Chapter 257: Make Money by Joining a Group
It took a little effort to withdraw money from Citibank.

Citibank's working style is exactly the same as the gangster temperament of the United States, especially its headquarters is in faraway New York, America, which seems to give it a different confidence.

HSBC at least kept up its act, and until 54 it still had a branch in Shanghai open, and small sums of money could be withdrawn occasionally.

Citibank, on the other hand, had no shame at all. Before liberation, its eight branches on the mainland all closed quietly overnight without even an announcement, and fled away, reaping a huge loss.

Let the savings certificates in the hands of all the feudal remnants, warlords, traitors and capitalists who still remain on the mainland be turned into waste paper.

I saw news in my previous life that after the new century, a man named Shao Lianhua claimed that he was commissioned by "Jin Di", the secretary of warlord Zhou Xicheng, to recover 2.5 million US dollars from Citibank. Then he was suspected of "fraud" and imprisoned for 117 days, and was later acquitted.

After Shao Lianhua was released from prison, a man with an Anhui accent found him and said he had a deposit certificate of US$68 billion in Citibank.

A reporter interviewed Shao Lianhua, who said he had verified more than 300 billion US dollars, but that was only a small part. Half of Citibank's revenue came from China, and after it closed down, it took away depositors' deposits, antiques, and cultural relics that were not returned, which was an astronomical figure.
The Financial Research Institute of the People's Bank of China said in the "Historical Materials of Citibank in China": According to conservative estimates, after the United States introduced stimulus policies in 34 and the price of silver rose, Citibank smuggled more than 35 million silver dollars in alone.
It was also specifically stated: After the establishment of diplomatic relations between China and the United States in 79, the State Council authorized the Bank of China to recover the assets frozen by the United States, but most of the original depositors did not dare to report it. In 82, my country only settled tens of millions of US dollars from Citibank in one go.

Although America suffered a setback on the Korean battlefield, Mr. Menock, the former general manager of Citibank Beijing Bank and current general manager of Citibank Hong Kong, still behaved like a man at first and was ready to die calmly.

It was not until Wang Deming nailed him and his testicles to the floor with a dagger that he finally realized that a happy sex life was his life.
Without a happy life, no matter how much money you have, it is just a number. What's more, through the mysterious man, he learned that his beloved wife had long been the lover of a director of the New York head office, so he had been arranged to stay in the Far East.

Even the mysterious man revealed that his most beloved children were not his offspring.
Although he was unwilling to believe it in his heart and hoped that the mysterious man was just talking nonsense, all the information revealed by the mysterious man proved that this mysterious man with a New York accent knew him and Citibank very thoroughly.

This mysterious man must have been sent by some family from the head office to do the dirty work.
With the cooperation of Mr. Menock, financial fraud is no longer fraud. It is just a matter of sorting out the original accounts and reissuing the certificates of deposit.

Putting all the deposit certificates together, Wang Deming couldn't help but feel dizzy, even though he had tens of millions of dollars in the bank due to the dividends and bonuses from the Chinese medicine factory in recent years!

HSBC Bank: more than 2000 million pounds, Citibank: more than 1800 million US dollars
I bought a watch last year!
If I hadn't married Zhang Shouchun, I wouldn't have known that Na Tong once deposited 20,000 taels of silver in HSBC in one month.
If I hadn't married Jin Yuqing, I wouldn't have known that Prince Qing had deposited more than 800 million pounds in HSBC
Eh, it seems like I didn't get any benefit from marrying Qin Huairu.
Although judging from the assets of tens of billions of people on the rich list in the previous life, it seems that there are not many monetary units in the tens of millions?

But you have to know that before the Bretton Woods system was dissolved in the 70s, Western currency notes were all pegged to gold, approximately 4 pounds = 35 US dollars = 1 ounce of gold.

The foreign exchange reserves of the whole of China in 1955 were only 1.8 million US dollars.
It is really an evil feudal system. The feudal bureaucrats actually embezzled so much money! And even kept it in foreign banks! It is even more unforgivable!
According to the standards of the time, Jane Eyre lived a very decent life as a governess with an annual salary of 30 pounds. After receiving his first 30 pounds in royalties, Maugham claimed to have received a huge sum of money, quit his job as a doctor, became a full-time writer, and traveled around Europe.
Mr. Yue-Kong Pao, the future world shipping magnate, raised only US$70 when he started his shipping business this year. He went to England and bought a 8200-ton, 28-year-old coal-burning collier. After renovating and painting it, he named it "Jin'an".

"Mr. Bao! What do you think?"

Wang Deming tapped lightly on the large-denomination deposit certificate on the table with his fingers and pushed the deposit certificate toward Mr. Bao.

Mr. Bao was in his prime at this time. He pushed his glasses on his nose, frowned, and looked down at the large-denomination certificate of deposit from Citibank. The pile of 000000 on the back of the certificate made him slightly dizzy. He looked at Wang Deming again, who had a young face and spoke northern Mandarin.
He turned his head to look at Mr. Huo. Although he was not familiar with Mr. Huo, he had heard of Mr. Huo's name. After all, they were both engaged in shipping, but Mr. Huo's shipping business was to smuggle supplies to the mainland.

He really admired Mr. Huo's righteous act!

Mr. Huo smiled and said, "Mr. Bao, are you worried about someone taking over your position? Or are you worried about the money not coming from a legitimate source? Or is it that the person is not from a legitimate source?"

"Ahem," Mr. Bao smiled awkwardly and picked up his coffee to cover it up.

Mr. Huo laughed and said frankly, "I had the same doubts as you a few years ago." Pointing at Wang Deming, "This guy came to Hong Kong a few years ago and threw a lot of gold and US dollars to me, saying he gave it to me for free. He had only one purpose, which was to support the mainland, and then he disappeared."

"You also know that we, the people living on the water, are born not afraid of hardship and do not care about our lives. I simply don't care about that. Anyway, the money is in my hands, and I can transport more supplies to the mainland."

Seeing Mr. Bao so stunned that he forgot to drink his coffee, Mr. Huo continued with a smile, "Last year, I went to the north to attend the National Day. I went to his house in person and finally put my heart at ease. This guy is not a stable person by nature. In order to marry a concubine, he casually set up a traditional Chinese medicine factory with an annual profit of tens of millions."

"Now that the socialist transformation is underway in the north, he doesn't dare to continue to mess around there, so he came to Hong Kong to find us, ready to mess with the British together!"

"This money was actually secretly deposited in Citibank and HSBC by several royal palaces and the Imperial Household Department of the Qing Dynasty. Both banks have denied the debt, but this kid somehow managed to get it out."

"He has only one goal, to bring together people who are loyal to the motherland to make money. I am one, you are one, and there will be others behind you."

After hearing what Mr. Huo said, Mr. Bao's brows finally relaxed, a smile appeared on his slightly plump face, and he laughed, "Hehe".

He picked up the large-denomination certificate of deposit on the table, shook it, and said, "Let's talk business. The initial capital of Global Shipping Group is 70 US dollars, and it is now valued at 200 million US dollars. Mr. Deming's investment of 100 million US dollars accounts for 35% of the shares, and I am the major shareholder with 51%."

"no problem!"

"Okay, feel free!"

　The temperature has finally dropped, and it was a little more comfortable to ride my bike to take my kid to cram school in the middle of the day. But somehow I ended up writing the plot of the next volume in advance while I was still drowsy. I continued writing last night and realized that naps are very important!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)