The mouse nodded vigorously, his whiskers trembling with what seemed to be amusement.
"Right?" Finch continued while processing Zhao's withdrawal. "Though of course, some prefer gradual accumulation while others..." his memories drifted toward Ren, "surprise us with THREE HUNDRED AND TEN THOUSAND IN ONE MONTH AND IN IRON RANK."
Leopold choked on his own saliva. "What?"
"Oh, you didn't know?" Finch smiled while his mouse prepared a new book. "Some of our younger clients have rather... interesting numbers."
"Impossible," Leopold spat the word. "I'm a gold rank prodigy and barely..."
"Your withdrawal, professor," Finch interrupted, handing the money to Zhao who now watched the scene with amusement as he finally had his ten silver-glowing crystals.
"Thank you," the professor smiled.
Leopold flushed red. "I demand to see those records!"
