Instant Millionaire novel Chapter 2

"How can this person be so shameless?" Lacey walked to the door with frustration on her face. She tried to open the door of the VIP room, but it was locked inside.

"Hello..." In the VIP room, the client manager was leaning leisurely on the sofa fiddling with his phone. When he heard that the door was suddenly opened, he hurriedly sat straight. Normally, when VIPs came, the guest service manager Lacey would notify him in advance. What happened today?

The manager subconsciously stood up and walked towards Quincy. As a client manager, he knew the 31 VIPs inside and out. He originally wanted to greet the guest to eliminate the influence of the indecent posture, but when he saw Quincy, he froze.

He was very sure that Quincy was not a distinguished guest, nor was he a relative of those VIPs.

"Sir, may I ask who you are?" Looking at the young man who was just more than 20 years old, the manager had no idea who he was.

"I'm here to withdraw money." Quincy cut to the chase and announced his purpose.

"Sir, do you have the Supreme Card?" Quincy's calm expression confused the manager. The VIPs who did the transaction in the VIP room had at least 30 million in savings. This young man obviously didn't have it, but why was he so calm?

"No." Quincy admitted honestly.

"Sorry, we can't withdraw money for you without the card. Do you have anything else to do?" Upon hearing that, the manager was relieved and changed the address to 'you'.

This young man must be crazy. Why did Lacey let him in? At the meeting on Monday, he had to mention it.

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

"That's right." The manager was shocked. The fingerprint identification system introduced by the bank was for the wealthiest families and consortia. Only a handful of people were able to enter their fingerprints in this system. At least, no one in the JM City Branch had used it yet.

"Sir, you want to use it?" The manager involuntarily used "sir".

"Yes." Quincy nodded.

The manager was dubious. Quincy didn't look like a rich man at all. Could he really be someone whom the fingerprint identification could be used to?

To be honest, the manager felt that he 99.99% did not believe him, but he thought for a few seconds and finally decided to let Quincy try. What if he was qualified?

Very quickly, the manager took out the unused "fingerprint identification device" from the safe.

The manager signaled to Quincy. "Just put your finger here."

Quincy placed his thumb on the verification area.

"Beep!"

The device emitted dazzling red light, and the LCD screen displayed the words "Not included in the fingerprint database"!

Immediately, the manager's expression changed and hostility shot out from his eyes. He stopped flipping the phone and was ready to call the police.

"Calm down!"

Quincy hurriedly said, "I may have remembered wrongly. I'll try using my index finger again."

The manager sneered. Would this work? He would keep changing fingers and when the ten fingers were used up, he would try his toes, wouldn't he?

The manager made up his mind that he couldn't do it again, and he would call the police to arrest Quincy.

Just as he was fantasizing, Quincy had pressed his index finger on the verification area.

"Beep!" The device emitted green light. "Verification succeeded. The family account number is 01 and the verified person Quincy's account number is 01104."

The manager was instantly surprised. He looked at Quincy in disbelief. He quickly stood up and smiled, "Mr. Quincy, I'm sorry for my negligence. I'm Bailey Chavez, the client manager of JM City Branch of the Citibank. I'd appreciate your kindness."

"It's fine," Quincy said indifferently. He stood up and said, "Can I see how much money I have in my account?"

"Wait a second." After saying that, Bailey sat in front of the computer and operated it. Following Bailey's instructions, Quincy pressed a few more times.

"Alright, Mr. Quincy." Bailey clicked the "OK" button on the screen and the details of Quincy's account appeared.

Bailey pointed at the number on the computer screen under the account balance and said, "Mr. Quincy, your personal account currently has one hundred and forty-eight hundred..."

"No!" Bailey suddenly realized that the number was wrong. "It's 1,486.438462 million."

After reading the number, Bailey couldn't help but gasp.