"Lost? It shouldn't be. Oh, I don't mean to offend, you are by no means a careless person. If you really lose your passbook, don't worry, just report the loss to me. We will check your access records, you are
General, the relevant records must be kept independently. If they are confirmed to be correct, we will quickly provide you with a replacement."
"Okay, I believe in your ability. Let me ask again, what if the passbook is lost and someone secretly withdraws the money?"
"This... this can be classified as an economic crime." As he said this, the director glanced at Captain Lalin beside Yang Mingzhi a few times: "Comrades from the Ministry of Internal Affairs know this best."
"Secretly taking money is considered theft. If you dare to steal military personnel's money in an emergency, this matter is not managed by the public security police. We will quickly arrest the criminals and punish them immediately."
"Penalty? What punishment?"
"Of course they are given to the troops and incorporated into the front-line troops. The Soviets are fair. They have hurt the country, so they should use fighting to atone for their sins."
Yang Mingzhi nodded deeply and no longer dwelled on this matter.
"Comrade Director, the account you gave me has a new number. Where is my previous account? There should be nearly a thousand rubles in it."
"It has been incorporated into your current deposit." Suddenly, the director realized that this might arouse suspicion. He stood up suddenly and said in an extravagant manner: "Everything is in accordance with the orders of the superiors. I have not corrupted a kopeck. If so.
If you have any doubts, I am willing to accept organizational investigation."
My old passbook is in the car outdoors. It is badly damaged. I'm afraid it will take a lot of time for the bank to verify it. As for how much money is in my wife's passbook, I can only ask the bank to manually check the file.
Compared to one and a half million rubles, one thousand rubles is already a drop in the bucket.
"Okay, I believe in your personality and professionalism. But I need money now. Moscow has turned into a military camp. I see many people are still queuing up to buy things. Maybe I can buy some more goods."
"You want to withdraw money to buy something?"
"Yes. Do you have any suggestions?"
"What are you buying?" The director, who was sweating on his forehead, finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was happy to answer Yang Mingzhi's new question and continued: "The current situation is a bit bad. Some items in short supply are priced very high, and sometimes the prices are too high.
It may not be in stock. If you want to buy some bread, I suggest you withdraw more money."
"Why? Do you have any explanation?" Although Yang Mingzhi had basically guessed it, he was afraid that he might have the same encounter as him in Podolsk, so he asked this deliberately.
"The price is too high. It's thirty rubles per kilogram, and sometimes it can go up to fifty rubles. The price really changes every day. Fortunately, potatoes are relatively cheap. Institutions like ours are provided with food by the state, and so are you. It's just that the price is relatively cheap.
You want to buy more food reserves for emergencies, but unfortunately, you really can only spend a lot of money."
"Okay, let's take ten thousand rubles, and convert most of them into five hundred denominations, followed by one hundred denominations. I also want some one-ruble coins. I don't believe it. In such a big Moscow, all goods are expensive.
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Yang Mingzhi never expected that his words would surprise Nikonov.
"Comrade General! Ten thousand rubles? You... you can't? You can't withdraw the money."
"What? What did you say?"
"You can only withdraw five thousand rubles, and you cannot withdraw money again within a week. In other words, you can only withdraw twenty thousand rubles per month."
"I heard that the bank also imposes limits on depositors?"
"Yes. This is a national regulation. You do have a huge sum of money in your passbook, but you cannot withdraw it at once, and remittances are even more restricted."
When he said this, Yang Mingzhi basically understood everything.
In fact, it is easy to understand that all-out war is never an iron-blooded fight between soldiers and war machines in the wilderness or in the streets. Espionage warfare and economic warfare are also components of all-out war.
As the saying goes, "One shot of a cannon is worth ten thousand taels of gold," it can be a money-grabbing feast for arms dealers, and it can also be a crazy drain on the national finances.
"Are you worried about hurting the fragile wartime economy?" Yang Mingzhi asked with a wooden face.
"Since you all know, yes, it is indeed the case. This is the leader's order, and anyone who exceeds this amount will be investigated."
"Is that so?" Yang Mingzhi turned to ask Captain Lalin beside him, and received a positive answer.
Yang Mingzhi realized that something might not be working well. He sighed helplessly and continued: "Then five thousand rubles. I need money to buy furniture and other items. Please exchange them for me with low-denomination ones."
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"Okay, I'll send someone to take care of it immediately."
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After a while of waiting, a handful of neat, brand-new banknotes full of ink were delivered to Yang Mingzhi's hands.
"This is your money, Comrade General. If you need money urgently..." The director looked at the confused Star Tao: "Your wife also has a quota of five thousand rubles per week."
"No need." Yang Mingzhi shook his head, "Five thousand rubles is also a huge amount of money. As long as I don't buy things randomly, it will definitely be enough."
"Of course! Of course. I have lived in the city for more than ten years, and prices are really skyrocketing now. The price of commercial grain has increased dozens of times, even a hundred times, but the guys in the state-owned stores just don't want us to buy it. In fact, they
The idea is brilliant, spending a lot of money to buy food, and all the money earned will be used to subsidize the military, and in the future I will buy supplies for the allies." The director said this with deep helplessness, and his words were full of dissatisfaction with the current situation.
"However, I did not see beggars on the street. People are still queuing up to buy things, which shows that the supply of materials has not been interrupted, people still have the strength to queue up, and people are not hungry."
"After all, this is not Leningrad, but the value of money has weakened. What's more, the country is printing a large number of coins, and what you have in your hand is the latest one. Also, you should be aware of the smell of ink permeating our branch."
"Yes."
"There are a lot of brand-new banknotes piled up in our warehouse. There have never been so many before. In Moscow and surrounding cities, almost every family member has joined the army. Most people are still fighting on the front line. There are a huge number of meritorious service. Those soldiers usually ask for their
The military merit bonus is distributed to the family, and the family members bring it to receive it.
The family members received the money and quickly used it for city consumption. The amount of cash flowing in our eternal capital was so huge that all kinds of state-owned stores in the city increased prices for in-demand items, especially grain!
Ah, these are all economic things, maybe you..."
"I understand common sense about economics. Fortunately, our system has advantages. As long as the transportation lines are open at any time, no one will go hungry. Ordinary citizens still receive life-saving rations, but their lives are more difficult."
"Yes!" the director raised his chest, "No matter how difficult it is, it was much easier during the Tsarist period. Our bank will also issue food stamps, and citizens will receive them once a month. You see, everything is in order."
Yang Mingzhi nodded, put a little saliva on his fingers, and counted the money skillfully.
This unintentional move immediately caught the attention of the director, as if the general had once worked as an accountant?
"Very good, a total of five thousand rubles, forty-nine one-hundred-dollar bills, and ten pieces of change."
"We are always meticulous in our work, and you, Comrade General, are you also a master of counting money?"
"Oh? That's right. It's just a skill I was forced to learn when organizing documents."
In that dimension, which Chinese can't be an expert at counting money? After all, the new China has been pursuing a policy of low-denomination banknotes for a long time. Countless people think that the country should increase the face value of banknotes. However, with the advent of the information age, the financial industry has set off
With the comprehensive electronic payment revolution and currency digitization, no one has mentioned the issue of low face value.
The sharp contrast is none other than the Soviet Union. Prices have been low for a long time. You can buy something for one kopeck, but the maximum denomination is one thousand rubles, a difference of one hundred thousand times!
Since there is no wallet, money can only be carried in the pockets of clothes.
Yang Mingzhi is indeed wearing a traditional Russian-style coat, and underneath the coat is a brand-new military uniform. The current Soviet army has not changed its uniforms. The military uniforms from top to bottom are simple and practical, but they lack power. The clothing
There are many pockets, and a wad of banknotes can be easily slipped into.
Of course, as a good man, how can he do it when his wife is penniless? So more than a dozen hundred ruble bills became star fruit money.
Now that the bank has done good things, especially since Director Nikonov has been so helpful, Russians are actually willing to accept tips. However, in this special period, they are afraid of being suspected of accepting tips and paying bribes.
Yang Mingzhi said warmly: "I don't have a big demand for advanced things. The remaining money will be safely deposited in the bank. When the war is won and the whole area is calm, I will spend it slowly. Thank you very much."
"You're welcome, this is our mission."
"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing."
"Speaking."
"The optical shops in the city should still be open. To be honest, I have suffered from myopia due to long-term intense work. I must wear a pair of glasses, and my wife is the same."
"Are your eyes sick? No, there are no optical shops in the city. If you want to wear your eyes, you need to go to the hospital." As he said that, the director quickly looked at his watch, "It's not good. The ophthalmologists get off work on time. I'm afraid they won't be able to do it."
I will work overtime for you."
"Then I have to hurry up. I hope the price of glasses won't be very expensive."
The director affirmed: "Citizens' medical care is free, but sometimes they have to pay, such as the cost of making glasses. I'm afraid, the price of a pair of glasses is higher now."
"Is it because professional lens polishers were prompted to make military telescopes?"
"Maybe, but the price is too expensive anyway." As he said that, the director quickly called over a bank employee wearing glasses.
According to this man's account, his glasses were purchased before the war and cost twenty rubles.
By the way, no matter how expensive glasses are, how expensive can they be? Could they still be worth two thousand rubles?
Yang Mingzhi thought, this is not the China of the next century. In this era, compulsory education has not been popularized in the Soviet Union for ten years. Children in the upper grades still have to pay tuition fees. Once, Natasha was the hope of the whole village, and the tuition fees were crowdfunded.
Without so many children studying hard, how could the whole population wear glasses, and how could it lead to a huge profiteering industry? Moreover, the Soviet authorities must also crack down on this speculative behavior.
"I hold five thousand rubles in my hand. Which optical shop dares to open my mouth?"
Coming out of the back door of the bank, Yang Mingzhi looked calm, but she was holding her husband's hand, with the joy of a good harvest on her face. She had never seen a hundred rubles in her life, and she understood the horror of a hundred rubles before the war.
What about purchasing power - I can buy two or three good quality sweaters.
Yang Mingzhi got into the car and asked the captain: "Is it too late to go to the hospital now?"
"It's still too late. Driver, go to the Second People's Hospital."
Beria and his men hold great power. Moscow citizens have already had priority over the entire alliance and have long enjoyed free medical benefits. Internal Affairs Ministry personnel enjoy even higher medical benefits with their certificates.
In addition, officials, military officers and their families all enjoy the best medical treatment, which is a privilege beyond that of civilians.
Yang Mingzhi could not have imagined this, nor could he have imagined that the captain had made up his mind to be arrogant in this matter. If the glasses matter was not handled properly, the ophthalmology department of the Second Hospital would not be able to get off work today.
The car rushed to the entrance of the hospital. The sun was about to set. It was also the time for many citizens to see a doctor.
Shops and hospital entrances are always places where crowds gather. The citizens are even more afraid of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. They can't help but avoid the blue hats when they see it, which also allows Yang Mingzhi and his wife to walk quickly and enter the hospital building where the smell of alcohol permeates the air.
Energy use was restricted during wartime, and Moscow also implemented a policy of power rationing for residents at night. Only many key departments must ensure sufficient power supply. Gasoline generators were also equipped to ensure that if the Germans bombed power facilities, the power supply to various departments would be stable.
This is a hospital, which is always full of patients.
Yang Mingzhi just held his wife's hand and looked around, and what he saw and heard was a strong sense of intimacy!
Why? Look at the appearance of the corridor. The entire wall is covered with white putty, and the lower end of the wall is painted with green paint. Metal pipes are arranged in the corners. Through the gaps in the doors of some departments, Yang Mingzhi saw the heaters inside.
piece.
It was hard not to feel familiar with him, because at the beginning of the founding of New China in that dimension, the so-called modern medical system focused on learning from the Soviet Union, and the hospital construction projects in Project 156 were simply followed. White walls, green paint, and large radiators.
If it weren't for the fact that there were Russians with brown hair coming and going who spoke Russian, Yang Mingzhi would be so lucky to have traveled through time again.
The permanent smell of alcohol in the air gives star fruit a greater sense of intimacy.
She just grabbed her husband's arm and murmured: "Brother, after I give birth to my child, I will also work in a hospital like this. Right."
"Isn't this what you want?"
"Yes."
"Before this, you have to seize the time to study. After the child is born, you can go to a professional school at the right time to study. Only when you obtain a qualification certificate can you work in such a hospital. After all, this is not a battlefield, everything is based on certificates.
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"All right."
Yang Mingzhi added: "Having a baby is also a big step for a woman, and I'm afraid something will happen to you. Wait until next year, and you will be hospitalized in the obstetrics and gynecology department of the hospital. I will try my best to accompany you."
"Okay, I listen to you."
Obviously, when the husband comes to the city, he feels as if he is coming home. Everything is extremely new to him, but the husband adapts instantly. He seems to have a deep understanding of large hospitals.
"I really don't know what you went through when you were a child?" It was just a headache to think about it. Soon, I grabbed my husband's star fruit and finally went to the so-called ophthalmology department. (To be continued)