Chapter 265 He Still Has to Say Thank You

The two staff members from the Bank of China and the Charity Federation smiled at each other. The comrade from the Bank of China took out a pile of documents and several bank deposit receipts from his bag, handed them to Lou Bancheng with both hands, and said politely, "Mr. Lou, given the huge amount of money you lost, we will help you deposit it in the Bank of China without notifying you."

"Here is your deposit slip, and here are some documents. Please sign them yourself."

"Okay, okay!" Lou Bancheng took the bank deposit certificate and documents with trembling hands, and immediately opened the bank deposit certificate with a red cover. Suddenly, a bunch of 00000 came into view. He carefully confirmed the total amount: "350 million", and there was also a capital letter mark: Three Million.

He suddenly felt dizzy, and when he looked at the currency unit at the back, the capital letter "Yuan" seemed to hurt his eyes.

His legs felt a little weak, and he sat down on the sofa involuntarily.

The comrade from the Bank of China smiled, and understood Lou Bancheng's reaction very well. After all, anyone who lost such a large sum of money and then found it again would have the same look.

He enthusiastically explained: "Mr. Lou, you also know our policy. No foreign exchange is allowed to circulate in the country, so we kindly help you convert it into the third edition of RMB that will be officially issued next year."

"The exchange rate is based on our official exchange rate of 2.5:1 USD, and we will help you convert it."

"Haha," the bank comrade chuckled and said, "In view of the huge amount of your deposit, our leaders have made special arrangements to waive your one-tenth of the exchange fee."

Lou Bancheng looked up blankly, gradually retracting the focus of his eyes, and forced a smile that was uglier than crying, "Thank you!"

"You don't need to thank us." The comrades from the bank shook their heads repeatedly and said modestly: "This is what we should do. We serve the people. If you want to thank someone, the ones you should thank the most are the comrades from our charity association."

He turned his head to look at the comrade from the Charity Federation beside him, and praised with a smile: "When the comrades from the Charity Federation came to work in the morning, they found that several huge amounts of US dollar cash and foreign exchange suddenly appeared in the office, and they immediately reported it."

“Although the donor’s name was on the money, it was not recorded as charity donations without the donor’s presence.”

"How many transactions?" Lou Bancheng keenly noticed the amount mentioned by the bank staff. He was alerted and immediately asked, "Are they all at the same time?"

"Oh, yes, there are four large donations and more than a dozen small ones," the comrade from the Charity Federation took over the conversation, with a hint of eagerness in his eyes, and said, "The total amount is as high as 4 million US dollars."

"With the help of police and bank staff, we returned the money one by one according to the list of people. Of course, the comrades who received the lost money generously donated money and showed their love to support our charity association."

"It's my duty!" Lou Bancheng said firmly, gritting his teeth. After looking through several large-denomination certificates of deposit, he stated directly: "I am willing to donate 50 yuan! It just so happens that the comrades from the bank and the public security are here too, so let's go through the donation procedures right away!"

At this point, although Lou Bancheng's heart was still bleeding, he made the decisive decision to donate.

One is that the stolen money can barely be considered recovered if the exchange rate loss is not taken into account; the other is that the money has already been deposited in the Bank of China and has obviously been noticed by the government.

Although the government official just glanced over the issue of US dollar cash and "thoughtfully" exchanged it for the third edition of RMB to be launched next year, he was sure that he had been noted by his superiors.

The money deposited in the Bank of China must be spent quickly and invested in the construction of socialist industry and commerce. Only in this way can we regain the attention of our superiors.

The most important thing is that after his mind came back to normal, he keenly realized what the bank staff had just said: new currency will be issued next year.

This news made him feel cold all over. No one could escape.
He believed that this was the most critical and final step in socialist transformation.

If you want your old money to not become waste paper, you must go to the Bank of China to exchange it in time, and the government will get the depositor's information at the first time, which will facilitate the subsequent persuasion work of socialist transformation. The government's means are so clever, just like walking the upright Yangguan Road, asking you whether you will walk or not?
"There are so many? How can I know who they are?"

Under the guidance of the bank and charity staff, Lou Bancheng continued to sign documents while asking questions seemingly indifferently.

Zhang Dayong, the chief of Jiaodaokou Police Station, seemed to have expected this. He didn't even take out his notebook. He sneered and said a series of names: "The Le family's main residence in Tongrentang Shijin Garden, the fourth branch of the Le family in Nanchizi, and the Liu family in the four Hengma Hutongs."

Hearing these names, the hairs on the back of Lou Bancheng's neck stood up. If he guessed correctly, these were wealthy people in Beijing who secretly went to Hong Kong to exchange American dollars.

This was a complete sweep!
After Lou Bancheng signed the last document, his eyes glanced at the origami white swallow on the table that had not yet been put away by the police.

It is not possible for ordinary thieves to master all these lists accurately. And it sounds like they committed the crimes on the same night, which is impossible even if "Swallow Li San" was resurrected.

This is only possible if there is a strong organization.

He couldn't help but sweat on his forehead, and he even forgot to wipe it off. This was the worst outcome he could think of.

Only then did Zhang Dayong take out a notebook and start asking questions, "Mr. Lou, although you didn't report the case, I'd like to trouble you to supplement the record."

"Oh well."

"Excuse me, are you a believer in religion? Did you notice anything unusual on the night of November 11th? Did you have any enemies before?"

“I’m a religious person.”

"Okay," Zhang Dayong closed the notebook and said calmly, "Thank you very much for your cooperation. If you have any other clues, please inform us in time."

"Please take us to the crime scene in your home later."

"Okay, okay," Lou Bancheng knew that the chances were slim, but he still held on to a glimmer of hope and asked, "Comrade police officer, do you have any definite clues about the thief?"

Zhang Dayong frowned, shook his head, sighed, and replied in disbelief: "Not only you, but all the other parties involved have failed to provide any valuable clues! We have repeatedly investigated the scene but have not found any shoe prints, fingerprints, etc."

"And it seems that the thieves are very familiar with these big customers, including the location of their hidden money, the combination of their safes, etc."

"Not only that, we also questioned all the police and militia comrades who were on patrol that night, and none of them found anything unusual."

Zhang Dayong looked directly at Lou Bancheng and slowly stated his preliminary conclusion: "In fact, we strongly suspect that this was a premeditated theft by an insider."

Familiar faces flashed through Lou Bancheng's mind as if playing a movie: his partner, his son, his daughter-in-law, his daughter, and his son-in-law. He had doubts before and had questioned family members one by one in person.

But even with his many years of experience, or rather his cunningness, he did not notice the problem.

Now that the public security comrades have said so, he has begun to waver again. Could it be that in the end, it is impossible to guard against a thief within the family?
But what is their purpose? Just to donate money to charity?
Lou Bancheng glanced at the government officials one by one and murmured, "Thank you."

(End of this chapter)