Bol's shoulder.

Bol, who had just woken up from a dream, gritted his teeth and said: "Impossible! My request is that I can only come here to withdraw deposits. I am the only one who knows the password. Impossible! No one knows the password except me. It must be you. Wrong! Where's my money! Tell me it was just a bad joke!"

The female clerk said with regret on her face: "Sorry, sir, this is not a joke. The money in this account is gone. Someone took it away with the password, that's it."

Yang Yi sighed and whispered to Bol: "Let's go."

Bol hesitated to speak. He looked like he wanted to lose his temper, but after taking a few deep breaths, Bol stood up in despair.

Bol stumbled, Yang Yi quickly reached out to support him, but Bol immediately pushed Yang Yi's hand away.

With a deathly gray face, Bol murmured to himself: "It's over, it's all over, it's all over now..."

At this moment, the female bank clerk said softly: "Sir, I must remind you that if this account fails to deposit more than five million US dollars in deposits this year, this account will be eliminated."

Bol paused slightly, then he continued to walk forward without looking back.

Of course Yang Yi and the others followed them out.

When he was about to leave the bank gate, Zhang Yong suddenly sighed and whispered: "It's a pity that it's fifty million. If I had known better, I would have struck first..."

After walking out of the bank door, Bol closed his eyes, opened his arms, took a deep breath, and suddenly said: "You can start now."

Yang Yi said in a deep voice: "What are you going to do?"

Bol smiled miserably and said: "I'm done, I'm completely done. Now I can't get a penny out. If you want to kill me to vent your anger, please do so."

Mike said coldly: "Get in the car first."

Several people returned to the car again, but at this time Bol got in the car and sank into the seat and never moved again.

When everyone got in the car, Mike said coldly: "Mr. Stupak, you owe us $100 million. Please tell me how you plan to repay it."

Bol said impatiently: "I have no money, and I have no money to give you anymore. I said if you want to kill me to vent your anger, please do so."

After covering his face with his hands, Bol let out a long whine, and then refused to make any sound again.

Yang Yi now has two choices, either really kill Bol to vent his anger, or pretend that there is no such thing as 100 million US dollars and let Bol go away, because now Bol doesn't have a dime, so keep Bol. You still have to take care of his food.

The atmosphere in the carriage was dull. Yang Yi finally said: "Mr. Stupak, are you really unable to get money? You have property. Maybe you can transfer part of your property to us."

Bol sighed: "No, there is nothing now."

Yang Yi said helplessly: "This will be very difficult, Mr. Stupak."

Bol waved his hand and said with a lifeless look: "Don't say anything, don't doubt anything, just take me to a place where no one is around and kill me with one knife, let's just make a clean break." ”

Mike said coldly: "Normally, I would choose to extract as much residual value from him as possible, but if he really has no residual value to extract, it is indeed better to kill him. I hate the feeling of disappointment, but I am very disappointed today, A hundred million dollars worth of disappointment.”

Yang Yi said with a headache: "Don't worry, let me think about it."

After thinking about it seriously, Yang Yi found that Bol really seemed to have no residual value to extract, but it was impossible to actually kill Bol. He couldn't do this.

Xiao Ran suddenly said: "You are a banker and you are familiar with financial business, so can you use your skills to make money?"

Bol said with a bitter look on his face: "I am familiar with the United States, but I can't go back to the United States. I am not familiar with Europe. The rules are different, the gameplay is different, and I don't have any connections in Europe that I can use. Of course, if you don't If you mind, I wouldn’t mind trying it.”

Yang Yi coughed lightly and said, "I have an idea. Before you are banned from the casino, how about you go to the casino and win some money."