I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

"I need to open a bank account and deposit some money."

The receptionist's smile remained unchanged.

"Sir, it's already 4:30 PM. There are still six customers ahead of you in line."

He turned slightly to the side, looking apologetic.

"At this rate, you may need to come back tomorrow."

Ivan turned his head slightly and lowered his voice by an inch.

"I want to deposit two thousand dollars."

Before the words were even fully spoken, the standard polite smile on the other person's face instantly underwent a subtle and precise change.

The receptionist hadn't even finished uttering her previous sentence when she continued almost seamlessly into the next.

"But we have already prepared a VIP room for you. A dedicated account manager will be there to provide you with full service."

"This way, please!"

Chapter 90: Now that I'm a hero, do you want to make up?

Two thousand dollars.

In the United States of 1910, which still strictly adhered to the gold standard, this was a truly enormous sum of money.

After all, in banks these days, a single deposit of more than a thousand dollars is considered a big customer.

While instructing someone to pour water, the receptionist respectfully led Evan up to the second floor.

The VIP room on the second floor was decorated quite elegantly.

The dark walnut wainscoting was spotless, and an oriental-style Persian red wool rug was laid on the floor.

A heavy oak desk stood by the window, its surface covered with a dark green ink-absorbing mat, with a small gilded bronze beast at each of the four corners.

Ivan sat down in the armchair covered with calfskin.

A pot of steaming Ceylon tea was immediately placed on the table, served in a set of English white porcelain teaware.

On a small, gilded tray beside it were neatly sliced ​​fruit cakes and a few slices of butter biscuits.

The person who handled this business deal was a seasoned manager named Fleming.

He was a middle-aged man, around forty years old, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with a gold pocket watch chain tucked diagonally into his vest pocket; he was capable and meticulous.

Fleming was so enthusiastic that it was almost impossible to move.

While personally refilling Ivan's tea, he repeatedly invited him to become a major client of the bank.

After becoming a major client, his annual account management fee of $12 will be waived.

A separate cashier window will be set up at the counter, with a small VIP badge hanging on it, so there will be no need to queue to enter or exit.

The interest rate on fixed deposits will be increased by 0.25% to 0.5%.

In an emergency, you can apply for an unsecured small loan of no more than $500.

Before Fleming could finish speaking, Ivan had already opened an account under his guidance.

Ivan took out the identification document from his inner pocket, along with several related documents.

After verifying the documents, sign the deposit agreement. Clarify the account type. Verify the interest rate. Confirm the withdrawal rules.

Finally, I received a small passbook with the bank's logo on the cover and carefully signed my name on the sample card.

As he signed, Fleming stood beside him and took the opportunity to offer several rather sophisticated pieces of financial advice.

"Sir, your two thousand dollars is a very considerable sum of money."

His voice was very soft and calm.

"We suggest you deposit $1,500 of that amount into a one-year fixed deposit. Our bank can offer you a 3.75% interest rate."

"The remaining $500 will be transferred to a current account for your convenience in daily use."

After a moment's thought, Evan smiled and shook his head.

"Thank you for your suggestion. However, I usually have a large cash flow, so I'm not considering fixed-term deposits for the time being."

Fleming's smile remained unchanged as he nodded.

"Okay. Please feel free to contact me anytime if you need anything."

As he spoke, he turned around and took a small, deep red lacquer box from his female assistant, who was wearing a dark blue suit, and presented it to Evan with both hands.

Upon seeing the box, Evan's forehead twitched slightly. He rubbed his forehead, feeling a sudden, light dizziness wash over him.

"This is a souvenir that our bank gives back to its major clients."

Fleming's voice drifted over from the distant, dizzying area.

"A fountain pen made of pure silver and custom-made by our firm."

"It is very popular with several other major clients."

Ivan blinked.

Although his head was still a little dizzy, his constitution, which had now exceeded 8 points, allowed him to suppress the Bloodthirsty Seed's weak silver mechanism almost instantly.

He examined the box for half a second, then closed it and pressed the lid down.

He then politely bid Fleming farewell and calmly walked towards the second-floor stairwell.

After Ivan's figure disappeared through the doorway, the female assistant who had been standing quietly by the table took a half-step closer to Fleming, lowered her voice, and spoke with an undisguised disdain and suspicion.

"Manager, he lives on Guding Street. Where did he get so much money?"

She wrinkled her nose.

"Could it have been smuggled or stolen?"

In the United States, the neighborhood where a person lives directly reflects how respectable they are in that city.

In the mind of this female assistant, who was wearing a tweed suit, the three words "Guding Street" were almost synonymous with "poor people," "thieves," and "dock hooligans."

Fleming was clearly more knowledgeable than she was.

"simple."

He raised his head, his eyes scanning over the top of his gold-rimmed glasses, his tone calm and experienced.

"You must remember one thing."

"In our line of work, we serve money, not people."

"As long as they are willing to hand over the money to us, even if it's just a dog, we'll eat bones with it."

After saying that, he straightened his cuffs and walked out of the carved door with a flourish.

Jane watched the manager's sharp suit from behind, bit her lower lip, and sighed softly to herself.

"No wonder you were able to get to the position of manager."

She muttered softly.

"I don't want to gnaw on a bone with a dog."

……

When Evan finished his business and walked back to Guding Street, the gas streetlights on the corner had just been turned on.

Under the lamppost, the lamplighter wearing a baseball cap was slowly walking towards the next lamppost, carrying a long pole with a hook.

With each lamp lit, a dim, yellowish halo appeared on the street.

I ate a huge meal this afternoon, and my stomach still feels greasy and I don't want to think about it.

After weighing the options, Evan decided to skip the thirty cents for dinner at the Bee Restaurant and go straight upstairs home.

It was very cold in the apartment, so he first lit the kerosene stove, poured a glass of water, took out a few textbooks from the bookshelf and spread them on the table, and carefully reviewed the courses he needed to study over the weekend.

After reviewing, he decided to read the last two chapters in advance as well.

When he came to his senses, the old wall clock had already struck eleven o'clock at night.

He released the secondary brain and had it walk around the room, instructing the little guy to find a secluded spot to ensure the guards were in place.

He draped his coat over the back of the chair, flopped onto the bed, and quickly fell asleep.

……

Meanwhile, on Hain Street.

Pilsson's face, which had been neatly groomed, was now completely distorted with anger.

He looked at Carey's remains lying on the carpet, his chest cavity so empty that the floor was visible.

Looking again at Lily, who was nowhere to be found in the house, his brows furrowed into a tight knot.

His usually impeccably tailored suit had a few stains on the hem, but he didn't even notice them.

“There were almost no signs of combat.”

He gritted his teeth and muttered to himself.

"There is also no remnant of the Dark Plague."

"Could it be... that bitch drained Kerry dry and then left on her own?"

The Red King's Laboratory and this branch of the Nyogda family have a fairly stable cooperative relationship.

The laboratory needs a dark matrix fungus as a shell for the next generation of viruses, thereby enabling the viruses to upgrade and evolve.

In recent months, the cooperation between the two parties has been progressing quite smoothly.

This is why the higher-ups were willing to keep Kerry, who had become a poisonous corpse, by Lily's side.

They also need Lily to use her abilities to further increase the physical capacity of Carey's body, so that he can swallow more viruses.

The past week has been the smoothest it's had in the last few months.

The group of witchers and vampires fought to a standstill one night (that's their assessment), and both sides disappeared from Bolton City's sight.

The agreement between the laboratory and the Healing Church has also been stamped.