Chapter 76: Securing the Bank

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William, fuming with anger, immediately lay down on the sofa in the plane after boarding. He opened the file bag given to him by the English consulate last night. The contents were about the leader of the Albanian mercenaries, Jet Froby Chief.

This man was a scoundrel engaged in smuggling and trafficking women to Europe. Over the years, he had trafficked thousands of women annually to Europe. The file also indicated that he and several other Albanian gangs used male charm to lure young girls from Asia and the Americas to travel to Europe through European airports. Once these girls arrived and couldn't afford expensive hotels, the Albanians would kidnap them, control them with white powder, and turn them into streetwalkers to earn money for the gang.

If they were lucky enough to catch some virgins, these gangs would sell them at high prices to underground auction houses in Europe. These auction houses sold everything, and pretty virgins were also their target. A beautiful virgin could fetch hundreds of thousands of euros. Every year, tens of thousands of girls go missing in Europe and America, and many are victims of these underground auction houses.

Reading through the documents, William was filled with intense anger. Such people, profiting from human suffering, deserved to die. They should be captured and killed immediately. As President Putin once said, forgiveness is for God; our job is to bring them to justice. If you catch them at the airport, drown them in the toilet; if you catch them in the woods, hang them from a tree; if you catch them on the street, run them over with a car.

William was resolute. If he encountered such people, there would be no mercy from him.

An hour later, William landed. At the airport, he called the Four Seasons Hotel in Zurich and booked a presidential suite. He ordered hotel service, and twenty minutes later, he was in a Rolls-Royce provided by the hotel.

The iconic Rolls-Royce Phantom we are familiar with today hadn't been released yet. William considered registering the design and interior of the Phantom as his own, making it his exclusive car in the future and preventing Rolls-Royce from manufacturing it. The thought amused him.

He understood that the Phantom's success in the future was not just because it looked good but also because it was a Rolls-Royce. If Toyota, Honda, or Suzuki had produced it, it wouldn't have fetched such high prices or achieved such fame. Maybe he could indeed try ordering a customized version from Rolls-Royce, demanding their iconic Spirit of Ecstasy emblem, used exclusively by him, even if it cost a bit more.

The driver took William to the National Bank of Zurich. A vice president of the bank was already waiting for him after receiving William's call.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Devonshire. I am Jan Greyson, Vice President of the National Bank," Greyson greeted William with a handshake.

"Hello, Mr. Greyson. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm William Devonshire," William replied. After the introduction, Greyson introduced a bald middle-aged man behind him. "Mr. Devonshire, this is your dedicated account manager, Felix."

"Hello, Mr. Devonshire. It's a pleasure to meet you," Felix said excitedly.

As William's dedicated account manager, Felix's job was to cater to all of William's needs and fulfill his requests, provided William had the money and kept it in the National Bank of Zurich.

"Hello, Felix. It's our first meeting, and I'm pleased to meet you. I'm satisfied with your service so far," William said.

"Thank you, Mr. Devonshire. Thank you for your acknowledgment. I will do my utmost to fulfill your every request," Felix said enthusiastically.

"Please, Mr. Devonshire, let's go to my office," Greyson led William to his office.

After the secretary served coffee, William got straight to the point with Greyson. "Mr. Greyson, let's get to the point. I have confidence in your bank. If you can meet my requirements, I will choose your bank as the exclusive bank for my current operation."

Greyson nodded. "Of course, Mr. Devonshire. We will do everything we can to meet your needs. We are the safest and most confidential bank in Europe. Choosing our bank is certainly a wise decision."

"Alright, I have 90.04 million dollars in cash in England. I want to use this money as collateral to get a loan of 90 million dollars from your bank. Is that feasible?" William asked.

"Generally, there's no problem with that. You're using cash as collateral. However, after you take out a loan from our bank, the cash in England must be monitored by our bank," Greyson explained.

William nodded. "That's not an issue. Secondly, can I transfer my money from Montenegro to your bank right now?"

"Of course, Mr. Devonshire. You don't even need to visit another bank. Just enter the password you used in Montenegro into our system, and the 170 million dollars will be transferred to our bank within ten minutes," Greyson assured him.

"Okay, so that means with the 135.6 million dollars I already have in your bank, I'll have a total of 395.6 million dollars in cash here," William calculated.

"Yes, Mr. Devonshire. Although I've always admired you as a genius, hearing about your wealth again makes me want to personally praise you. Mr. Devonshire, you are truly one of the most brilliant young men in the world," Greyson flattered.

"Haha," William laughed, even though he knew Greyson was flattering him. "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Greyson. I'm here to know how much margin I can get for futures trading with your bank."

Greyson was slightly taken aback. Although he had suspected this, hearing William's request confirmed his thoughts. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Mr. Devonshire, the standard margin for futures in Europe is between 3% to 8%. As a valued client, I can offer you a margin of 5%. Any lower, and I'd have to consult the board."

"5% is too high. I want 3%," William demanded.

"That's impossible, Mr. Devonshire. A 3% margin rate is equivalent to a leverage of 33.3 times. That's too risky for stock index futures. We can't guarantee the safety of the funds. If there's a significant drop or rise, you could lose everything within an hour or two, and we wouldn't have enough time to liquidate the futures. May I ask how much you plan to invest in futures?" Greyson asked.

After a long contemplation, William replied, "350 million dollars, with 49.56 million as additional margin."

Greyson calculated in his head and said, "The risk is enormous. At the current 5000-point index, a 3% margin rate means a loss of nearly 2.5 million dollars for every point the index moves. Your additional margin wouldn't even cover a 20-point fluctuation. The risk is simply too great."

William rolled his eyes. Without risk, who would come to your bank?

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