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"Dear Mr. Ian Carle, your house is quite large and covers a large area. According to the current market value, the total value of your house is $550,000, of which the land is worth $500,000 and the house is worth $50,000."

"This is the total amount of taxes you need to pay. Please take a look."

Ian Carey looks to be about 50 years old, with short hair and a short beard. Both his hair and beard are white. He is a little fat, but you can still tell that he was a strong man when he was young.

He stared blankly at the person in front of him for a while, then turned his gaze back to the person behind him.

In the ruins behind him, seven or eight men and women, young and old, were working together to carefully move the wood from the ruins, trying to find something usable from the ruins.

But……

The fire is merciless.

They turned over piece of burnt charcoal wood with hope, but when they turned over the wood, it brought them only disappointment.

After staring at his family for a while, Ian turned around and looked at the middle-aged man next to him and asked:

"You mean, when my house burned down and I had nothing, you came and collected taxes from me for my land?"

"Is it right?"

"Yeah!" The middle-aged man nodded slightly and flipped through the documents in his hand nonchalantly:

"In this world, the only things that are inevitable are taxes and death. Of course, when you die, you also have to pay taxes when you buy a cemetery plot."

"Do you think you need to apply for an extension? You can apply for a maximum of three extensions, 7 days each, for a total of 21 days."

"If you are unable to pay the taxes after 21 days, we will apply for an auction of the land you hold and after paying enough taxes, if there is any remaining funds, those funds will be returned to your bank account."

"I..." At this moment, Ian clenched his fists and wanted to punch the middle-aged man, but before he could raise his arm, he put it down. The movement was so subtle, as if the hand had never been raised.

Directly in front of the two men, looking through the passage between two ruins, they could clearly see a Bradley tank.

On top of the tank, the machine gun was loaded, with a golden ammunition belt hanging on it. Behind the machine gun was a machine gunner who looked very young.

Those light blue eyes scanned the surroundings like a radar, and those still somewhat immature hands carefully controlled the machine gun, pointing the muzzle at the ruins on both sides of the road, as if a large number of enemies were buried in the surrounding ruins.

Creak.

The tank tracks rolled over the asphalt road, making a crisp sound. The people who were busy in the ruins subconsciously looked up when they heard the strange sound.

But the moment I looked up, I saw the tank.

And there was the muzzle of the gun pointed at him.

Seeing this scene, the busy people quickly lowered their heads and casually flipped through everything they could see, pretending to be busy.

Behind the Bradley tanks were several armored personnel carriers, military trucks transporting supplies, and excavators.

Ian stood in the distance, watching all this with an expressionless face.

When the camp was completely completed, he couldn't help but let out a groan. After the groan, he started the tractor and drove towards the city of San Antonio.

There is no bank in the town, so you have to go east into Boston and go to a bank in San Antonio to withdraw money.

The town is not far from San Antonio, only about twenty kilometers, but the tractor is not fast, and it took about fifty minutes to walk twenty kilometers.

After entering the city, Ian did not delay, but went directly to the nearest bank, which was also the Norman Investment Bank that handled the mortgage.

However, what he did not expect was that there was a long queue in front of the bank, which was supposed to be deserted.

And it wasn't just an ordinary queue. These people lined up, holding bank cards in their hands, and shouted loudly into the bank:

"Open the door, we want to withdraw money, and we want it now!"

"Open the door! Open the door quickly!"

"Open the door quickly!"

Listening to the roaring sound, Ian belatedly noticed that although the bank door was crowded with people, the bank was not open but closed.

Through the glass door of the bank, I could vaguely see people inside, but I couldn't see them coming to open the door.

With curiosity, he walked towards the person closest to him and asked in a low voice:

"May I ask what happened?"

The person being asked turned around and saw that Ian looked similar to him, so he simply took out his bank card and shook it, and asked:

"Are you here to withdraw money too?"

"I'm here to get money to pay the property tax!" Ian answered truthfully, but he never expected that the man in front of him would just smile faintly when he heard this, and then raised his hand and pointed at the person in the queue in front of him:

"These people are here to withdraw money to pay property taxes."

"In addition to withdrawing money to pay property taxes, I also come here to receive post-disaster reconstruction subsidy loans."

"It's just that there seems to be a little problem with our bank. They are closed."

After listening to the man's explanation, Ian tilted his head and began to think hard about what post-disaster reconstruction subsidy loans were.

After thinking for a while, he simply asked.

The person who had just spoken patiently answered the question: "Perhaps you haven't arrived yet. In the suburbs of San Antonio, anyone whose house was destroyed in the fire can receive an $800 disaster reconstruction subsidy here."

"Fifteen percent interest."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a sudden commotion in front of the team. Ian quickly turned his head to look forward, only to find that the person in the front could not wait any longer and simply pried a floor tile from the ground and started banging on the door with it.

Just one door away, inside the bank.

Branch president Rowley is on the phone in his office:

"Each household is given an eight hundred dollar cash loan. Do you know how many people there are?"

"According to statistics, there are more than 20,000 damaged houses in San Antonio. If we give a loan of $800 to each of these 20,000 houses, and we have to give it, that means a total of $16 million in loans."

"That's all cash. If San Antonio can come up with $10 million in cash right now, I'd be thankful."

"On top of this damn loan, there's also that damn tax."

"The IRS is really desperate for money. Sending someone to collect taxes at this time is simply outrageous. It's outrageous to the extreme."

"With the disaster reconstruction subsidy loan and the tax collection by the IRS, our branch needs to have at least $40 million in cash within three days to have sufficient liquidity."

"If you can allocate cash to me, I can pay it slowly over time, but if you don't allocate cash to me, I can only watch."

"You asked me where the funds went? Wasn't it recently transferred away by your head office? Do I need to remind you?"

"I don't care about your board and shareholder changes, I don't care about your reasons, if you want me to solve the problems here, give me the funds."

"never mind!"

"I quit."

"goodbye!"

With a bang, Rowley threw the phone in his hand to the ground, turned around and pulled off the tie hanging around his neck, threw away his employee ID, turned around and grabbed the coat on the clothes rack. He didn't wear it, just held it in his hands, opened the door and walked out of the office.

In the corridor outside the office, more than 20 people from the entire branch gathered in the corridor. When they saw Rowley coming out, they immediately turned their attention to him.

No one spoke, but their eyes spoke for them.

Facing the gazes of these people, Luo Li spread his hands:

"There is only one million dollars in cash in the bank account now, which is not enough for the people outside to share."

"So I'm ready to run away now. I'll see you later."

After leaving these words, Rowley put on his clothes and ran as fast as he could to the back door of the bank, opened the door, rushed to the parking lot, drove away.

After he left, the employees in the corridor came to their senses belatedly, and then they looked at each other and ran away.

As the last person ran out of the back door, the tempered glass revolving door at the main entrance also completed its mission.

The glass was broken in an instant and turned into pieces all over the sky.

The people who rushed into the bank lobby were also dumbfounded.

There was no one in the hall.

There is not a single staff member!

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At this moment, those who rushed into the hall felt that they were being fooled, especially those at the front.

They were originally doing business, but the bank staff suddenly politely asked them to leave the hall, saying that the bank had some business to upgrade and that irrelevant personnel needed to leave first.

They went out obediently.

But when I came back, the bank staff were gone and I couldn't do business anymore.

The more these people think about it, the angrier they get, and the more they lose.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

Slowly, the anger turned into flames, completely burning the little bit of rationality in their hearts.

certainly.

The black guys were the ones whose rationality burned out the fastest. They picked up the tables and chairs in the hall and started smashing them around crazily.

Crackling and crashing!

New York, Wall Street.

As the world's financial center, Wall Street is not short of sudden wealth, bankruptcy, and jumping off buildings.

Such things happen every day on Wall Street, and the Wall Street elites who call themselves the Wolves of Wall Street are no longer surprised by this.

But today, these Wall Street elites are like crazy, rushing to the investment banks on Wall Street as quickly as possible, trying to withdraw the funds they have invested in those investment banks.

However, they acted quickly, and the big guys who knew the news were even faster than them.

At the Norman Investment Bank headquarters, several tall white men stared at the so-called professional bank manager in front of them for a long time before gritting their teeth and asking in a cold voice:

"What did you mean by that?"

The professional bank manager spread his hands and said nonchalantly:

“There’s no money in the bank account!”

"All the money in the bank is invested in real estate. We just need to wait for the real estate to gradually rise in value and collect enough profits."

"But..." The professional bank manager stopped talking and took out a lighter from his pocket, a grinding wheel lighter.

Then he took out a cigar and gently pressed the grinding wheel with his right thumb. The grinding wheel rubbed against the flint, sparks flew, and ignited the kerosene in the lighter.

The flame was brought to the edge of the cigar, and the flame burned the cigar. After a while, a light blue smoke was exhaled from the professional manager's mouth:

"A fire, a fire that came out of nowhere, disrupted everything."

"The money has been lent out, but the house has not been sold, and the secondary market has been completely disrupted by the fire, so there is no way to replenish the funds."

“And now you want to withdraw money again.”

The manager held the cigar in his right hand and exhaled all the smoke he had just inhaled, making a beautiful circle.

As the ring dissipated, he pointed at the smoke and said:

"Now, if you continue to help the investment banks and help them get through this difficult time, we will be able to make more profits in the future."

“If you insist on withdrawing your investment now, then I can only say one thing.”

The manager threw the cigar in his mouth to the ground, stepped on it with his right foot, and crushed the cigar into pieces with his foot.

Then he gritted his teeth and said:

"Everyone, Norman Investment Bank has gone bankrupt."

After saying this, the manager quickly pulled out a pistol from his pocket and fired at the people in front of him.

After finishing one magazine, he replaced it with a new one and started firing like crazy again.

After two rounds of output, there were only dead bodies left in front of the manager.

He changed another magazine, and this time, instead of shooting other people, he pointed the gun at his own forehead and pulled the trigger calmly.

There was a bang of a gunshot, blood spurted out from the back of his head, and he was deader than dead.

Half an hour later, the announcement, which proved that the professional managers had prepared it long ago, was issued at the set time.

[Dear investors, gentlemen and ladies, as a professional manager of Norman Investment Bank, I would like to say sorry to you all.

I am a loser. I didn't take good care of everyone's funds. I'm sorry.

Although I am reluctant to leave this world and everyone, the only thing I can do is to use my life to pray for a tiny bit of comfort from everyone.

Here, I need to apologize to you all. I'm sorry for disturbing your lives.

But all this has to be done.

If there is a next life, I will definitely not be a bank manager again.

Dear investors, gentlemen, and ladies, the sad words end here, and the following is the main text.

Norman Investment Bank has been committed to helping homeless people who are unable to buy houses buy suitable houses, giving themselves a home and providing themselves and their families with a shelter from the wind and rain.

However, things don't always go as planned.

A big fire, a fire that swept across America, made Norman Investment Bank realize what it means to do one's best and leave the rest to fate.

We have been making steady progress and have been identifying and addressing gaps.

But America was on fire, and a huge fire spread across the country, destroying all the houses.

Our investment has also become a joke.

So, I need to announce to everyone here that Norman Investment Bank is completely bankrupt from now on.

I wish you all a good dream! 】