Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

The receptionist stood up in a panic, pushed the chair behind his butt creakingly, and said, "Wait a minute, I'll register you right away."

He hurriedly took out a handkerchief from his pocket, dipped it in the registration book, and when he wanted to write again, he found that the tip of the pen had been split and could not be used.

Standing behind Yang Rui and watching this scene, Chen Yi felt inexplicably happy, so what about the high-ranking branch employees?

Of course, Chen Yi didn't need to recall his previous expression at this time.

"What's going on?" A junior leader looked at Yang Rui and Chen Yi suspiciously, and walked up to the receptionist, seeming to support them.

"It's my fault, I split the pen." The receptionist quickly explained.

"What kind of business are you handling? Have you brought your certificate?" The leader was full of momentum, and the request was very reasonable.

Yang Rui took out his student ID card from his pocket, and handed it to the other party together with Chen Yi's work ID card.

This was the case in the 1980s. When you went to any state unit to do business, unless you were introduced by an acquaintance, you had to check your documents. In some places, you not only need to check your documents, you also need a letter of introduction.

The leadership's authority is also reflected in this. Some people have been punished in the work unit, and they can't even produce a letter of introduction when they go out to do business.

As for the office, the larger the unit, the more difficult it is to enter.

Looking at the other party's expression, Yang Rui knew something was going to happen, so he took out the deposit certificate he was carrying without hesitation, and placed it directly on the reception desk.

The copy of HSBC's deposit certificate is one in English and one in traditional Chinese, but the logo of HSBC is the same.

The officials of the People's Bank of China are all training these things, and they all understand them by what they have heard and seen.

The two immediately lowered their heads to look at the numbers behind them, and silently counted "0" three times:

6,000,000

The deposit amount in a very beautiful blue body is a long string, which is so eye-catching no matter how you look at it.

"The depositor here...Mr. Yang Rui, is that you?" The man who looked like a leader glanced at Yang Rui's ID at a super fast speed, and after confirming that the names were the same, he straightened his attitude quickly and bent down as if he was training. He lowered his waist and lowered his shoulders.

"I'm Yang Rui. Can I go in now?" Yang Rui didn't intend to explain more to them.

"I'll take you in." The leader opened the way with incomparable hospitality.

The receptionist hesitated for a moment, then quietly followed.

A deposit slip of 6 million US dollars, how can I be reconciled if I don't look at it.

Naturally, the actions of the two of them could not be hidden from the other employees in the branch, and many of them looked over curiously.

Now the offices are all door-to-door, and there are three, four, five, six, seven or eight people sitting in each office. It doesn't matter if they are visiting from door to door, they can't stop coming in and out.

After a while, when Director Liu knocked on the door, more than a dozen heads had poked out from the corridor, and some of them looked like vigilant moles, standing upright at the door with their elbows folded, just to observe the situation in other people's offices. .

Director Liu is a somewhat scruffy middle-aged man. There are dots of stains on the neckline of the gray cadre uniform, probably from eating noodles yesterday or last week. His beard is also messy. In the 1980s, people liked to grow beards. Moustache and beards were very common, but just like girls need to take care of their hair, men's beards also need to be combed and cleaned.

Director Liu obviously didn't make any preparations today. In other words, Yang Rui was not the friend he expected to meet until he had washed his beard.

Yang Rui glanced at the other party, then withdrew his gaze. As a modern person, his requirements for the clothing of the people around him are beyond the times. Nowadays, he can already bear the same clothes, but it is natural to clean them up.

Especially for bank staff, the standard seems to be higher than the social average.

However, Director Liu obviously didn't have such awareness, he just raised his head lazily and said, "Xiao Chen is here."

Chen Yi carefully glanced at Yang Rui,

He hurriedly said, "Director Liu, this is Director Yang from Peking University..."

"Just do the work, don't introduce yourself." The other party was not stimulated by the word Peking University. He worked in the Beijing branch of the People's Bank of China. He met many people from various units. Since it was introduced by Chen Yi He didn't take it seriously, he just asked lightly, "What certificate do you want to issue?"

"I have a certificate of deposit from HSBC, and I hope the People's Bank of China can issue another certificate." Yang Rui has already seen that Chen Yi's influence on Director Liu is limited. It is to put the deposit certificate and identity certificate on the table.

When Director Liu reached out to pick it up to see the time, several people rushed in at the door.

"Old Liu, I'm doing business."

"Old Liu, what are you going to have for lunch?"

"Hey, Lao Liu, I have a file here, please take a look."

Everyone said greetings that didn't match their hearts, and then squeezed to Lao Liu's side tacitly.

Immediately afterwards, everyone turned their attention to the deposit certificate on the desktop in unison.

"One billion, one hundred thousand million, six million."

"Six million dollars?"

"How much does it cost?"

"According to the current exchange rate?"

"you're so dumb."

"I'm not happy anymore, why am I stupid."

A group of people stood beside Lao Liu, making him feel stupid.

After a while, Lao Liu finally understood the situation, and then looked at the HSBC certificate of deposit and became stupid again.

"Can you prove it?" Yang Rui couldn't help urging.

"This...can you deposit the money into our account? It's more convenient."

"I can't do it." Of course Yang Rui couldn't make the payment now.

Old Liu hesitated for a moment, then said, "Then I have to make a few phone calls. Also, do you have any documents proving this income?"

"Yes." Yang Rui took out the documents that had been sold to Zeneca's catalyst patents.

Of course, he has actually used the money in other places, but it doesn't matter, he just needs to prove that he has an income of 6 million US dollars, and that's it.

The catalyst patent transaction with Zeneca is also in Chinese and English, and the Chinese is written in traditional Chinese, which can also be seen clearly by Lao Liu and others.

"This foreign company paid you 6 million US dollars?" As a banker, Director Liu's brain was cramped when he said this.

What is the concept of 6 million? To put it bluntly, 99% of state-owned enterprises in China have never earned so much foreign exchange.

If you use personal income as an analogy-this thing is basically impossible to compare.

6 million in the 1980s, no matter how you change it, you have to change it to more than 30 million yuan. If you are a little cautious, you can change it to 40 million or more.

What is the annual salary of a worker today?

The average annual salary of Beijingers is more than 2,000 points, which is the result of inflation after more than a year. Even so, 40 million is the 20,000-year income of an ordinary person, or the annual salary of a factory with 20,000 people.

The factories and workers in the 1980s were the real high-paid class.

After 30 years, China may have countless gold-collar positions, executives of various private companies, financial institutions, cheating and abducting, and doing business. There were no such things in the 1980s. Those who can get a fixed and stable high income are workers. According to the annual average According to the salary standard of more than 2,000 yuan, civil servants are not included in it.

Only state-owned enterprises with good returns have so much money to pay bonuses.

As for farmers, although there are more than 800 million farmers in China, most of their annual cash income hovers in double digits, perhaps only a few dollars per month on average.

Director Liu, who works in a bank, has even more objects of comparison.

He has seen too many heads of high-spirited state-owned enterprises bend their waists for tens of thousands of dollars in foreign exchange, and dispatch their entire family for hundreds of thousands of dollars in foreign exchange.

$6 million worth?

Director Liu once thought that it only existed at the national level.

"Yes."

Yang Rui's answer pulled Director Liu out of his fantasy.

"What did you say?" Director Liu woke up suddenly.

"You just asked me if a foreign company paid me $6 million, and I said yes."

"Oh... oh, so... if it's like this, wait a moment, I'll report to the superior." After speaking, Director Liu stood up and went out.

A group of people in the room also swarmed out.

A few minutes later, a group of people swarmed in again. The leader of the bee colony is a square-faced man with bright eyes.

Without waiting for them to speak, Yang Rui said apologetically, "Director Liu, I'm sorry, I want to make a call, it's urgent."

"Oh... oh, I'll open it for you." Director Liu glanced at the leader of the bee colony, took out a bunch of keys from the side of the office wall, gently opened a wooden box in the center of the office, and put the keys inside. The telephone was taken out.

"Do you have a number?"

Yang Rui took out his notebook and read it, and saw the leader of the bee colony tremble, and his aura spread and weakened.

"Hello, I'm looking for Director Hu from Qiao's office. I'm Yang Rui from the Ion Channel Laboratory of Peking University." Yang Rui revealed his name while holding the phone.

After a while, the other end of the phone was connected, and Yang Rui said: "Hello, Director Hu, I have a special situation and I want to report it to Mr. Qiao. I don't know if it is convenient."

"What's the matter?" The voice on the other end of the phone was calm and gentle, but concise and clear.

Yang Rui also replied briefly: "I received a patent royalty of US$6 million from Zeneca. I would like to report to Mr. Qiao on the use of this money. In addition, I have some personal requirements."

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