There were always people who worried about the banks. They lent out so much money every year—what would happen if someone could not repay it? In truth, there was no need to worry. The banks' annual profits were astonishing, and they rarely had trouble collecting their money, because they never lent to the poor. They only lent to the rich who could afford to repay them.
So when poor people lacked enough wealth to realize their ambitions, all they could do was deposit their money in the banks. The banks then lent that money to the rich, allowing them to continue expanding their businesses and become even wealthier.
But not everyone who could borrow money from a bank could afford to repay it. Judy's family, for example, had run into a financial crisis, and there was evidence that things would continue to deteriorate for them.
That was why the bank had appeared here.
"I'd only ever seen scenes like this on television." After the bank employees finished taking inventory and left, the husband laughed while leaning against a chair in the dining room.
There was also a clasp on it, along with a label and a number. Until those things were removed, the item could not be taken away or sold.
The husband turned toward his wife, looking somewhat apologetic. "I'm sorry. In the end, I still couldn't save your car."
The couple hugged and comforted each other.
Judy still had not come to her senses. Her... originally wealthy family had been destroyed in an instant. She had never realized that her family was actually so fragile.
She had lived a very wealthy life since childhood, and her family had grown wealthier with time. Perhaps their wealth was nothing like the kind possessed by the tycoons, who could spend money