Siheyuan, don't yell at me

There were quite a lot of people gathered outside the bank to watch the fun, but not many people were exchanging money.

Most people are still in a wait-and-see state.

Ten thousand yuan in exchange for one yuan, it is really hard for most people to accept this result.

Back then, when the old currency was first issued, one cent could buy a pound of rice.

Until this year, it took more than a thousand old coins to buy a pound of rice.

The currency was over-issued and issued indiscriminately, and depreciated by nearly ten thousand times.

The Chinese people have the habit of saving money, but the money they originally saved has depreciated so much.

In other words, their property has been confiscated.

Faced with this kind of result, which ordinary citizen does not have his or her own concerns?

As a person who has experienced this, He Daqing knows the upcoming monetary policy and naturally does not have such concerns.

He swaggered into the bank, took out several stacks of coins from his bag and threw them on the counter.

“Change money!

In exchange for 100 million!"

He Daqing's loud voice immediately stunned the onlookers.

An average person only earns 5 million a month. A strong laborer, even if he does not eat or drink, may not be able to earn that much in 20 years.

The bank teller was also stunned by He Daqing, even though the task was to complete the exchange of new currency for old currency.

But I still asked as a routine question.

"Comrade, please show me your work ID!"

He Daqing handed over his Red Star Winery work ID.

The teller took one look and was surprised to see that he was the director of the Red Star Winery.

No wonder he is so rich.

As a Shanghainese, who wouldn’t be proud to eat a piece of chocolate?

The Red Star Distillery in Sijiu City is a chocolate manufacturer.

The bank teller's attitude suddenly took a 180-degree turn.

What is the rank of the director of Red Star Winery?

That person is definitely more powerful than their bank president.

Moreover, He Daqing was a war hero, and there were many pages in newspapers devoted to learning from Comrade He Daqing.

The bank teller smiled:

"Director He, would you like to come into the office for a cup of tea?"

He Daqing waved his hand.

"I have something important to do. Give me the money first."

Although it is said to be 100 million, it is actually not a lot of money.

The largest denomination of old money is fifty thousand.

Ten tickets are worth five hundred thousand, one hundred tickets are worth five million, and one thousand tickets are worth fifty million.

Two thousand copies equals one hundred million.

It was just two stacks of money, about ten centimeters thick, and weighed less than four pounds in total.

Two bank tellers, one helping to count the old money, and the other counting the new money.

In a short while, the old money was replaced by new money.

One hundred million turned into ten thousand yuan.

A total of one thousand ten-dollar bills of the largest denomination, also known as the Big Black Ten!

The new version of the banknotes, in terms of paper and texture, cannot be compared with the original crudely made old ones.

Based on the experience of the previous life, the largest denomination issued now should be five yuan, which is just enough to exchange for the old currency with a maximum denomination of fifty thousand.

The Big Black Ten would not be issued and circulated until 57 years later.

It is highly likely that due to the rebirth of Master He Daqing, China's economy is richer than expected, so the 52-yuan note, which was finalized in , was printed ahead of schedule.

Seeing He Daqing stroking the concave and convex patterns on the coins, the bank teller even tried to show off his mystery.

“Director He, do you think the new money is worth the money?

This is a lot of money.

It was our big brother the Soviet Union that printed the money for us.

Look at the pattern, the watermark, the feel, and the color.

As expected of the Soviet Union, the money it prints is just right for you! "

He Daqing smiled, didn't say anything to undermine him, and also followed suit with a few flattering words.

Turned around and walked out of the bank.

I, He Daqing, have a lot of Hong Kong dollars, British pounds, US dollars, rubles, and Japanese money in my hands. What kind of situation has I not seen?

He Daqing found a new restaurant and ordered three dishes and a soup, all of which were staple foods, for just over one dollar.

I have to say that this new version of money is the best.

Before leaving, He Daqing spent another two dollars and bought half a roast chicken.

After a leisurely meal, He Daqing went to the supply and marketing cooperative and bought two bottles of Shanghai's local liquor, planning to drink and eat chicken in the evening.

He Daqing doesn't want to touch anything in the Tatar system store for even a moment.

If I can buy it in reality, I will definitely not use the Tatar Qing system.

Even with the imperial seal to suppress him, He Daqing did not want to let his guard down.

Carrying two bottles of liquor and half a roast chicken, He Daqing returned to the guesthouse.

Unexpectedly, Minister Lin and a large group of people had been waiting at the guesthouse for a long time.

Seeing that Minister Lin was fine, He Daqing breathed a sigh of relief and trotted forward.

"Minister, you are here, have you eaten yet?

You came just in time, I bought you a roast chicken and some wine!"

Minister Lin swallowed and started cursing.

"I'll eat your legs!

I almost died, and you still bought roast chicken and wine.

Do you want to sprinkle it on my grave?"

"Minister, you are blessed with good fortune and a long life!

How can such a small wave capsize your huge ship?

No, no!

The roast chicken tastes really authentic, and the wine is not bad at all!

Come, let's have a drink together."

Minister Lin was left helpless by the unruly He Daqing.

"Who followed you two brothers?

My son is a generation older than you.

You guys go out, Xiao Chen stays!

I have something to discuss with He Daqing."

He Daqing put half a roast chicken on the table and took out two handfuls of peanuts from his pocket.

He opened a bottle of soju and poured it into two shallow bowls.

"Minister, come, let's talk while we eat.

What happened yesterday was caused by me, He Daqing Menglang. I will drink first as a token of my respect."

He drank a sip of soju.

He Daqing smacked his lips happily and exhaled a long puff of alcohol.

"Cool~"

Minister Lin's alcohol addiction was also aroused.

He took a sip, pulled off a chicken leg, and started chewing it without caring about his image.

"He Daqing, what you said last night, is it true?"

He Daqing chewed the roast chicken in his mouth, swallowed it, and then responded.

"Minister, am I, He Daqing, the kind of person who talks nonsense?

A man's word is as good as his words.

It really couldn't be more true.

When I went out, I weighed over 180 pounds.

Now I'm only about 150 pounds. I've suffered so much.

Hey!

Let’s not talk about it, let’s not talk about it!

For the great rejuvenation of our Chinese nation, I, He Daqing, have no regrets, even if I lose another 30 pounds.

I, He Daqing, still say the same thing!

One day, the great Chinese nation will make all the barbarians and nations bow down to us!"

Minister Lin took a bite of roast chicken and a sip of wine. He seemed to be drunk and his breath was much better.

"He Daqing, He Daqing, you really dare to think so.

I really don't know what's wrong with your brain.

Hey!

When people get old, they are no longer useful.

Back then, when I was fighting the Japanese, I used a big knife and chopped off their heads one by one...

He Daqing, I have seen everything you have done for the country.

Thank you for your hard work on this trip!

It’s better to be thinner, so you can look more energetic…”

Minister Lin was a bit long-winded, perhaps because he couldn't hold his liquor, or maybe he was just too old.

He Daqing took two sips and didn't dare drink more.

This soju is quite authentic, but it does not taste very smooth.

On the other hand, he was afraid that he would get drunk and act crazy, not to mention beating Minister Lin up.

Even if you talk nonsense, Lao Lin's body may not be able to handle it.

Minister Lin fainted twice last night. If it happens again, Minister Lin’s life may not be that safe.