Reborn American Giants

Sitting in the quiet lounge, looking at the busy bank staff, Victor felt a little inexplicable. If he didn't have to do it all over again, he didn't know if he would live like those people outside.

He lived a mediocre life, and finally left only a sad summary on his tombstone: "He was a good man."

Once again, he chose to climb up by any means, just because he wanted to control his own destiny. Of course, fair and honest means were the most deterrent, but Victor had no way to use them, because if he wanted to become a high-ranking person in a short time, he had to use

Those who use coercion and bribery are using shady methods.

To this end, he used the scandal to destroy Congressman Dalvito Nebron. In order to get rid of Police Chief Bande, he single-handedly directed the political storm that swept through the entire officialdom of San Salvador, and successfully achieved his goal.

However, Victor was not satisfied. He always reminded himself in his mind that after embarking on this road, there would be no room to look back. Some political activities can allow you to land safely and move forward at full speed, while other groups will give you headaches.

He fell down and couldn't get up again.

Many people are congratulating you in front of you with a smile on their face, while holding a sharp knife in their other hand, their eyes wandering around looking for the place to cut. This has to make him feel very energetic...

Time passed by unknowingly. The receptionist in the middle came in to refill the coffee twice, and Victor smoked three cigarettes. About half an hour passed, but the bank manager who had made an appointment never showed up.

Show up.

"What's going on?" Nathan glanced at Victor, who was in a daze. This kind of treatment is really unacceptable, not even by Citibank. Have they forgotten the principle that depositors are God?

"Sir, do you want me to go take a look?" Nathan waited impatiently and leaned over to glance at the bustling office area outside the glass door. Then he leaned towards Victor and asked in a low voice, "There is another "Wall Street" today.

"Daily" interview awaits Victor, co-founder of

The establishment of the Source Company has attracted the attention of many people, and Victor has also begun to enter the media's field of vision. Many reporters have issued interview requests to Victor, hoping to hear from the boss of Green Bay Energy who suddenly appeared.

Dig out more insider information about it.

When Victor came back to his senses, he happened to see the receptionist who had just led them the way, pushing out the door of an office at the corner and walking towards them. He raised his head towards the transparent glass door and signaled to everyone inside.

Sen. Wait a moment.

Sure enough, the receptionist pushed open the door to the lounge and said to the three Victors with a programmed smile on his face: "Dear gentlemen, I'm really sorry to keep you waiting, but Manager Lauryn is already in his room.

Everyone is waiting for you in the office."

Atuo still looked expressionless. He always followed Victor's orders first. If Mr. ordered him to smash the fake smile on the receptionist's face, he would definitely act immediately without hesitation, but Victor did not.

No matter how he expressed it, he would just follow Victor closely to protect his safety.

On the other hand, Nathan stared at the receptionist and muttered something in a low voice, which probably meant that Citibank was so irresponsible for neglecting its customers.

Victor shook his head, and Citibank stood up, took Nathan and Atto, and followed the receptionist through the open banking consulting service area and towards the investment manager's office at the back.

Pushing open the door of an office with the nameplate "Investment Consulting Manager Lauryn Mark", a chubby middle-aged man with glasses and some bald hair stood up from behind his desk with an almost humble smile and came over.

.

Don’t think that Laurian is a middle- or senior-level manager just because he has the title of investment consulting manager. In fact, just like in China, in the field of banking and financial investment, the title of manager is like

It's just like the bad street ones, worthless at all. Even a small salesman who pulls in business can still hold the title of manager. This is just to obtain an equal status to facilitate the development of business.

But don’t underestimate Laurian. The fact that he was able to get an independent office with a nameplate at least proves that his business ability is very good. At least within the huge Citibank Head Office in New York, he should be among the top.

.

However, Victor didn’t know until now that the person handling business for him was named Lauryn Mark. At least that was the case before. When he came to New York, although Victor had made many large-scale investments and the flow of funds in his account was very huge, he did

I have never stepped foot in the door of Citibank once.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Jose, for keeping you waiting for so long," Laurian warmly shook hands with Victor and welcomed him to a wealthy man who had handled countless transactions, although he did not meet Victor, the client in his name.

Although they had met each other, he still recognized Victor standing behind Nathan at a glance.

"There was an unreasonable customer causing trouble here just now, so I wasted a little time. I'm really sorry," Laurian explained further. He asked Nathan, who was standing in front of Victor, "This is...

"

"Nathan Miller, my personal lawyer, is responsible for reviewing the documents today. Is there any problem?" Victor said nonchalantly.

"Of course, of course, no problem, this is your right," Laurian said quickly with a smile on his face: "Citibank is a financial institution with assets all over the world and serves nearly 150 million customers around the world. Our directors

Our manager often tells us that the customer’s requirements come first.”

"Hello, Mr. Miller," Nathan reached out and shook hands with Nathan, then turned his eyes to Victor again and greeted warmly: "Please sit down, please, some coffee or black tea."

"Coffee," Victor said casually, sitting on the sofa in the reception area.

"Abby, Abby," Laurian greeted loudly, and soon a short-haired woman wearing a tight little suit and a gray skirt opened the door and came in. Victor found that there was something familiar, just for a moment.

I couldn't remember where I had seen her. Laurian quickly ordered: "Abby, bring in three cups of coffee, thank you."

Looking at the floral silk scarf tied around the neck of the short-haired woman, Victor finally remembered that this Abby was the Citibank private account manager who greeted him at the airport last time. Her name seemed to be Abigail.

Brenda.

When Abby brought the coffee in and placed it in front of Victor and others one by one, she smiled at Victor secretly, then quickly opened the door and left.

Laurian put a thick stack of documents on the table and pushed it in front of Victor, "Mr. Jose, these are the details of the flow of funds in your bank account and the corresponding liability clauses. You can take a look.

, if you think there is no problem, there are several places where signatures and fingerprint records need to be left. You can rest assured that Citibank will implement strict confidentiality measures for your signature and fingerprint records and will not disclose them without your authorization.

Under such circumstances, no one can access it at will."