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Formerly Connie Bank, now Moretti Bank South Street branch.

"They really acquired it?"

A red-haired man looked at the newly installed sign at the bank's entrance with awe, his tone one of amazement.

"Who would have thought? Just two days ago, the Connie family hired us to cause trouble at Moretti Bank. We thought the Moretti family was finished!"

Another burly-looking man also seemed a bit shaken. "Luckily, our boss was quick-witted and managed to get in touch with the Moretti family, otherwise we might be finished by now!"

"That just goes to show how wise the boss is!"

"Of course the boss is wise!"

Johnny, the man being praised by everyone, smiled somewhat reluctantly.

What happened that night was, of course, something that couldn't be said. His story to his underlings was that when he saw things were going badly, he clung to Damian's coattails and told him everything in detail, thus earning Damian's reward.

"But there are so many people!"

A blue-haired thug looked impatiently at the long line of people in front of them. "How long are we going to have to wait?"

"There's nothing we can do; Moretti Bank isn't what it was a couple of days ago."

Another younger brother remarked, "People have a lot of faith in them."

Saving is essentially a form of investment.

After Damian announced a one-point interest rate increase, Moretti Bank's annual interest rate has reached 6%. Money deposited in the bank for a year will increase by six percent, which is no small amount.

In addition, the Moretti family demonstrated considerable wealth, leading people to believe that saving money at this time would be profitable, so naturally, the money came in.

People who had managed to withdraw their money from Moretti Bank a couple of days ago are now sending it back.

More residents are also putting out more money to increase their savings.

As a result, all three banks were now bustling with customers.

"No! I can't wait any longer!"

The blue-haired henchman shouted angrily, "Boss, just like before, squeeze in!"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Johnny broke out in a cold sweat instantly and quickly shouted, "Mr. Damian is my great benefactor! How dare you cause trouble on his property, you bastard?"

After learning that both major banks had been acquired by Moretti Bank, Johnny became even more aware of how terrifying Damian was.

Offend him, and you'll die, without a doubt.

"Then, boss,"

The red-haired younger brother was also getting impatient. He tentatively suggested, "Why don't we go back? There's no need to rush the renovations, is there? The current style of the shop is quite nice, isn't it?"

"No!"

But Johnny was adamant, "I absolutely will not allow my restaurant to be in that dilapidated state!"

The restaurant he got was in a decent location in the port area, so he didn't have to worry about customers.

However, it was previously run by thugs from the Barto club, and the overall style could only be described as battle-damaged.

Johnny is planning to renovate the restaurant.

He just didn't have any money.

So he was going to take out a loan.

It can also be considered as supporting Lord Damian's cause.

The underlings sighed and complained, but there was nothing they could do; after all, Johnny was the boss.

The bored underlings chatted idly, "Speaking of which, is Mr. Damian's Dream Foundation for real?"

"It can't be a joke, right? It's been declared in the newspapers."

"I heard someone applied at Moretti Bank."

"Oh? Did you secure any investment?"

"Then I don't know."

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The second floor of the building that was formerly Moretti Bank, and should now be referred to as the Moretti Bank headquarters.

Allen was feeling rather uneasy.

There are many people like him.

This is the conference room on the second floor of the bank. In the tiered conference room of the branch, there are about ten people sitting here sparsely.

Allen cautiously observed the other people in the room.

There were both men and women there, some dressed smartly, others barely clothed. Alan, dressed simply, blended in without standing out at all.

However, what they all had in common was that almost everyone had an expectant look on their faces.

Everyone comes with their own purpose, or rather, they all come for their own dreams.

dream!

Allen stood ramrod straight, his hands already gripping the faded trousers so tightly they left deep marks.

He still has some regrets.

Should we really come?

Investing in dreams sounds incredibly unreliable.

Could it be a cover for human trafficking? Such things are quite common at sea.

But thinking about the humiliations he had suffered over the years, he became more determined.

It can't get any worse!

Only.

The conference room door was pushed open, and the robust old butler stepped aside, allowing Damian, dressed in a suit and tie and wearing a coat, to strode in.

Everyone fell silent instantly, staring intently as Damian walked onto the stage.

Damian looked around at the people in the conference room; they were all different and diverse.

"You have all come here for your dreams, and you have already gone through several rounds of screening before being notified to come here, so I won't waste any more words."

Damian stated directly, "Next, I will announce the first batch of recipients of the Dream Foundation's investment."

Before the words were even finished, everyone present involuntarily held their breath.

Allen was sweating with nervousness. Without a doubt, this was the moment he had come closest to realizing his dream!

Damian took a stack of documents from the old butler, opened the first page, glanced at it, and then looked up at the audience.

It must be said that even after several rounds of screening, eliminating those who wanted to take advantage of the situation and cheat out of funding, the majority of the dozen or so people present still had a gray aura.

Only four people were different.

Three are green and one is blue.

That's not bad either.

"A total of four people were selected this time."

Damian said, "First one, Ms. Dora."

He looked at a thin, middle-aged woman.

The woman was initially bewildered, then her eyes trembled as she stood up, her voice trembling. "Lord Damian, I... I didn't hear wrong, did I?"

"certainly,"

Damian smiled. "Ms. Dora, your dream is to open a pastry shop to support your seven children, right? It's a wonderful dream, and I have no reason not to help you."

"Uncle Tyrone, does your family have any related businesses?"

The old butler pondered for a moment, then said, "I'll have someone go and buy one right away."

"very good."

Damian nodded in satisfaction.

"..."

In the silence, two lines of tears silently slid down the face of the ragged woman. Since her husband's unexpected death, she had never felt so relaxed.

"Thank you, thank you for your generosity!"

All she could do was keep bowing to Damian.

"No need to thank me, this is an investment."

Damian smiled and said, "Investment is for returns; you just need to run the store well."

"yes!!"

The woman wiped away her tears; her body was thin and bony, yet her voice was incredibly loud.

"Please have a seat."

As he helped the woman sit down, Damian turned to the second page of the document.

Everyone looked at him with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation.

it is true!

This Mr. Damian is truly going to make their dream come true!

Damian then announced two more names.

One man wanted a boat to go out to sea and dreamed of becoming an explorer.

Another person wanted to join the Navy, but was rejected several times due to illness. Damian also fulfilled their dreams.

After all, they're all very simple.

Then, Damian flipped to the end of the document.

Everyone's heart was in their throat.

There's only one spot left!

Allen broke out in a cold sweat; this was his last chance to avenge himself!

"Allen".

Damian read out the last name.

Allen's mind went blank, and he didn't immediately realize what had happened.

"Mr. Allen?"

It wasn't until Damian read it a second time.

"I am Allen!"

Allen instinctively stood up, sniffling and acting like a madman, "It's me, Allen!"

Damian glanced at the extremely excited man, then looked down at the documents in his hand, and finally looked up at him again. After a long while, he couldn't help but chuckle and said...

"Mr. Allen, you want a private laboratory and sufficient funding. Your dream is to develop a drug, a treatment, um,"

He paused, then said, "Medications for erectile dysfunction, right?"

"That's right!"

Allen proudly puffed out his chest. "This is my dream! I've already made some progress, but the funding has run out, and the research is becoming unsustainable!"

The men present couldn't help but cast admiring glances at him.

Damian also tried to suppress his laughter.

You are undoubtedly the greatest philanthropist in Rogge Town.

"Great dream, I, Damian, threw it."