It is now 1942. The banking industry of major international countries in this time and space has been quite modernized. Although there are no magnetic bank cards, Americans still enjoyed the consumption of overdraft credit crazily in the 1920s. In the banking industry of the Soviet Union, due to its unique
In terms of physique, she may be lagging behind that of the United States.
However, national banks, which are completely controlled by the authorities, are extremely stable enterprises. As long as the so-called Soviet Union continues to exist, depositors' money will not be lost.
Tens of millions of Soviet citizens naturally deposited their money in "savings banks", which were banks established throughout the Soviet Union for people's savings business.
It is a huge institutional system that is trusted by all the people. It is very rare for people to save a huge sum of money in the "Savings Bank". It is impossible for ordinary citizens to accumulate 20,000 yuan in 20 years.
rubles, and Natasha's account balance has exceeded one hundred thousand.
Alexandrov carefully checked the girl's ID. He realized that what happened today was of great significance, and his forehead couldn't help but moisten.
He stood up and said with a professional smile: "Please wait a moment, I want to call the head office to confirm your identity again."
"Is this...is this really necessary?" Natasha asked in confusion.
"Of course! Dear Comrade Speroskina, the bank has a system. I must report your visit to Perm to my superiors and obtain authorization from my superiors to lend money. I'm sorry, but your account balance is still
If it exceeds 100,000 rubles, according to the current law, my branch does not have the authorization from the superiors and has no right to lend you even one kopeck."
Alexandrov left quickly. He suppressed his mixed feelings and went straight to the phone room.
Natasha was left here, pouting impatiently: "Well, I still want to withdraw the money and go back to school. I don't want to miss class."
Dokturov shook his head regretfully: "You have already arrived at the bank, so just follow their arrangements. I hope this branch manager is not a lazy person."
Natasha waited for a while, sitting idle and bored, and her mood became more and more impatient.
About thirty minutes passed before Alexandrov came back and sat back down with a smile on his face.
Within a long half hour, he directly called the Perm Head Office of the Savings Bank, and finally the president of the Perm Region also learned of the matter.
Natasha went to school in Perm. Not many people knew about it. It was not a confidentiality requirement, but because the alliance needed to promote her as a soldier, not as a student.
But she is still a famous hero and has a huge sum of money in her bankbook.
In today's Soviet Union, the cost of forging citizens' passbooks is very high, and it is even more difficult to forge steel seals.
Alexandrov submitted some numbering figures, which exactly matched the records of the All-Soviet Head Office of the Savings Bank.
That's enough, he can be sure that the person coming is Speroskina herself.
"Dear Comrade Speroskina, we have fully confirmed your identity. I heard that you want to withdraw a sum of money? There are no longer any obstacles."
"Hey, it takes half an hour to prove my identity." Natasha sighed: "Half an hour! I'm going to miss the afternoon class."
"Oh? You are still in school? Could it be that a hero like you is at Perm University?"
"No, I'm in No. 1 Middle School and I have to finish my tenth grade course first. Okay, let's not talk about this. I really need to withdraw some money, and the amount is relatively large."
She naturally provided some important information. The most important thing is that she is a tenth grade student of No. 1 Middle School.
Alexandrov wrote this down secretly, and then he completely entered into working mode. He changed his friendly appearance and became serious.
He mechanically introduced the current banking policy of the Soviet Union. To prevent the girl from hearing it unclearly, he repeated it again.
"Oh? In the end, I can only withdraw five thousand rubles this month? It's okay, I can accept it."
"Yes, I'm afraid this policy will still need to be adjusted, and the upper limit for citizens' withdrawals will continue to be reduced. The country's financial situation is very tight, and as citizens we must understand."
Money is a good thing, and it often takes time to spend it. Natasha thought about it carefully and gritted her teeth: "Five thousand rubles, withdraw the money!"
Five thousand rubles is also an astonishingly huge amount of money. It is equivalent to one and a half years' salary of the most ordinary worker today! Even now because the Soviet authorities have printed a large amount of banknotes, five thousand rubles is still a huge amount of money.
It was precisely because of this that Alexandrov felt that he had to ask her clearly about her intention to withdraw money.
"Comrade, five thousand rubles is too much. Can you tell me what you need it for? Is it to buy clothes?"
"It's about bicycles and clothes. I'll go to a clothing store to look at it or other daily necessities." Natasha said cheerfully.
"But it doesn't cost more than five thousand rubles! Dear comrade, you have a huge amount of money now. I really don't want you to lose your mind because of money. Listen, over-consumption is wrong. Don't fall into the little bourgeois style.
The trap of consumerism.”
Natasha suddenly felt that this bank branch president sounded like an ideological and political teacher? Or maybe he was engaged in propaganda when he was young.
Of course, his warning makes sense.
Natasha bowed lightly: "Thank you, I won't spend money randomly. I also want to buy some books or other things. I think I will use this money until next summer."
"That's good. I hope you can enjoy a peaceful and safe campus life. Leave the rest of the work to me. You just sit here. Because it involves a large withdrawal, you have to sign some documents. Comrade Dokturov."
"I am here."
"You stay here with her."
After saying that, Alexandrov quickly turned around and left. He led his two deputies to the bank vault and returned about fifteen minutes later with a thick paper bag in his arms.
Wrapped in huge kraft paper are the newly printed banknotes.
The current Chervin banknotes in circulation, that is, the rubles currently in circulation, have a maximum face value of only five.
Considering that the average monthly salary of workers in the Soviet Union before the war was around fifty rubles, such a maximum denomination was still acceptable. In fact, a considerable degree of commodity transactions could be solved by using kopeck coins.
Natasha smelled a strong smell of ink. She glanced at the thick banknotes in the brown paper bag and knew that they were all her property.
It was the first time that she could control so much money. She was deeply shocked. If she used it to spend it, she would have a prosperous life!
Her eyes were fixed on the money, which surprised Alexandrov.
"Hey! Comrade Speroskina, are you okay?"
"Hey!"
He called three times in a row before Natasha woke up.
Alexandrov and his deputies quickly sorted and counted a thousand banknotes!
The bills were bundled in bundles of one hundred, tied with brown paper strips. Even so, there were ten bundles.
"Comrade, this is your five thousand rubles, which is a huge amount of money. I hope you can stay sane, just like you did on the battlefield."
"Okay...ok..."
Natasha is not a saint. It does not mean that she becomes a hero and has a moral character that surpasses that of the Slavic sage Yaroslav.
She was a village girl who was once extremely poor. She was lucky enough to go to middle school because of the public funding from the entire collective farm.
She has long understood that labor is the way to gain wealth and live a good life, so fighting and killing enemies to gain military bonuses is also a special kind of labor.
Her spirit was in a trance due to excitement, and she ended up with a bag full of money and her hands were trembling.
Alexandrov saw all this, and he was worried about the girl in his heart.
People always have a greedy side, which is one of the seven original sins of man. Although the Soviets are opposed to the existence of God, the belief in God rooted in the people will not disappear instantly.
Alexandrov knew that if he embezzled public funds, he would be shot and his family would be exiled to a labor camp in Siberia. Even with such a high-pressure regulatory policy, some people still take risks.
Maybe a hero can be defeated by greed and forget about everything after gaining huge amounts of money. Alexandrov was worried about this Soviet hero and war orphan.
Although more than 100,000 rubles belong to her, is it really appropriate to let an underage girl freely use this huge sum of money? Maybe the country will wait for her to grow up for a few more years before distributing her huge military merit to her when she gets married.
Rewards are the best.
After a few more instructions, Alexandrov placed some documents in front of Natasha.
"Comrade, sign these documents to prove that it was you who took the money."
"OK."
Natasha signed each document one after another, and these documents were permanently maintained as part of the "Speloskina Savings File". It is said that in an era without telegraphs, one could only rely on the traditional accounting model.
Finally, she didn't expect that Alexandrov actually handed over a notebook.
"Huh? What's going on?"
"Hey, I hope for one of your signatures. I am such a lucky person to meet the legendary hero in Perm. Let me wait for a beautiful commemoration."
Natasha didn't think much and signed her full name skillfully.
Alexandrov nodded with satisfaction. He closed his notebook and asked casually: "You also live and study in this capacity at school? What a pity, I didn't know that you arrived in Perm. You are
Famous hero."
What else could Natasha say? She smiled awkwardly: "I used a pseudonym. I didn't want to cause an uproar on campus."
"So, your student ID?"
"My pseudonym is written there, do you want to see it?"
"This...if you want."
Alexandrov has become very convinced that the strange girl named Kharkova whom old Ivanov asked him to pay attention to is the hero Speroskina. His career in a bank shows that he is a rigorous person. Now
, only by seeing clearly the girl’s identity on her student ID card can we make the final decision.
Doctorov didn't stop him here, and Natasha was also happy.
When Alexandrov opened the girl's student ID card, he saw the full name of the girl's so-called pseudonym.
Many evidences are just to continuously support my conjectures, and now this student ID card is a solid one.
How should Alexandrov face the girl in front of him? He suppressed the excitement in his body and mind, and his whole body was like a pressure cooker.
"Okay, your pseudonym is Kharkova. That's good. Fortunately, you don't use this identity to withdraw money, so you won't cause any trouble."
When Natasha heard this, she immediately remembered Doctorov's previous advice.
"I understand that you will call the police for this and I will be investigated. So I only use a false identity in school and when I leave the campus, I am the hero you said."
"A hero cannot be confined in a small place, Comrade Speroskina!" Alexandrov sighed.
Natasha thought that his sigh meant that the business was done. In fact, it was not the case. He was just feeling deeply for old Ivanov. That old guy's beloved son actually...
"Comrade, can I leave now? I want to go back as soon as possible." Natasha looked at her watch and asked, "I'm late for a while, but I won't be too late."
"Yes, in that case I won't disturb you. Come on, I will send a car to take you two to the gate of No. 1 Middle School."
"Ah? No need! No need..." Natasha quickly declined, "Do I need to be famous? I'd better keep a low profile."
Low profile? When the word came out of her mouth, Alexandrov found it extremely funny.
He couldn't help but say a few more words: "Dear comrade, I think you still want to keep a low profile about your withdrawal of five thousand rubles at a time? I think your purchase of a bicycle will soon be dealt with in your school.
There has to be an uproar. Can you understand?"
"I..." Natasha thought for a while and gradually understood what this person meant.
Bicycles should not be regarded as expensive luxuries, but should be put into the hands of every citizen and become the cheapest means of transportation.
However, it is now classified as military supplies. To buy a brand-new civilian bicycle during the war, you first need to have money, and secondly, you need to know when the bicycle shop will have it in stock.
Natasha quickly asked: "Where is the nearest bicycle shop? Are there any new products there?"
"I don't know." Alexandrov shrugged: "Maybe Comrade Doctorov around you knows it, or maybe some of your classmates know the relevant situation."
"Okay, thank you anyway." Natasha gave a final military salute. She tentatively believed that a person who focused on financial work knew nothing about the transportation of many supplies in Perm City.
She fully hoped to get some news from Doctorov, but what she got was not good news.
Docturov's important task is to enhance the ideological awareness of organization members across the city. He often writes documents and publishes them in the organization's internal journals. He also often goes to the scene where new members join the group and wears badges for new members.
He actually doesn't pay much attention to what is sold in various state-owned stores, and he doesn't care much about food and drink expenses.
Why bother with this? Has the food in the workplace cafeteria become bad? No! The supply of potatoes there has always been very stable.
Can Doctorov help Natasha or persuade her to save some cash.
No, Natasha came to Doctorov's office again. She trusted this big brother who was many years older than herself. She stuffed most of the money into the safe and stayed with her pile of medals, while she herself
I carried three bundles of banknotes, totaling fifteen hundred rubles, and returned to school with mixed emotions.