The Shadow Tycoon
Copyright© 2026 by CaffeinatedTales
Chapter 38: How Banks Make Chains
“You can have your people go to a bank and try applying for a loan. Study their process, copy their loan documents, then add a few extra clauses.”
He glanced at Mr. Fox beside him. “For example, after a fixed period, the borrower forfeits the collateral but still has to repay the full principal and interest. That lets you lower the interest rate on paper.”
This was simply a variation on the banks’ usual game. When someone borrowed from a bank and could not repay the debt on time, the bank would send the collateral to auction.
The proceeds from the auction would always go toward the borrower’s unpaid debt. On the surface, it looked like a perfectly reasonable process. In truth, it was not.
Because from the very beginning, the bank valued the collateral very low, while the interest was quite high. Most people who needed loans were not actually capable of repaying them in the short term.
The logic was simple. If those people could raise that money within a month or two, they would not have needed to borrow from a bank in the first place.
Since they could not raise that money, they naturally could not repay the bank loan either. Then the bank could openly swallow the collateral.
If the borrower could repay the money quickly, the bank still had not made a bad deal. It had earned interest in a very short time.
That amount might not look like much in a single transaction, perhaps only a few percent to around ten percent of one hundred dollars. But once all of a bank’s business was piled together, it was no longer one hundred dollars. It might be ten million, a hundred million, or even more.
William’s suggestion merely added one clause after the bank-style termination: continued recovery of principal and interest.
In reality, even with banks, the matter never truly ended there. They had plenty of ways to eat the borrower down to the bones.
Banks might not have the same universally bad press as finance companies like Mr. Fox’s, but at their core, banks were no saints either. Every legal policy defining the boundaries of illegal money was based on the banks’ own highest standards. They were not only the athletes, but the referees too.
The people Mr. Fox had mentioned earlier, the ones who did not want to see their business legitimized, were the legislators tied to banks and syndicates.
Banks and syndicates fed them and their families, perhaps even their private staffs, and maintained their respectable lives. Naturally, they had to learn to speak up for the masters who fed them.
William’s method was not complicated at all.
If you could not beat them, join them.
Only now, to avoid risk, they would add a little wordplay to the contract, leaving certain matters ambiguous enough to make action convenient.
Mr. Fox thought seriously for a while, then said with some hesitation, “I’ll try it. In any case, thank you for the advice.”
William waved it off and smiled. “Now that your problem is settled, I have something I need your help with.”
After eating a meal at Mr. Fox’s farm, William left with some local gifts, a few cow-horn ornaments. If one ignored the gold and the few unobtrusive gemstones set into them, they were not worth much.
Meanwhile, Michael, whom they had discussed, had spent the whole morning applying for permission and finally managed to see his son, Young Michael, at Sabine City Regional Prison.
People sometimes believed criminal cases always had to go through several hearings before judgment. That understanding was wrong. If the criminal voluntarily confessed, the process could be shortened dramatically.
Although the court had not yet announced Young Michael’s final sentence, he had already begun serving time in advance. In a way, this counted as preferential treatment.
In the room used for receiving prisoners’ families, father and son sat across from each other at a table. The prison guard nodded to Michael, then left the post where he was supposed to remain stationed the entire time.
Rules were like that. Some people obeyed them. Others broke them. Those who broke the rules were often the privileged classes, even the ones who made the rules. Those managed by the rules were always the ones with no ability to resist.
It was absurd, but not funny.
Even more absurd was that those who could break rules constantly accused those who could not of breaking them, while endlessly adding rules favorable to themselves in order to strengthen their standing and the power in their hands.
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