I'm not Doraemon, I'm just a salesman

Despite this, Miller still worried everyone immediately.Especially those who he ordered to do such things found that they received text messages similar to Miller's!

No matter how much they put in, one dollar or one hundred dollars, it keeps increasing at a rate of [-] percent per hour.

Even if he believed that this thing could not really turn into exaggerated wealth, Miller still immediately ordered to trace the source of the text messages and reported the matter to Congress.

Congress also urgently ordered the Treasury Department and the Federal Reserve to contact the top executives of major banks, and even prepared to temporarily shut down the online trading system when necessary to prevent larger problems.

But - when five hours passed and the time came to ten o'clock in the evening.

Two emergency calls from the Federal Reserve and the Treasury Department made Miller's face change drastically!

They investigated all the accounts and found that during this period, the numbers of more than 300 bank accounts showed the above-mentioned abnormal increase!

And that's not the point - the biggest trouble is that they can't block these accounts!

To be precise, when they blocked the accounts of these abnormal customers, these people were still able to conduct account transactions normally - it was as if they were operating accounts from 'another world'!

This is not the most terrifying thing——

The scariest thing is that when the Federal Reserve was counting its cash reserves, something extremely scary happened.

Their cash reserves had an extra amount of cash that they didn't know where they came from out of thin air.

After verification, those were [-]% genuine banknotes, and even the computer and physical ledger records showed such an extra amount of cash out of thin air.

Miller held his breath for a moment.

The phone slipped from my hand, and as it fell, a text message popped out.

"Thank you for your support outside..."

43.The redemption of bad people

Mike is an absolute rotten person.

He was born in a small town in Florida. His father was a truck driver and his mother worked as a church helper. He had a childhood that was no different from millions of young people throughout the entire Liberty Beacon.

But often such ordinaryness makes it easier for people to fall.

An easy life, good social welfare, and an overly relaxed educational environment in public schools.These are all factors that make people feel happy, and they are often the maximum breeding ground for depravity, and this is how Mike went down the dark path downward.

When he was in middle school, in order to get into the circle of the bullies in his class, he volunteered to run errands for them. It was at that time that he first came into contact with 'cool fans'

In order to fit into the circle he wanted to join, in order to become more 'cool', and in order to make his empty life feel meaningful, he came into contact with those things.

From then on, the fall was natural.

He went to high school and had a girlfriend, but he still couldn't get rid of this damn bad habit.Not only that, he also took his girlfriend with him.In the end, the pregnant girlfriend was picked up by her father and beat him severely, and he was expelled before graduation.

His parents were extremely disappointed with him, gave him a sum of money and the old second-hand car, and kicked him out. When he drove the car around the town's roads in circles, at the intersection, he Looking at all this blankly.

The sight of endless wilderness and tumbleweeds rolling down the road looked like something out of an Eastwood movie - but he knew he was so close to being finished.

In other words, he is finished.

When realizing that they are going to die, everyone actually wants to change for the better.

Mike also began to change himself. He tried to quit those things, tried to find a job to make a living, and tried to make his girlfriend accept the bastard himself...

But reality is not a movie, or Mike is not as lucky as McDonough in "Going Forward" who eventually became a firefighter.

His girlfriend coldly rejected him and even told him that she had aborted the child.His drug rehabs failed over and over again, he couldn't find a place that would let him work, and he had... nothing.

He also had problems of his own. He couldn't get rid of his drugs. He deceived his parents and friends over and over again. He had bad temper and fought with those who didn't want his job. He went to the police station and was thrown out again and again.

In the end, after struggling for several days, he even lost the ability to do bad things. After spending his last penny, he wanted to go home, but was turned away by his parents.

He didn't know until this moment that he was completely finished.

Mike walked tremblingly on the street. His body was shockingly thin, skinny and skinny.Long-term drug use or addictive behavior has caused a serious deterioration of his health, with muscle atrophy and a gaunt face.

His eyes had long since lost all their brilliance, becoming hollow and confused, as if his soul had been pulled away.The skin is pale and unhealthy, losing its vitality and luster.His face was covered with wrinkles of vicissitudes of life and pain, as if his parents' rejection had completely lost his confidence in living.

Confused and ignorant, he staggered up to the roof of the former school and looked blankly at the ground below.

The world was spinning, and as long as he jumped down, his life would be over.

It doesn't matter if a rotten person's life ends like this, no one will feel sorry for him.

But he himself would be close to death, but he was extremely afraid of such a result.He fell down one after another, lying on his back facing the sun shining in the sky, and let out bursts of strong crying.

I have regretted it countless times, and I have to face this life that cannot get better no matter what.

But today, everything changed.

"Hello, Mr. Mike."

A voice with kindness and a smile appeared in front of Mike instead of the blazing fireball. The white smiling mask looked so strange and weird that Mike felt like he was hallucinating again.

Mike struggled to stand up with his bony arms trembling. He looked at the weird man in front of him blankly, as if he still felt that everything was a dream after he was high.

But no, the strange man in front of him still didn't disappear until the difficult reaction passed, which made him sure that this was indeed not an illusion.

"What do you want?"

Mike asked weakly, his body that had been permanently changed and mutilated by the drugs had made him as weak as a dying man.

With his pale face, red eyes, and dry bone-like body, perhaps compared to a human being, he really just looked like a simple corpse.

Qiming tilted his head slightly. He looked at Nimfu next to him. His mouth moved a few times but no words came out.

But that roughly means - do you want to put in a new coin?

Nimfu was also a little silent. To choose such a heavyweight person for the first time by tossing a coin made this little fairy angel a little nervous.

However, she doesn't seem to have any intention of replacing her.

Her master gave her the power to throw coins this time, and Nimfu knew that Qiming was a person who liked to have random fun. In this case, she did not want to go against her master's happiness.

Nimfu, who has a strong pleaser personality in her bones, naturally does not want to disappoint her master.

Moreover, this human may not look like a good person - but maybe he is not bad at heart?

With this thought in mind, Nimfu walked over and stretched out her hand to Mike in his blank eyes.

A shining card exploded in Nimfu's hand, turning into light and dissipating, while a torrent poured into Mike's body.

The accumulated toxins were cleared away in an instant. In addition, this universal card also restructured his brain that had been permanently changed. From a certain perspective, Nimfu transformed this The hopeless guy renovated.

In just an instant, Mike, who was still at a loss, felt like he had been transformed!

He looked at himself in shock, feeling that youthful and energetic body, as if he was still in junior high school, before he was exposed to those damn things!

this, this, this...

Mike has never been a particularly religious person, but he still has a great respect for God because of his mother.And the miracles happening at this moment made him feel a sincere touch and enthusiasm.

"God...you, you must be the angel He sent to save us!"

Mike half-knelt in front of Nimfu enthusiastically, and continued to have the most fanatical attitude towards this angel with fairy wings, but Nimfu chose to hide behind Qiming and hugged his arm tightly, not wanting to talk to this human being. .

"Ha, Mr. Mike, you are right if you say she is an angel... But, I am here to discuss business with you."

Qiming smiled and pinched Nimfu's delicate face, then handed the contract to Mike and continued.

"The help just now is regarded as my assistant's personal behavior, but you are free to choose how to do it. No one can destroy your changes except yourself."

Mike took the piece of paper with some confusion. With his brain that had dropped out of high school for many years, he actually understood this simple contract, but he was still in a state of confusion.

"You...are you going to give me something?"

"That's right, and Mr. Mike, all you have to do is do what you want to do." Qiming smiled.

"There is no fraud or conspiracy. Of course, you can also refuse this contract. We don't care."

reject?How can it be!Such a miracle has already happened to me!Whether it was out of admiration and adoration for the angel, or seeing an opportunity to change his life, how could Mike give up?

No, not at all! ! !

"I agree!!!" he shouted excitedly

"Okay, then as the contract says-" Qiming looked at the burning contract in Mike's hand, pinched his chin and chuckled.

"Then it belongs to you."

The next moment, right in front of Mike, a strange thing suddenly appeared out of thin air.

It was like a miniature building, like a toy built with Lego bricks.It was a reduced bank, only half a meter high, with two simple entrances and exits.

One says loan and the other says save

"Mr. Mike, what you have in front of you is a newly acquired prop - because I have no personal experience in using it, so I can't explain too much to you in detail." Qiming took a picture of the weird building and then took out A card, clearing his throat and reading aloud

"Mr. Mike, welcome to use the product from 22nd Century Home Appliances Company - Compound Interest Bank."

"And I believe that this will definitely bring you an extremely superior and beautiful life."

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44. Money’s little revenge

Compound Interest Bank - This product is something Qiming just obtained not long ago.

His ability allowed him to get this new prop when the transformation ring and the card were about to get messed up.

He had already roughly read the information in it, and after understanding the general idea, he planned to use this authentic product as a prop for the next game.

Is this stuff interesting?Not necessarily, because it only has two functions, and both of them are very 'vulgar'.

It’s money, borrowing money and saving money – nothing but money, money.

As we all know, the currency of any world is often the thing with the largest circulation in that world - in other words, the currency itself that represents value is the least valuable thing.

Qiming didn't plan to play with it, after all, it didn't seem to have any life left in it.In addition, Nimfu wanted to take revenge on these ignorant people, so he simply gave the power of tossing the coin to Nimfu along with this prop.

The coin she tossed chose a not-so-good owner, but no matter what, since fate had made the decision, Qiming had a leisurely mind to look forward to the next performance.

"When using this product, you need a 2x2m space to hold its body. After the placement is completed, you will be able to use all the functions of the interest rate bank."

Qiming took the card usage guide that appeared with the props, cleared his throat and said

"First of all, there is the loan service - Comparison Bank accepts loan applications of any amount, starting from one cent, with no upper limit."

Qiming said, placed the card in front of Mike and smiled.

"The specific meaning is, Mr. Mike, even if you borrow one trillion U.S. dollars from the Comparative Bank, it will lend it to you without hesitation."

Mike's eyes widened slightly, his throat squirmed hard, and he couldn't believe that this could be true.

Unreasonable, unscientific, but it will still come true.

"Then what do I have to pay?" Mike asked with difficulty

"Take it easy, it's just interest." Qiming smiled.

"The interest rate increases by [-]% per hour. In layman's terms, if you borrow ten yuan, then after one hour he will forcibly take away one yuan from you. Then one yuan and ten cents, and so on."

The concept of unlimited borrowing is extremely exaggerated, and the interest growth is also extremely exaggerated.

Mike's thoughts that were dazzled by money suddenly calmed down. Although he dropped out of high school and his math scores were a mess, he also understood that this would be an exaggerated number.

"So what if I can't afford it?"

"He will forcibly confiscate your belongings." Qiming looked at the card and smiled.

"The first is the interest. He will recover all the amount you borrowed. Then he will recover your items, such as your car, your house, your clothes, or the things of the person who owes you money - until you are completely As long as there is no 'thing' left to pay off the debt."

"He...how will he collect the debt?"

Qiming smiled and said nothing, but this silent attitude had given Mike tremendous psychological pressure to some extent.

"Then there's the second function - storage." Qiming turned over the other side of the card and smiled.

“As the name suggests, Comparison Bank accepts storage services of any amount, form, unit, and currency type, and the money stored in Comparison Bank will be protected by the bank itself, and anyone who attempts to withdraw the deposit will be subject to interest rates. Punishment of compound interest banks. Similarly, compound interest banks only allow depositors to deposit time deposits, and even the head of the household cannot withdraw any cent of the deposit before the term arrives."

Does this sound like a simple, extremely solid bank protection business?

No, of course it won't be that simple. Qiming's next words already made Mike feel burning all over his body.

"The bank's fixed-term quota is fixed, starting from one hour, with no upper limit, and our hourly interest rate is [-]%."

Qiming spat out a few words softly, but Mike's eyes were still confused, highlighting a clear stupidity.

So Qiming also kindly explained to him.