"Bought the dip again. In a few cycles, the money will be back. It's fine—this is Bronya's daily routine."
"My daily routine feels so far removed from yours."
Zhao Bai complained.
"If you want to learn, Bronya can teach you."
"No, no."
He admired that feeling of making money hand over fist every day, but opportunities always came with risks. He simply could not learn Bronya's methods. At a time like this, for instance, he would have been scared into selling long ago. He never would have thought to buy the dip.
Come to think of it, Anti-Entropy had become so poor now...
It probably had something to do with Bronya's defection. He just did not know how much.
"I'm wearing a mask. How am I supposed to get in?"
Bronya said disdainfully, "I'll give you the account and password. Forget wearing a mask—even if you were naked, you could get through without obstruction."
So domineering!
It was just that what she had said made Zhao Bai feel slightly strange.
It was all in his head.
The other side unilaterally cut off the connection. Zhao Bai turned around and gave Fu Hua a thumbs-up.
"It's settled."
"What's settled?"
Zhao Bai walked ahead with the jaunty steps of a clown.
Sure enough, they were stopped.
After all, one of them wore a bank robber's mask, while the other wore the anarchist V for Vendetta mask. Either one was something capitalism regarded as a terrifying menace.
"Nice weather today, huh~"
Zhao Bai greeted the bank security guards at the entrance, earning tense reactions from them as their hands reached into their suit jackets and openly drew their guns.
"Don't get worked up. The client asked us to wear these masks."
"What client?"
When someone in a bank deliberately concealed their identity like