They would just switch to another bank and sell it there.
This gold they were carrying had to be sold in one shot today.
Even one extra day could make its value shoot up sky-high.
Over a hundred tons of gold flooding the market all at once was no joke.
They had to cash it out immediately.
Every extra day that gold sat in their hands was like burning money.
Then Nami rested her elbow directly on the pile of gold and looked up coolly.
"Now can I talk to your bank president in person?"
Hearing that, the bank manager's face flashed with fear.
He bowed at ninety degrees and scrambled out with his tail between his legs.
Before long, an old, frail man with a monocle walked into the room.
Once inside, he barely glanced at the pile of gold, then sat down at the desk and calmly looked at Nami and Raynor.
Nami and Raynor exchanged a look and nodded.
This bank clearly had some real strength.
That old man was full of confidence—even with that much gold right in front of him, he only glanced at it.
Doing business with this bank probably wouldn't be a problem.
At that, the steady old man pushed his glasses up with his index finger and looked at Nami and Raynor.
"You two are this young and you have this much gold.
Do you mind if I ask where it came from?"
Hearing this, Raynor frowned slightly.
He hadn't expected the man to be this cautious.
They would have to be extra careful this time.
One wrong word could alert the World Government.
While Raynor was still trying to think of a way around it, Nami hooked her arm through his and said, "You might not know, but my husband's family runs a gold mining business."
"My husband and I came all the way to Water City to look for a new business partner.
We saw that your bank is very strong, so we came specifically to talk about working together."
A grave look appeared in Raynor's eyes.
He tried to pull his arm back, but Nami's head was already leaning against him.
"Hey hey, honey, hurry up and show the president how strong we really are.
Take out all the gold."
Raynor couldn't help glancing at Nami.
This act was going a little too far.
With that, he said coldly, "Take your hand off me."
Nami shot him a look, then awkwardly let go.
At that, Raynor started taking the gold out of his dimensional pocket, piece by piece.
Watching Raynor work, even the calm bank president couldn't hide a look of shock in his eyes.
The gold piled up higher and higher, until it almost filled the room.
Finally, Raynor couldn't produce any more, so he looked at the bank president and said, "If I knock down one wall, that's all right, isn't it?"
The bank president nodded mechanically before he had even fully processed the question.
Then Raynor kicked the pile of gold, and the wall behind it collapsed with a crash.
At that, the bank president lost some of his calm and stood up.
Raynor shook out the rest of the gold from his pocket.
Looking at the mountain of gold stacked there—at least a hundred tons—the bank president took off his glasses and stared at everything in disbelief.
But he was an experienced old hand.
The bank president forced himself to pull himself together.
He sat down at the desk and thought about his next move.
This couldn't be handled carelessly, or he would end up with nothing.
Based on what Nami had given him, the man with the hat was probably the son of some gold mine owner, and she was the young wife who had married into the wealthy family.
But if that was true, the two of them should have been very much in love.
Yet that young guy looked so cold he was practically hostile.
Still, thinking about it, the rich and powerful were often heartless, so it made sense.
He had to get his hands on that gold.
If he let this deal slip away, he would never forgive himself.
With that, the bank president put on a kind smile and said, "You really have good eyes.
Not to brag, but when it comes to money, our bank is definitely the top bank in Water City."
He put his glasses back on, then his expression turned serious.
"I assume you've already weighed all this gold, right?"
Nami held up one finger and wagged it.
"No need to weigh it.
With your eye, you can get a rough idea at a single glance.
In business, the seller asks for the moon and the buyer haggles down.
No matter the amount, you need a price before you can keep talking."
Hearing this, the bank president's eyes turned serious.
He thought to himself that this was someone from a truly powerful family—her way of looking at things was that sharp.
He twirled his pen, wrote something on the paper, then looked up at Nami.
"Madam, since your family works in gold mining, you must know that suddenly flooding a new market with this much gold will hurt the gold price.
But since you came such a long way, we have to show our sincerity.
A hundred billion—I'll take all this gold.
What do you say?"
Nami's face twisted.
She had thought the bank might be ruthless, but she hadn't expected it to be this ruthless.
Over a hundred tons of gold, and the first offer was only a hundred billion.
That was way too low.
Nami held back her anger and put on a regretful expression.
"It looks like your bank doesn't have much sincerity.
No matter which bank we took this gold to, we'd probably get several times your price.
As for what you said earlier, that's complete nonsense.
Right now, we haven't told anyone about this gold.
Only your bank knows about it.
And before word gets out, I think you know more about marketing than I do."
The bank president's eyes flashed with shock.
She really had come thousands of miles to do business—she saw straight to the core of it.
It looked like he had met his match today.
With that thought, he spun his pen once.
"Then, madam, do you have a target price in mind? Why don't you say it, and we can talk it over."
Nami gave a sly smile and said, "I'm new here, and I'll probably need your help in the future.
So let's just go with a middle-ground price."
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