"Then we'll never see each other again, let's just say goodbye."

Having said that, Song Hao couldn't force the other party to exchange gold for him.

So he put the thick wad of bills in his pocket and did not have any more conversations with Frazier until he left the house.

As he said, Valentine's bank is on the right side of the police station and directly in front of the pub, just a few dozen steps away.

I saw Song Hao calmly lighting a cigarette, leaning against the corner of the wall, and carefully observing the surrounding environment.

Nowadays, people are running towards the square not far away, so there are not many men wandering around here, which is barely acceptable.

The risk is not very high.

After all, he didn't want to be seen walking into the bank by some malicious guys just after his identity as a bounty hunter was revealed.

It's obvious what consequences that will have...

Seeing that the time was almost up, he put on his cowboy hat, stepped on the muddy dirt road, and walked into the lobby of the bank.

Man, I've never felt so confident.

"Welcome, how can I serve you?"

As soon as I stepped through the door, a woman wearing stockings came up to me, with a pungent smell of perfume.

Song Hao did not rush to respond to the other party, but first checked the security environment inside the bank. This was a habit of a hunter.

There were very few people doing business at this time, and a slender lady stood in the corner with a white top hat trimmed with lace.

At a simple glance, the noble temperament of the whole person is incompatible with Valentine's rural simplicity.

Whose rich woman?

She seemed to also see Song Hao here, so she squatted down slightly and showed a decent smile.

Since everyone was so polite and Song Hao was not a country bumpkin, he slowly took off his cowboy hat and put it in his arms.

Show your gentlemanly demeanor.

"No need to trouble you, let me handle it myself."

He first cleaned up the mud on the soles of his shoes on the carpet, and then strolled up to the teller: "I want to talk to your manager here."

"I'm sorry, manager, it's not convenient right now. If you don't mind, sir, I can help you."

Having said that, Song Hao, whose vision was incredible, just glanced inside the office and soon spotted the figure of a man with a tall hat and a beard.

At this time, he sat down on the table and boldly showed off his fat belly, his expression was quite intoxicated.

If his guess is correct, he is currently experiencing pleasure with his female secretary, which is indeed a bit inconvenient.

But I don’t care about that!

Time waits for no one.

So Song Hao knocked the bell in the hall and said at the same time: "My business is not something that a small employee like you can handle."

"Please go and inform the manager inside, and give me a message. There is a customer who doesn't have much patience."

"If he's really busy, I wouldn't mind going to the bank in Rhodes Town."

Upon hearing this, the employee sitting on the chair did not dare to neglect, thinking that he had met some famous and wealthy businessman, so he hurried to the office on the inner floor.

A few minutes passed quickly, and the man with a tall hat and a beard with a relaxed expression walked out slowly: "I'm really sorry, I was just processing documents and kept you waiting for so long."

What I have to say is that it is a bit ridiculous that he is still pretending to be serious even though he is clearly disheveled.

It's just that everyone outside heard your gasping.

"Do you want to consult for business?"

"I want to talk to your bank about currency exchange cooperation, but standing outside is a bit distracting."

Song Hao didn't give him a good look, and looked at the soft leather sofa inside, indicating that he could sit there and talk.

The manager didn't have much to say, so he obediently used the key to open the iron door for defense, and led him to sit in the VIP room.

During this process, no one noticed that the lady in the corner suddenly showed an incredible smile.

Soon, the female secret room who knew the rules brought a cup of high-quality jasmine tea, which smelled fresh and elegant.

As a bank manager, Onner motioned her out with his eyes: "Sir, there are only two of us here now."

"You can feel free to speak out. Of course, as long as it is within the bank's capabilities, we will do our best to serve you."

Song Hao kept the fragrance of jasmine in his throat until he tasted it carefully before swallowing it.

Then he tapped the table with his right hand rhythmically and asked his question: "What is the current price of gold?"

"As far as the price of gold in the western market is concerned, it is currently 20.36 per ounce, which is equivalent to twenty U.S. dollars being exchanged for thirty grams of gold."

"I don't know how much you want to exchange?"

At first glance, you may find it incredible that the value of the U.S. dollar can reach such an expensive level.

But don’t forget one thing. This is the United States in the early 20th century, and this ratio is considered normal.

Otherwise, how can we say that fifty dollars is enough to buy a luxurious country villa?

Back to the topic, Song Hao pretended to cough a few times and asked Onner to lower the curtain in the office.

This can effectively prevent people from outside from peeking inside.

After ensuring safety, he took out a thick stack of banknotes from the hidden layer of his pocket.

The unique printing smell and sporadic blood stains on the surface made Anna's eyes suddenly light up in front of him.

He doesn't care whether the money was stolen from a dead person, he only cares about whether it can get into his own pocket.

"If I remember correctly, there is a total of more than six hundred US dollars here. You can count the amount."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Onner, who couldn't wait for a long time, quickly took the banknotes in his hand, put on his gold eyes, and began to make careful calculations.

The entire banknote verification process was very quiet. He didn't even dare to take a breath, for fear that he would suffer a loss if he made a few wrong banknotes.

Song Hao thought to himself: This is the evil capitalist that people cursed. The greedy expression on his face is indeed worthy of his reputation.

So after a long wait, Oonner finally wiped his glasses with a towel: "Sir, I have counted it again. The total is 612 US dollars. I will give you the total of some of the cents taken out, just as a token of appreciation from the bank."

Song Hao nodded. The amount was similar to what he estimated, so there was no need to double-check.

Unexpectedly, just when Onner was about to store it in a transparent plastic bag, he began to fumble again: "Wait a moment."

In the surprised eyes of the other party, he actually took out a few strings of pearl jewelry from his pocket: "Then let's settle these together."

Someone has never seen such a generous Western cowboy, let alone in such a small Valentine town.

Even if this wealth were placed in Saint-Denis in the west, it would still be received personally by the president.

Could it be some wealthy businessman who traveled here?
Chapter completed!