The man himself should be considered quite enterprising and willing to work hard, but with elderly parents above and young children below...

"Sigh, just wait and see, as long as you don't regret it later..." Being stared at by four pairs of eyes, he finally couldn't hold out, let out a sigh, and slowly loosened the hand that was tightly gripping his pocket.

"We won't regret it, we won't regret it." The woman wiped away her tears, broke into a smile, hurriedly reached into her husband's pocket to take out the money, turned and handed it to her parents, saying, "Dad, Mom, you keep this money, keep it safe."

"Alright, don't worry, I'll go deposit it in a fixed-term account in a bit and earn some interest."

The mother took the money, the father took the child to comfort, and the woman, with both hands, pulled her husband, "Let's go, let's go home."

The man was clearly very disappointed and unwilling, being pulled to the door, still couldn't help but stop and look back, but was immediately dragged away.

His wife's family avoided these stock subscription certificates as if they were poisonous snakes or scorpions.

...

"That big brother actually wanted to buy, why didn't Manager Hill help say a few words just now?" Evan Ford walked over and said to David Hill.

As a salesman, he hadn't said a word in that situation just now, which was a bit surprising.

"I didn't dare to say anything. If I did, I'd get scolded, maybe even beaten, do you believe it?" David Hill looked up at Evan Ford, gave a bitter smile and said, "The higher-ups are putting a lot of pressure on us, and none of us down here can meet the quota. As for me, I shamelessly went to an old classmate's house to sell, and ended up being cursed out by his wife, who slammed the table..."

This guy really had it rough—clearly bringing the God of Wealth to their door, yet still got cursed out.

Just as Evan Ford was thinking this, a very sturdy young man rushed in from outside.

"Bang!" He slammed a thick stack of subscription certificates heavily on the counter, cursing, "Which son of a bitch sold this worthless certificate to my mom? She clearly came to deposit money, and you tricked an old lady out of her money with this crap? 6,000! 6,000 yuan, and all she got was this pile of waste paper?! Tell me, who was it?"

All the tellers behind the counter looked at David Hill. Actually, he wasn't the one who did it, but he was the head of this sales point.

"It was you, wasn't it?" The young man walked over, pointed at the two hundred subscription certificates, then at David Hill, and said through gritted teeth, "Refund it."

David Hill said quietly, "These have already been sold..."

"I said refund it!" The young man lifted his jacket, revealing a kitchen knife inside, and said in a low, menacing voice, "If you don't, I'll kill your whole family."

...

David Hill's classmate and his wife, the worker brother's family, and now this young man in front of him... How will these people feel after some time? And how many more people are there like them?

Evan Ford thought, fate really is a mysterious thing. Luckily, I've lived twice, reborn, and can foresee things...

At least, most of the time, I can seize fate by the throat.

Chapter 10: The Pain of Having No Money

David Hill was in a real bind. The money from the previous sales had already been credited. 6,000 yuan—who would pay it back? How?

Even if he managed to scrape the money together, that's two hundred certificates. If he really refunded them, who knows how long it would take to sell them again.

Keep them himself?

He couldn't possibly afford it, and even if he did have that much money and could afford it, David Hill wouldn't dare buy so many. Just to meet his quota before, he gritted his teeth and bought 20 himself, and his wife had already fought with him over it.

But if he didn't refund... that knife was right in his face.

This young man in front of him was clearly not a typical Shenghai man—he wasn't someone to mess with, and might really dare to use that knife... Should he call security? Then call the police?

"Brother, wait a moment, let me have a word with Manager Hill."

Evan Ford pulled David Hill aside for a few steps.

"Young man, you?" David Hill was a bit confused.

"My name is Evan Ford," Evan Ford said, "I'm not a local, I don't have a Shenghai ID card."

David Hill's eyes lit up. Although he was still a bit suspicious, he insisted, "That's not a problem, I'll handle it... Actually, for those, you don't even need to re-register with an ID card. The information hasn't even been entered into the system yet."

"All blank certificates? Is that okay?"

"No problem. Everything we've sold at all the points so far has been like this..."

Evan Ford nodded, feeling reassured. Because with the relevant laws not yet in place, there's a principle: the law does not punish the masses. Since all the certificates being sold now are blank, it's fine, and it'll be even more convenient to resell them in the future.

"How much commission does Big David get per certificate?"

Evan Ford asked with a smile.

David Hill was stunned for a moment, then gave an embarrassed smile and said, "So you're an insider, little brother. Thirty cents, thirty cents per certificate, split between me and the bank tellers..."

Only thirty cents per certificate, and it had to be split among several people. This made Evan Ford, who had originally planned to take advantage and ask for some "kickback," hesitate.

Forget it, I won't be that kind of person. Right then and there, Evan Ford unzipped his jacket, bit off the thread in his inner pocket, tore open the seam, and took out the 6,000 yuan wrapped in a plastic bag.

"I'll take his two hundred subscription certificates."

...

...

The transaction was completed.

David Hill personally escorted Evan Ford to the door. He truly hadn't expected that this young man could pull out 6,000 yuan in one go, and have the courage to buy all the subscription certificates.