Mr. Jiobaf was put into a body bag, and then, under the gaze of the crowd, was sent to the morgue.
The bank was foreclosed, but the people standing outside the bank were bewildered.
Mr. Jiobaf is dead. Who are they supposed to ask for their money now?
The savings accumulated over one or even two generations by those families, who can return it to them?
Lance knew about Mr. Jiobaf's suicide immediately, as the people from the Imperial Chamber of Commerce had been monitoring the situation here since most of them were lucky.
Upon Lance's reminder, they had already withdrawn their funds from the bank in advance.
At this moment, a large number of members of the Imperial Chamber of Commerce gathered at Lance's company. The house wasn't too small, but with so many people inside, it felt crowded.
It's time to change to a bigger house.
Roger sighed, "I've known Mr. Jiobaf for at least thirty years, he's always been a remarkable person in my mind when it comes to banking management."
