Chapter 242 Real Gold and Silver Are Real
"Behind?" Lou Bancheng looked towards the door, his eyes penetrating it, as if he could see somewhere far away. He murmured, "Wait for the right moment."

"As long as Leader Liu is here, we will still be of use in the future."

"He supports the development of our private industry and commerce."

Putting out his cigarette, Lou Bancheng told his eldest son Lou Xiaofeng, "You should make the most of your time to spend more time with Liu Yuchen. Go to Hong Kong with him next time. We must find a way to get through Hong Kong in the future."

"Dad, why don't we just go there as a family?" Lou Xiaofeng was a little confused. He was about 25 or 6 years old this year, wearing a well-fitting custom-made suit, a small vest, and his hair was split in a : ratio, with each strand of hair clearly visible and smooth.

"Stupid! We are unfamiliar with the place, how can we survive in Hong Kong?"

"Our merchants in the north are not as united as those in Shanghai and Nanjing. The truly wealthy people in Beijing and Tianjin are all those who had power before, running banks and pawnshops. The first one was the Imperial Household Department, followed by various warlords, and then traitors and bald men."

"Without power in the local area, no matter how rich we are, we are still meat on the chopping board, at the mercy of others! Have you forgotten that we were forced to pay donations during the Republic of China period?"

Lou Bancheng was so angry at his eldest son's stupid question that his chest kept rising and falling. He said sternly, "We have status and identity here now. We are all members of the CPPCC and are the ones to be united. Although we have to go through socialist transformation, even if our factory is gone, our family assets are still there."

"As long as we wait for the opportunity, we will be able to make a comeback soon."

Lou Bancheng stared at his eldest son, "Remember, you don't need to get too close to Liu Yuchen. We just need to exchange the money for gold and US dollars."

"Liu Yuchen started out as a white glove, and he is the most likely to turn his back on people. He used to be the white glove of the government, but what about now? If a Chinese medicine factory hadn't suddenly appeared a few years ago, he would have used various tricks to cheat the old people out of their wealth."

Lou Xiaofeng took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat nervously, "Okay, Dad."

Lou Bancheng nodded slightly, turned to Xiao Du, changed his expression, showed a hint of smile, and said in a gentle tone: "Xiao Du, today is our family dinner. We will deal with your matter with Xiao Feng as soon as the matter of the steel mill is concluded."

"You also know that Xiaofeng has you in his heart, but now is a critical moment. Our Lou family can't do without you at the steel rolling mill. Haha, without you, our family will have a hard time."

"Gulp!" Xiao Du quickly took a sip of water to swallow the food in his mouth and replied, "Chairman Lou, you are too polite. This is what I should do."

"Hey, why are you still calling me chairman? Call me Uncle Lou."

"Okay, Uncle Lou."

"Well, haha, eat more. You and Sujing work too hard." Lou Bancheng turned around and continued to instruct Tan Sujing: "Sujing, you just need to take care of the Finance Department now, don't worry about anything else. Once you feel that your position is unstable, we must find a way to help Xiao Du become the head of the Finance Department."

"We must keep a firm grip on finances. Remember to keep both internal and external accounts!"

Lou Bancheng narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly: "Haha, who doesn't like money?"

“I just don’t like money!”

Wang Deming said indifferently as he counted the colorful gold rubles he had won.

It was already late at night and everything was quiet, but the back room of No. 11 Yongkang Hutong was still brightly lit.

The comrades from the Soviet Embassy, ​​with a cigar in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other, drank more and more as they lost, and finally lost all their salary for the month and fell asleep in the next room.

"De, you look like you deserve a beating." Alexei's eyes were red. He stared at the rubles in Wang Deming's hand and spoke with a lisp: "This is the salary the Soviet government just gave us. It's more than 2 rubles!" "Dear Davarich, what about your vision?" Wang Deming threw a thick stack of banknotes in his hand, making a "pa, pa" sound, and said: "How many times have I told you, this thing is just a pile of paper, to put it bluntly, the real cost is the printing cost."

"Except for our socialist countries, which other countries recognize it?"

"What is truly valuable are the hens that can continuously lay eggs, which means the Chinese medicine factory and the beverage factory. You guys can get more than 10 rubles a day from the beverage factory, and you still care about such a small amount of meat?" Wang Deming shook his head, and he was almost wearing a goose feather fan in his hand. "Can't you learn from Diana?"

"When have you ever cared about this little monthly salary? What she cares about is whether she can sell the drinks to France and whether she can develop a drinks factory in Hong Kong and earn US dollars and francs."

"Don't you get tired of drinking vodka every day? Can't you switch to some Bordeaux red wine? Can't you switch to some French foie gras?"

Alexey became discouraged when he heard this. He stretched out his arms and legs, slumped over on the chair, and the chair creaked under his butt. He said helplessly, "I didn't go to study in France. I don't know any senior officials in the French government."

"Why are you so stubborn?" Wang Deming was so disappointed that he pointed to the next door and said, "You don't know him, and you don't know the Soviet ambassador abroad? Which of these European countries dares to disobey the Soviet Union?"

"Are the million-dollar steel torrent a joke?"

"Letting them spend money on our drinks shows that we respect them. Believe it or not, if we just say that during a private meal, they will definitely rush over to place orders."

"Really?" Alexei said in disbelief, "They are all on guard against us."

"Stupid!" Wang Deming stood up, stepped on a chair, raised the rubles in his hand above his head, and swung them again, making a "crackling" sound. He shouted: "What is this sound? Is this the sound of banknotes? Is there a more beautiful sound than this? No, no!"

"These Western European countries are now also implementing a national system with state-owned enterprises. Would their government officials not like money? No! We have a big stick in one hand and money in the other. What kind of officials can't we take down?"

"We can sell even a pile of dog shit, let alone our high-quality drinks and nutritional supplements!"

Alexey tilted his head back, opened his mouth blankly, and after a long while he murmured a reply: "Didn't you just say you don't like money?"

"You idiot!" Wang Deming held his forehead in pain, then rubbed his face vigorously, "Don't you know that in Hong Kong, US dollars and francs can be directly exchanged for gold?"

He threw the rubles in his hand directly onto the mahjong table and said disdainfully: "Although the Soviet Union stipulated the ratio of rubles to gold, come on, tell me how to exchange these rubles for gold?"

"Uh" Alexei was speechless.

Because as a socialist country, private buying and selling of gold is prohibited, and banks are also prohibited from exchanging rubles for gold.

As the socialist big brother of the planned economy, within the socialist family, the benevolent father Stalin once forcibly promoted the internationalization of the ruble, but unfortunately, the benevolent father passed away in March 53.

The internationalization of the ruble has come to nothing, and it is still basically used as a currency for trade between countries. For example, all kinds of equipment and technologies invested in China are discounted into rubles.

Of the beverages exported to the Soviet Union and the Warsaw Pact countries, 20% of the rubles in overseas bank accounts were directly transferred to the secret accounts of Alexei, Diana and others.

The rest of the rubles were requisitioned by the state, and the corresponding amount of domestic currency was added to the Bank of China. The target of this amount of money is really too large.
With the facts in front of him, Alexei couldn't help but be tempted. He licked his lips and said, "I'll try to find out tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)