I Was Interrogated as a Money Launderer After Withdrawing 3 Million; the Bank Manager Went Crazy After I Emptied 80 Million in Deposits

"Three million, current account, cash withdrawal." The teller looked up, her gaze sweeping over my cement-dusted work clothes. She smiled. Not a polite smile, but the kind of suppressed, snorting laugh. "Sir, how much?" "Three million." I pushed the bank card towards her. "It's the end of the year, for bonuses for the workers." She didn't take the card. Her hand, painted with a dusty rose nail polish, picked up the phone on the table. "Security? Someone's come into the lobby, saying they want to withdraw three million in cash." She lowered her voice, but I heard her clearly—"Those in construction uniforms, come here."