After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire
Chapter 584 Threaded

Chapter 584 Threaded

Annoyed, Susan was glaring at him. She was irritated by his attitude of ordering her around.

Anyway, Susan thought Manuel was working for her. She would be his boss someday.

But blanking Susan's fury, Manuel took out his laptop from Susan's arms and plunged to work, with his agile finger playing smoothly on the keyboard.

Susan was so mad again at the effect of Manuel's neglect that she turned her head to the window.

But in the car window, she could see the side of his face. He was focusing on the screen conscientiously as if anything happening around him could not disturb him.

All of a sudden, Susan was aware that she had paid too much attention to this guy these days, so she tried to distract herself away.

Manuel was not aware of Susan's tiny moves since he was completely focusing on his job.

His guess was right.

He did not replace any clue showing the inner network of Phillips Bank had been ever hacked. There was no means for Sway to snatch any of Phillips Bank's confidential information. So the trouble was impossibly made by them.

Now Manuel had a suspicion-Henry Parker.

Henry wanted to chase him off the company by using this occasion. Without Manuel who restrained his development, Henry must be able to regain Edward's trust and at length snatch the chairman seat. So the answer went clear Henry's target was him, Manuel.

And the best way to get rid of Manuel was to make him fail to fulfil the promise he had made before the board.

Making people think it was a result of a competitive market, that was Henry's ruse.

Manuel pondered in silence.

Soon the car arrived at the site, the largest branch of Phillips Bank in Kensbury.

Security guards of the bank were in place to maintain order, and the police officers were also doing their best to cool down the crowd. However, the noisy crowd still kept yelling for Phillips Bank to do the 'right' thing, otherwise, they would not leave.

The sight of the jostling and swearing crowd startled Susan since she wasn't informed ahead.

Without a chance to ask, Susan found Manuel had left the car and headed to the chaotic crowd. After hesitating for a while, she rushed out and followed the man before.

The appearance of Manuel muted the crowd for minutes.

"I am Manuel Johnson, the General Manager of Phillips Bank," Manuel introduced himself.

As soon as the sentence completed, the crowd was exploded.

"Well, the big boss shows up finally. Then you must fulfil the promise that your bank made to us. And explain the reason why our bonus was so low since we've joined you for 2 years." Someone said. "Compared to the colossal profit you had, what we gained is just a small bite of cake. According to the contract we signed with you, we put money into your bank account, and we can share 50% of the profits you earned out of our deposit. But now, what we have is only 20% at most." The other added.

"Explain it, and compensate for our loss." Another required.

Watching so many people, yelling and shouting, Manuel was serious.

They were significant trouble makers which were listed at the top of Susan's dislikes.

"Quiet, please. I have the answer you need." Manuel started, as calm and cautious as always, without losing his cool head before the fussy crowd, and continued, "This financial project originated from Phillips Bank's sincerity in benefiting our customers to express our gratefulness. And that's the reason the product has been on sale as shortly as only one week, and the number of the customer was rather limited." "True. We waited in a long queue for a whole night to get the ticket. But now it turns out to be a lie," someone interrupted, yelling furiously as a victim after being deceived.

Then more people echoed and followed.

Manuel had to raise his voice to say, "What I meant is that financial product is indeed the most beneficial one in the recent decade. And the bonus that Phillips Bank shares with you is also unprecedentedly considerable, compared to similar ones in every other bank. Based on the deposit and the bonus you gained at last, please do the math yourself, see the sum you've gained, and compare with the interest you can have under the regular interest rate..."

"This is not the answer we want!" A head of the crowd disturbed, "What we gained is what we deserved. A relatively remarkable benefit should not be the reason for you to fail your promise."

"We have given what we promised," Manuel retorted, taking out a contract, "the contract said, the customers could share 50% of the net profit which equals the number income minus operational cost, other than the actual income. If this is the actual income, this must be a project in the red for our bank!"

"Who knows how much is the net profit? Did you show us the financial statement every time before you allotted the bonus? You didn't. Why? That's because you were deceiving us time after time." Someone pointed it out.

A slight change appeared on Manuel's face.

They should have not been so professional without being briefed, or even trained before, he thought.

"I can show you the financial statement now, at once." Said Manuel composedly.

He had spent much time working out the financial statement in the car.

"It's hard for us to understand! How can we know if the one you show us is correct?"

The group of people were making trouble, other than searching for solutions.

"So why did you ask for the financial statement, if you cannot understand."

"You!" the man was beaten over, with a flush in anger.

Standing beside him, Susan was amazed by her discovery that Manuel was a good debater.

"I have prepared both the statement and the solution you need. Please come to our VIP lounge. I will give you a clear reply." Manuel said it loud.

He must quiet down the incident as soon as possible, because the longer it lasted, the poorer the bank's reputation became.

"No way!" Sensing an air of compromise from the others, the head grew anxious and shouted, "Don't trust him. If you follow him now, he will threaten us and stop us to fight for the benefit we deserve. Just give the solution here, in front of all these cameras. Don't fall into his trap again!"

Manuel's face darkened.

The one who led the crowd certainly wanted to make a fuss.

"According to the law of Northfield, rumour-mongering, rabble-rousing, and intentional defamation are listed as crimes. Given the negative effect you created for Phillips Bank, you will face a charge that could bring you a decade in jail!"