~.<  >-~9 o'clock.

Su Cheng first went to his bank account opening at ICBC, found the bank manager, and said, "Give me all the cash in your bank."

If it weren't for this familiar face, the bank manager would probably have to ring the alarm. Apart from the robbers, there is no such person who raises money like this.

Seeing Sucheng's certificate of deposit, the bank manager Xiaomei said with a small smile: "Director Su is urgent to use money. Our Curry only has 140,000 yuan. Otherwise, we will withdraw 50,000 yuan first and then issue a bank notice for you."

"Give me all 140,000 yuan, and all the rest will be issued to the bank promissory notes."

The bank manager suddenly felt bitter and said with a smirk: "Director Su, we can't keep any money in the bank, we can't be in a hurry to find the head office now... Another thing is to open a bank promissory note, haha, it's better to use cash checks..."

A bank promissory note is almost equivalent to cash. When the bank sees the note, it has to pay the bill to the payee unconditionally. When the promissory note is issued, the money is equivalent to paying it, and the bank's deposits are naturally less.

Su Cheng shook his head and said, "Old Yang, you can't keep your money anyway today. If you don't give it to me, you have to give it to others for 14,000. I'll leave you 10,000, and pack the rest for me."

"This... such a large amount of funds is supposed to be notified in advance..."

Su Cheng said seriously: "Old Yang, when I use the money, you are unwilling to help. I will still take the money away in the future. You will issue a ticket for me now. I will naturally put the money here tomorrow."

Something happened, but Lao Yang went to get the money with a frown.

There are 130,000 yuan in cash, and the smallest is 5 yuan, and it is filled with a bag. Su Cheng didn't dislike it. He clicked it for a moment and thought it was a clean-up.

Bank promissory notes are complicated. Banks have fixed promissory notes. Today's businessmen use 1,000 and 5,000 yuan more. Another 10,000 yuan and 50,000 yuan are not very common. Lao Yang cleaned the drawers and collected a total of 220,000 yuan.

Next, the promissory notes of unqualified quotas must be pressed on the voucher with a number press of 1 million per ticket, which will be 7, making the girl operating the machine dizzy.

In 1988, even bank staff had not seen a million dollars.

Su Cheng carefully pointed out, thanked her, and greeted Xiaopang who was coming from behind and was about to leave.

Manager Yang called him in fear and said, "Mr. Su, don't be anxious. Bring Xiao Zhao with you. It's too dangerous to have so much money on you. Anyway, you have taken away all the valuable things here."

The last sentence is full of grievances.

Su Cheng laughed, handed a box of cigarettes to the security guard surnamed Zhao, and headed straight to the account opening bank of CCB.

It was exactly 10 a.m.

Citroen CX ran towards the Agricultural Bank of China.

The little fat man looked generous and died. He pressed his cash bag and dared not move at all.

Su Cheng, holding a large promissory note, parked and drove directly into the bank gate. When he came out, he brought another security guard beside him.

"Next."

"Bank of China!" Xiaopang drew a line on the map, trying to find the shortest route.

This time, Xiaopang rushed in. He had a lot of money here because he thought the Bank of China was more imposing.

Su Cheng specifically instructed behind: "The car is full, don't bring people anymore."

Throughout the morning, Su Cheng and others were like hardworking little bees, traveling all over the banks in Dongying, withdrawing as much cash as possible. The big bags they carry were getting louder and louder.

At 12 noon, bosses of all sizes who had just learned the news flocked to the crowd, but they couldn't even get a dime in cash. Many banks that were withdrawn from cash closed and rested at the time, and the remaining people rushed to other banks and lined up a long line.

All those who squeezed over were VIP customers, and there was no good thing to go to the line to handle.

The few left cash was quickly cleared and cleaned cleaner than mice. The rest of the people asked to issue a promissory note, and no one knew what the auction was going on in the afternoon. Judging from the current situation, the checks would definitely not be used, otherwise why should people work hard to make this sudden attack?

Promissory notes are already the best choice.

However, the bank's fixed-quota promissory notes have long been swept away. The non-quorum promissory notes take a long time, and various information must be checked. Be careful, no one of the banks can handle several customers.

Those who spend a large amount of money in one bank are not bad, but those who spend a lot of money in several banks are in trouble. They can only choose the one with the most money to handle it. In this era, all the information exists in the account opening bank. If you go to other branches, you can’t do business.

Some oil bosses saw the urgent time, so they simply stayed there and delayed the time longer. Everyone knew in their hearts that the ones who withdraw money now would be competitors in a while. The less money the other party had, the greater the advantage they would get.

Of course, there is even worse thing, people whose working capital is occupied. Even if they sell their assets at a low price, they will not be able to find anyone to buy them for a while. Those who are outside the country rushed back as soon as they got the news, and they don’t know if they can have time...

Dong|ying City has long been in chaos.

At 1:40 pm, the auction began.

As soon as Su Cheng and Xiaopang walked to the door, they heard the staff in the yellow shirt shouting: "The deposit of 100,000 yuan per person, the cash will be exchanged for the brand."

There were a few signs thrown in a mess on the table.

The boss in front handed out a bank promissory note or cash check, and the staff in the yellow shirt refused to accept it and said, "I don't know this thing, I only need money."

Some people were dissatisfied and argued: "Bank promissory notes are the same as money."

The staff repeatedly said: "My leader said, 100,000 yuan is a brand. I don't know what promissory note you gave me, how do you ask me to collect it?"

The boss asked who the leader was, but the staff didn't say anything.

So someone clamored to "find a leader" but no one really moved his feet. Everyone understood that after finding a leader, there would be no time left. If they hid from you, the auction would be over after they came back.

Seeing this, Su Cheng saw that it was the case, he pulled Xiaopang up and rushed forward without saying a word, and sold 200,000 yuan in cash, which piled it into a high pile, and asked, "Can this brand be used as 100,000 yuan?"

"yes."

Su Cheng stopped talking, picked up two signs and pulled Xiaopang through the gate quickly.

The boss behind suddenly realized something. He blocked the door and stopped letting people in, trying to make a sound. There were still some people who could give out 100,000 yuan in one morning. At this time, he was blocked outside and could only curse in a low voice, which would not cause public anger.

There were only four people sitting in the conference room. When they saw Su Cheng, they raised their eyelids.

Su Cheng did not hesitate to pick up the front seat and sat down. Seeing Lin Yonggui on the rostrum on the side, he felt a little relieved.

As long as the referee does not hinder the squad, he will not be afraid of the people ahead.

No matter how arrogant Bo Rong is, he dare not eat alone.

Su Cheng raised his head and smiled at Bo Rong.

The latter forced a smile and avoided his eyes.

On the verge of 2 o'clock, the noise outside became louder, and in the end more than 20 people rushed in, holding signs in their hands, and others were still arguing there.

Bo Rong frowned without notice. This number was a bit beyond his calculations.

14:01.

An auctioneer was invited from other places and made a debut.

This man spoke Hong Kong Mandarin with big tongue. He said in a quick tone: "Welcome to all leaders and guests, we are gathered together today for this oil well auction. Our rules are very simple. If the price is above, the price will be higher. Each time, the price will be increased by at least 5,000 yuan. You can raise the sign or shout out the price. If you don't have a price increase of three times, the hammer will be dropped. Please pay the money on the spot and only cash will be collected."

"Why don't you charge a promissory note!"

The auctioneer was stunned for a moment and said, "The rules are so..."

"There is no such rule? What is the difference between promissory notes and cash..."

"We don't have an appraiser for bank promissory notes..."

"Then go and invite one, my sister-in-law can identify the promissory note!"

"I think it's better to collect promissory notes, otherwise there will inevitably be a risk of state-owned assets loss." Su Cheng stood up slowly.

As soon as he spoke, the oil bosses suddenly felt solemn, and everyone on the rostrum turned their heads.

Su Cheng had long anticipated that the other party might not collect bank promissory notes, which was very detrimental to him, so he had already made a draft. At this time, he looked directly at Bo Rong and said, "It is said that this morning, the Oilfield Party Committee (-<  >-House. Update the fastest.) will make the decision to auction the oil wells. The notice was released at 12 o'clock. Now it is 2 o'clock. In such a short time, it is not too late to go to Ji*nan Headquarters. Even if the bank in Dongying is empty, it will not be able to pay out 2 million cash. If the bank is not collected, in addition to those who have prepared, wouldn't these 300 oil wells be sold at a low price?"

Bo Rong made this idea. The current national conditions are that as long as you go through the auction, you will have reasonable and legal procedures and cannot be considered a low-priced sale. However, if the city says this, the price will be lower in the end, and there will be accusations of low-priced sale.

It would be fine if you are upright and not afraid of the shadow slanting, but "people who have been prepared" do exist.

Bo Rong gently tugged the teacup.

The host changed his mind when he saw the wind and said, "Since everyone has concerns about this, then let's ask the bank to send an appraisal expert. Director Su please sit down..."

"It's better to call Mr. Su. My identity today is a sole proprietorship and the chairman of Jinan Power Machinery Factory." Su Cheng was full of fighting spirit.

300 oil wells are worth hundreds of millions of yuan. Bo Rong wants to sell them at a low price, so his small body cannot stop him. Since that is the case, he has to tear him down a piece of meat.

In Su Cheng's eyes, Bo Rong in the auction house is a paper tiger. His power can help him change the rules, but when everyone enters the auction house, the rules are determined, Bo Rong can only be a spectator.

Another oil boss shouted "cash checks" but almost didn't get much support. The host also used "worrying about short checks" to make excuses.

Su Cheng's eyes stared at the big bag under the feet of the four people in front of him, and calculated silently.

Since the other party is planning to use cash to card the person, they all carry cash, and the approximate amount of their funds can be guessed from the size of the bag.

Several people probably realized this and tried to block the bag with their legs, but this was not possible. Some even pretended to be smoking and walked to the front to see.

The money bag originally used as a deterrent suddenly became a failure.

"Bang."

The door behind him is closed tightly.

The total amount of funds in the auction hall is limited.

In this case, no one can get 300 oil wells alone.

Vision and judgment will become the winning factors.

Every amount of money must be used carefully to maximize its value.

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Chapter completed!