How can I justify myself as a Magnate if I don't indulge myself?-Chapter 551 - 253: Not Everyone Can Be Offended..._2

"You're extorting me. I'm calling the police!"

"Oh, suit yourself."

The boss didn't care even a bit about Zhuo Wei's threat.

Old Paris District is a tourist area, where all the hotels are large, and it's nearly impossible to find a few guesthouses.

People like Zhuo Wei who show up in the Old Paris District without a passport are likely illegal immigrants; he's scammed these kind of stowaways no less than eighty times if not a hundred, so he was well-practiced and absolutely sure Zhuo Wei wouldn't dare call the police. That's why he was so brazen.

And just as the boss expected...

Zhuo Wei didn't dare to call the police...

Hua Country had an extradition treaty with France...

With so many days without contact, entertainment industry capital must have already filed a report by then. With extortion amounts reaching tens of millions, he was already a felon. Once the domestic police couldn't find him, a warrant for his arrest might be issued...

Now he didn't even have the status of a French citizen, so if the police showed up, he'd be handed over to immigration control. Wouldn't that at least result in his deportation, making his several hundred thousand US dollars spent on smuggling go to waste?

Thinking of this, Zhuo Wei could only swallow his anger and said resentfully, "Fine, I'll pay! How much?"

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Upon hearing this, the boss's face showed a greedy smile and he shrugged, "Prices have gone up, 500 euros a day. If you're staying for a week, it's 3000 euros."

500 euros a day?

Even a suite in a five-star hotel in Paris doesn't cost that, right?

Zhuo Wei originally wanted to argue a bit, but seeing the boss's 'take it or leave it' look, he didn't say anything. He pulled out his wallet, took out five hundred-euro bills, and handed them over...

The boss saw that there wasn't much left in the wallet and knew this guy was running out of swindle, so he didn't bother to linger. He took the money and went directly away from Zhuo Wei's door, knocking on the next...

Zhuo Wei, who had closed the door again, glanced at the barely 200 euros left in his wallet and couldn't help feeling a bit distressed...

He had originally brought a whole 100,000 euros, but shortly after arriving in Paris, his suitcase full of money was stolen. If it weren't for the few thousand euros in his wallet, he might have had to sleep on the streets...

He thought that a few thousand euros, if spent frugally, might last him half a month, after which he could contact home. If those investors hadn't filed a report, he would sneak back; if they had, then he'd prepare to settle down in Europe...

But now, on just the fourth day...

A few thousand euros had almost been completely swindled away by these French skinflints...

Thinking back to when he ran his public account, brainwashing others about how civilized a land Europe was, even to the point where illegal immigrants had human rights, he couldn't help but give himself a hard slap...

But slap as he might, he still had to make plans...

200+ euros could at most last him until the same time tomorrow...

Realizing this, he could only take some risks and access the backup assets in his Swiss Bank account...

He was ex-military, so his ability to take action was still good. Once he had a plan, he quickly arrived at a joint office of a Swiss Bank because there were no Swiss Bank branches in Paris, and under the circumstances, it was definitely impossible to run to Switzerland...

When Zhuo Wei, unshaven, arrived at the Swiss Bank's joint office, the staff inside immediately welcomed him with enthusiastic faces, not minding his unkempt appearance at all...

The employees of Swiss Bank had long grown experienced in their work...

They liked the sight of an Asian face appearing so down and out...

Don't be fooled by their appearances similar to that of a homeless person; in actuality, each was richer than the next, and encountering one was considered good luck...

That's why one after another, the staff came up to greet him, eager to handle Zhuo Wei's business...

Such enthusiasm made Zhuo Wei feel momentarily like he was back on top of society...

But as soon as he explained his purpose, the enthusiasm of the employees dropped significantly...

It's all the same with banks, if you're depositing money, you're their boss, but if you're withdrawing, they're your boss.

Domestic banks at least have some regulatory constraints, and they're slightly better. But in the West, this land atop capital, the phenomenon was perfectly played out...

Zhuo Wei could certainly feel the change in attitude before and after, and if it were in the past, he might have been more assertive, like threatening to make a complaint...

But now...

Abiding by the philosophy that less is more, he just wanted to withdraw the money, then find a place to hide and eagerly await news from back home...

Fortunately, the clerk wasn't too unreasonable. Although the warmth had gone, the necessary procedures still had to be carried out...

While Zhuo Wei was sitting and anxiously waiting in the resting area, a few clerks were quietly discussing his "flagged" account...

The so-called "flagged" referred to a risk account, and transactions with these risk accounts were going to be a lot more troublesome...

In the end, they couldn't handle the matter and had to call the head of their office to communicate with Zhuo Wei...

Seeing the office head approaching with several clerks, Zhuo Wei thought they came to apologize for the large sum in his bank account, but as soon as the office head spoke, Zhuo Wei was utterly stupefied.

Mr. Zhuo, your account is a risk account, rated as level 3 risk. If you wish to withdraw funds, you need to provide your identification, national passport, and deposit receipt. We will report within 3-5 business days and then process your withdrawal."

Zhuo Wei: "???"

Except for the identity proof, he couldn't produce any of those documents...

If that was the case, did that mean there was no chance of withdrawing his 2 million US Dollars?

The thought alone sent Zhuo Wei into a panic: "But when I deposited the money, this wasn't what you said. You mentioned that as long as the person withdrawing was the account holder, no procedures were necessary!"

The office head spread his hands in a helpless gesture: "This is something I cannot resolve. It's our bank's internal risk control fully compliant with European Union banking standards. If Mr. Zhuo is dissatisfied with our handling, he can file a complaint with the European Banking Authority, also known as ESMA."

His uncooperative demeanor was identical to the hotel owner's from earlier...

Yet Zhuo Wei was keenly aware that now was absolutely not the time to make a fuss...

Banks were places of intense scrutiny. Causing a ruckus would only lead to his immediate detention...

With that in mind, he could only swallow the bitterness, stand up, and walk straight out of the Swiss Bank office...

Watching his departing figure, one of the clerks couldn't help but say to the office head: "Isn't our handling of this improper? After all, he's a medium client with a deposit of 2 million US Dollars. If he were to complain to headquarters, we might..."

But before the clerk could finish, the office head interrupted: "Don't worry about it. If this man comes back, just brush him off. However, this individual is likely never to return."

Thinking back to the phone call he received a few days ago, the office head felt a twinge of sympathy for Zhuo Wei...

In France, being targeted by the Arnault family's dark reach was an unbearably tragic affair. He knew all too well...

Let alone an immigrant smuggler; even legitimate capitalists without a certain social standing were powerless to fight back...

Currently, just the overt tactics were enough to make Zhuo Wei desperate to live and unable to find death. Were they to truly act maliciously, his fate would be a thousand times more miserable...

After leaving the office, Zhuo Wei hastened towards the hotel...

He was crystal clear he was being targeted...

Although the security level of Swiss Banks wasn't as high as before, they definitely wouldn't alter their standards; otherwise, those people from other countries with illicit money would never agree to deposit in Swiss Banks...

He carefully pondered over whom he might have offended to the extent of influencing a Swiss Bank...

After much thought, there was only one person: Gu Heng...

After all, the relationship between Frederick Arnault and Gu Heng was an open secret...

Realizing all this, he dared not stay in France any longer, nor did he plan to wait for the storm back home to subside. He intended to immediately contact some of the old subordinates he had...

As for the risks, he couldn't consider that much anymore...

With the Arnault family targeting him, it wasn't an exaggeration to say that staying in France was far more dangerous than remaining back home...

For capital powers to crush an illegal immigrant was all too easy...

Now, his feelings were nothing but regret...

Having been domineering in the entertainment industry for so long, he had actually come to believe he could offend anyone...

Now, though he understood that someone at Gu Heng's level needed only a single word to kill someone as unclean as him, it was already too late...