"Comrade, I called before and made an appointment to withdraw money." Zhang Sheng walked into the Xibao Town Post Office with the remittance form from the post office.

Before the computer was connected to the Internet, it was extremely inconvenient to make payments between banks. People were using pure paper passbooks. Keep a bottom in the bank and record it once on the passbook.

If you want to save or withdraw money, write a line of words on your passbook, stamp it after verifying the numbers, and make records on the bank deposit base. This method seems to be a little more troublesome than electronic, but when withdrawing money across regions, it is much more troublesome.

In many places, let alone cross-regional and cross-bank withdrawals, you cannot even handle deposit and withdrawal services in different branches of the same bank. The reason is very simple. If other bank branches do not have the foundation to deposit you, they will naturally not be able to handle business for you.

In this era, the post office is at the forefront of the times.

Telephones and telegraphs are extremely fast communication tools, and post office remittances are also one of the few tools that can cross-regional working capital.

If Zhang Sheng wants to use money, he can only ask people from the Beijing headquarters of Jielikang to send money to Xibao Town.

In the post office in Xibao Town, Wu Qian was on duty at the counter. She looked down at the English book, chanting words with unknown meanings while copying them on the back of the abandoned post office letter paper. When she heard the sound, she didn't have to look up.

State-owned enterprises have this style. Only this one does not need to pay attention to service or efficiency.

Zhang Sheng had to speak again and said, "Hello comrade, I'm more anxious here. Can you help me see it? I'm going to use the money soon."

Sister Li next to him was unhappy and stood up from the counter next to him and shouted, "You are just anxious. Who has nothing to do? It's so difficult for young people to read some books, what are you calling?"

"I didn't shout, you shouted."

"What do I shout?" Sister Li slapped the table and asked again: "What do I shout?"

This is the Xibao Town Post Office version of "What are you looking at?"

Zhang Sheng had no choice but to spread his hands: "I was wrong, I was really wrong, I was just in a hurry to do things. I am Zhang Sheng from the UK's Jellycon Office in China. I called yesterday and said I wanted to withdraw 10,000 yuan. Your Hedong Provincial Postal Bureau said it was a special matter and asked me to come to yours today to get it."

Zhang Sheng said the name of the foreign-funded enterprise, shouted out the name of the Hedong Provincial Postal Bureau, and began to quietly wait for the people in the postal office to become arrogant at first and then respectful.

Sister Li stared at Zhang Sheng for a while and said, "I won't do it well in Chinese, I will do it for foreigners..."

Zhang Sheng was both angry and angry. If it were normal, he would have cursed, but today there was something more important.

He suppressed his anger and said, "Comrade, there is no need to say that. I'm here to do the business. Just give me the remittance."

Zhang Sheng put the remittance slip on the desktop.

Sister Li patted Wu Qian and signaled her to leave. She looked at the remittance slip and said, "The amount is too big. Our director is not here, please wait."

Zhang Sheng was really anxious now and said loudly: "This money is very important, I must use it today."

"It's useless for you to shout."

"Where did you director go? Have you not received orders from your superiors?"

"The director was hospitalized yesterday. He had a heart disease and was very dangerous." Sister Li said and wiped his eyes and said, "The director worked hard all his life, and his health was already very poor. Yesterday, he received an order from the bureau and still insisted on working, but he fainted and is still lying in the hospital..."

Zhang Sheng was completely speechless. What could he do when he was in the hospital?

"The director is not here, who is in charge of the affairs? Is the deputy director here?" Zhang Sheng had to ask himself, and he would ignore you if he didn't ask.

"We are the town post office, where is there any deputy director?" Sister Li sighed and said, "The director fainted temporarily. There is no one in charge now. If you have a big deal, we can't do anything about it. Let's come again tomorrow."

"Hey... no, there are people waiting for me over there."

"You can see if it's OK." Sister Li ignored him.

Zhang Sheng hesitated for a moment and pleaded again: "At least, give me half of it, I'm really useless."

Wu Qian, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but laugh: "The remittance order is together. If you want to withdraw it, you can take it out. How can I calculate half of it?"

"I..." Zhang Sheng looked at Wu Qian, was stunned for a moment, adjusted his emotions in a flash, and said, "Then can I make a call?"

"Public phone number, fill out the form here to get the deposit." Sister Li continued to guide Zhang Sheng.

Zhang Sheng took 10 yuan to put it on the table and went to make a phone call in a hurry. Unexpectedly, the phone was locked.

Sister Li leisurely knocked on the counter and said, "Fill in the form, sign, and give a deposit."

"The deposit is not given." Zhang Sheng suppressed his anger. He wanted to leave, but it didn't work. The public telephone in the entire Xibao Town was the post office. The high-end thing like public telephones is not very popular in Beijing.

"If you don't sign, you will call back later and say you've given 100 yuan. How can I prove it?" Sister Li also had a lot of reasons and left after that.

Zhang Sheng looked at her and suddenly felt something was wrong: "Why is she leaving?"

"Maybe it's going to the bathroom?" Wu Qian shook her head and continued to bury her head in the review of her books. She and Yang Rui made an appointment to go to college. It was obviously not enough to study.

Zhang Shengxin asked unwillingly: "How long will it take to come back?"

"I don't know." Wu Qian continued to shake her head and continued to review the book.

"Can I fill in the form and hand it over to you?" Zhang Sheng was lucky.

Wu Qian smiled embarrassedly and said, "I don't have a key."

Zhang Sheng had to fill out the form first and wait quietly for Sister Li's return.

This wait took more than an hour.

Zhang Sheng also gradually calmed down from anxiety.

When Sister Li entered the door, Zhang Sheng was completely out of temper and called to complain, but he became weak.

Complaints also took a long time.

Originally, the route from Xibao Town was on weak priority. It took a long-distance phone number to go to Pingjiang, and it was even harder to dial Pingjiang from Beijing.

In fact, the phone number from Xibao Town must first pass through Xi County, then to Nanhu City, then to Pingjiang City, and then to several provinces. It is absolutely necessary for people who are stuck.

In 1984, I made a phone call to Beijing, and it was almost enough time to fly.

What's even more tragic is that Zhang Sheng had to file a complaint with Jielikan's China headquarters.

After he completed the complaint, Jielikan's China headquarters then reported the information to Hepingjiang, Beijing.

Then, I asked Pingjiang to report the information to Xibao Town, but I don’t know how long it took.

Sister Li looked at her watch and waited until half past five, she started rushing to the people and said, "I'm off work, and the idle people are waiting to go home."

Zhang Sheng was shocked and hadn't received the money yet. Now he would explain to the workers when he went back.

He hurriedly asked, "Don't you get off work at 6 o'clock?"

"We want to take the account." Sister Li drove Zhang Sheng out without saying a word, closed the door, clapped her hands, and smiled, "I finally sent him away."

Wang Guohua, who had just returned home, came in through the back door and thanked him: "It's still Aunt Li who has the ability, so she has the idea."

Wang Guohua and Yang Rui are young children, and the director of Xibao Town Post Office is Wang Guohua's father. With this relationship, it is naturally a simple requirement to bully a foreigner.

Only Wu Qian asked with a little concern: "Will the above blame him?"

"How strange it can be? It's so big, and it's not exciting. People are sick? Lao Wang is really in the hospital. His heart is not good. It's good to take the opportunity to take a few days off and let the doctor see it." Sister Li said to Wang Guohua: "Xiaohua, you have nothing to do and go talk to your father. It's very boring to be hospitalized alone."

Wang Guohua agreed happily, returned from the back door as usual, and reported to Yang Rui.
Chapter completed!