Jincheng Bank.

Cheng Weinan straightened his beautiful mustache in front of the mirror.

It took him almost ten years to rise from an ordinary clerk to branch manager.

His personal promotion path is considered fast, just like the development of Jincheng Bank.

This private bank, mainly funded by warlords and bureaucrats as shareholders, was first opened in Tianjin.

Later, branches began to be opened in Peiping, Shanghai, Hankou and other places.

Just this year, deposits have reached 183 million yuan, once surpassing Shanghai Commercial and Savings Bank and ranking first among private banks.

Moreover, the company moved its headquarters directly to Shanghai, and the former head office in Tianjin became a branch instead.

Cheng Weinan was appointed as the deputy general manager of the head office, mainly responsible for soliciting deposit business and continuing to maintain competitiveness with private banks.

Especially Shanghai Commercial and Savings Bank.

Hearing that the general manager was about to retire, Cheng Weinan wanted to see if he would be lucky enough to continue to advance to the next level.

If you can get into the board of directors, then your life will be perfect.

"Manager Cheng, Mrs. Cai is here."

"Mrs. Cai? Which Mrs. Cai?"

"Cai Xuefei, Mrs. Qiangwei."

"Ah? Is it her?"

Upon hearing Cai Xuefei's name, Cheng Weinan perked up.

This is a very famous woman in Shanghai.

She has accounts in many banks, but she has never opened an account in Jincheng Bank.

She is a celebrity. Once she opens an account at Jincheng Bank, even if she only deposits one yuan in it, it will only bring benefits and no harm to the bank's future business development.

"Mrs. Cai, please go to the VIP room. I'll be there soon. Ah, treat her with the best coffee."

Cheng Weinan really felt that he was lucky, he was promoted to deputy general manager, and then Mrs. Qiangwei came...

…

When he arrived at the VIP room, Cheng Weinan discovered that Mrs. Qiangwei did not come alone. He also brought a young man with him.

"Hello, madam, I have known for a long time that Mrs. Qiangwei is famous all over Shanghai. How lucky I am to meet you today." Cheng Weinan had a happy face and said a lot of compliments as soon as he came in.

"Thank you." Cai Xuefei smiled and said, "This is my cousin, Charles Meng."

"Hello, Mr. Meng."

Cheng Weinan shook hands with Meng Shaoyuan politely: "Mrs. Cai, Mr. Meng, please sit down. I came to Xiaohang today and I don't know if there is anything I can do for you."

"My cousin and I are going to open two accounts here." Cai Xuefei said straight to the point: "My account has a deposit of US$150,000. My cousin's account has a deposit of US$100,000."

Cheng Weinan was overjoyed.

A good start, a good start.

This two hundred and fifty thousand US dollars is definitely a big sum.

Once you successfully open an account, not to mention your own personal savings quota, even the entire company's savings business can be ranked among the best in the head office and various branches.

What's more important is Mrs. Rose's golden sign.

"That's really our honor." Cheng Weinan was very excited: "I will arrange a special person now... No, I will serve you personally..."

"Don't be anxious, Manager Cheng." Meng Shaoyuan said calmly: "We have prerequisites for opening these two accounts."

"Mr. Meng, as long as it is within the scope of my rights, I will help you with anything."

"It's not difficult. It's just a matter of words for Manager Cheng." Meng Shaoyuan said with a smile: "There is a person named Zheng Jibao in your bank?"

"Yes. That's the head of the bank's private savings department."

"Fire him."

ah?

Cheng Weinan was startled.

Fire him?

This Zheng Jibao's personal business ability is acceptable. Although his reputation is not good, some people always say that he has moral problems. But for a bank, as long as he completes the task, who cares about his personal style?

This time the branch changed to the head office, and except for Cheng Weinan, the positions of all branch staff were adjusted accordingly.

Zheng Jibao was originally the deputy director of the private savings department, but now he has been demoted to the supervisor. It is not that he has no complaints, but after all, he is the supervisor of the head office.

"This, Mr. Meng." Cheng Weinan was a little embarrassed: "Zheng Jibao has been working hard in this bank, so we can't fire him without any reason, right?"

"The case of the third brother abandoning his sister."

When Meng Shaoyuan said these words, Cheng Weinan suddenly realized.

This matter made a big fuss in the public concession, but Cheng Weinan didn't take it seriously.

"Mr. Meng, this is his private matter after all, and it seems to have little to do with the bank..."

"Two accounts, US$250,000, cannot be moved within one year."

Meng Shaoyuan interrupted him without hesitation: "Otherwise, we will deposit the money in the Shanghai Commercial and Savings Bank. If you fire a supervisor and get a huge deposit, I think Manager Cheng will still settle the account, right?

What's more, the case of the third brother's abandonment of his sister has made a big fuss in Shanghai. Zheng Jibao is from your Jincheng Bank, and it doesn't seem to have a good impact on your bank.

Manager Cheng, when you fire Zheng Jibao, you can publish the following statement in the newspaper, 'Our bank has always insisted on putting people first, taking kindness as its root, fairness and justice, fairness and selflessness. Now we categorically fire Zheng Jibao, our bank's most important general, to consolidate its roots and uphold its integrity.

The bank's consistent purpose is to consider the interests of depositors and never allow bad apples to exist in the bank...'"

The more Cheng Weinan listened, the more reasonable he felt.

Although it is a bit reluctant to fire Zheng Jibao, it can not only attract huge deposits, but also help Jincheng Bank create such a sensational advertisement for free.

He can still calculate the gains and losses himself.

This Charles Meng really has a lot of new words. Using his words for advertising is absolutely effective.

Cai Xuefei struck while the iron was hot: "Manager Cheng, at that time I will invite some celebrities to publicize your bank's charity, and I will also ask the Shanghai Chamber of Commerce and Industry to give your bank a plaque saying 'People are the most kind'!"

well.

Once this advertisement is released, Jincheng Bank will be even more powerful than Shanghai Commercial and Savings Bank, and the people on the board of directors will definitely reward itself.

Maybe, my dream of becoming a general manager can be realized earlier.

So, what does it mean to sacrifice one Zheng Jibao?

Thinking of this, Cheng Weinan no longer hesitated: "Mrs. Cai, Mr. Meng, will the book funds not be touched within one year?"

"One year!"

"When will the plaque be delivered?"

"When will your bank fire Zheng Jibao? He will arrive the next day, beat gongs and drums, and all reporters from all newspapers will be present!"

"Okay!" Cheng Weinan stood up: "Please go home and wait. There will be news tomorrow at the latest."

…

Daniel, the police chief of the Shanghai Public Settlement Bureau of Industry and Commerce, met Charles Meng again.

Last time, in order to ensure that his opium investment would go smoothly, and with the temptation of fifteen thousand pounds, Daniel helped Meng do a lot of things.

This Charles Meng is too courageous.

Killed Yin Kesheng and his men, and directly robbed Zhengjin Bank.

Yes, he must have done it.

Of course, he also did a very good job in the aftermath.

All the dirty water was poured on that Xue Sanqiang's head.

And because the Japanese Police House is independent of the public concession, he, the police chief, does not have to bear any responsibilities other than sending someone to coordinate.

Moreover, that Xue Sanqiang is dead, and the truth will never be known.

Seeing Meng Shaoyuan, Daniel seemed to see a Chinese God of Wealth: "Charles, look, is there anything we can cooperate with today?"

The best way to deal with a miser is money, needless to say other nonsense.

Meng Shaoyuan took out a check and placed it in front of Daniel.

Two thousand pounds.

"Oh, only two thousand pounds?" Daniel was slightly disappointed: "Aren't you going to do something big in Shanghai this time?"

Meng Shaoyuan actually felt dumbfounded: "Mr. Police Commissioner, big things don't happen often. For two thousand pounds, help me fire two people, two patrolmen, and a Chinese patrolman. One thousand pounds each."

"who is it?"

"Has the Commissioner of Police heard about the case of the third brother abandoning his sister?"
To be continued...