Chapter 278: The Stupid Way of Waiting for the Rabbit
As an international city, Shanghai's banking industry is very developed.
Adding up all the big and small ones, there are about twenty.
Zhongyang Bank, Agricultural Bank of China, Bank of Communications, Jincheng Bank, China South Bank, Continental Bank, Salt Bank, Sino-French Industrial Bank, Citibank, Maoye Bank, etc.
Among all banks, Zhongnan Bank has the best reputation. Since its establishment, there has never been a dispute over goodwill.
Located at No. 110, Sanma Road, British Concession.
A square, five-story independent building is the Shanghai Head Office Building of China South Bank.
The first floor is the business hall, and the second floor and above are the office areas.
At this moment, inside Lao Xia Teahouse across the street.
Mu Huaifu and Realgar sat opposite each other, with a dark brown suitcase on the table.
Realgar changed his outfit today.
Wearing a long gown, top hat, soft-soled mille-feuille cloth shoes, and a pair of round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, he looked very decent.
He and Mu Huaifu grew up naked and were both from Huangcun, Wusong Town.
The two have an up-and-down relationship.
Mu Huaifu is the top line, and Realgar is the bottom line.
In fact, realgar is just a nickname.
His surname is Huang, with the single character "xiong".
With a name like this, it's hard to think of someone without a nickname.
Whether you are familiar with it or not, realgar is so popular among people.
He is not a formal member yet and is currently in the probation period.
Following Mu Huaifu's instructions, he used his identity as a gang member as a cover and waited for opportunities to recruit new members.
It’s the same with any political group. If it wants to grow its strength, it must constantly absorb new blood.
Of course, this does not mean that anyone can join in as long as they nod.
From the selection of candidates to the review of whether they meet the requirements, they must go through extremely rigorous layers of screening.
Just like Huang Xiong.
He can only reach the first level of Mu Huaifu.
Only those who pass the inspection will be considered as formal members of the organization.
"Afu, what is the mission?" Huang Xiong couldn't help but ask.
Mu Huaifu picked up the tea bowl and took a sip: "Tell me, what kind of place is the bank?"
"Bank... deposit money and withdraw money."
"Your job is to withdraw money."
"Withdraw money?"
"right."
“Withdrawing money is also a task?”
"Do you know what the money is?"
"What money?"
"Financing of the activities."
"How much?"
"One thousand dollars."
"So many?"
"What, are you scared?"
"It's not that I'm afraid, I've never withdrawn such money before..."
Mu Huaifu looked around, took out a passbook from his pocket, stuffed it into Huang Xiong's hand, and said: "Password 3344."
Huang Xiong put the bankbook away and repeated: "3674, 3674... I remember it."
Mu Huaifu said: "Enter the bank and turn left, window No. 3. After getting the money, put the money into the suitcase. Remember, don't panic during this process, be generous and calm, do you understand?"
"I see."
Realgar picked up the suitcase and was about to leave.
Mu Huaifu held him down: "Wait!"
"What are you waiting for?"
"Don't ask me why I asked you to go to the bank to withdraw money."
"Yes, why?"
"To tell you the truth, all major banks have spies monitoring them secretly. Anyone who behaves suspiciously is their potential target."
"KMT agent?"
"And the spy from the patrol room."
"..."
"I let you go because you are not afraid of investigation."
Mu Huaifu leaned forward, looked into Huang Xiong's eyes, and said, "Huang Xiong, let me remind you, if you are caught, you will probably spend your whole life in jail!"
Huang Xiong said: "I lost my head and got a scar as big as a bowl. Isn't it just a prison sentence? Forget it!"
Mu Huaifu was stunned for a moment: "What does it mean?"
Huang Xiong grinned and said: "I learned it from a Sichuan guy in the gang..."
Mu Huaifu said sternly: "It's not as simple as you think. Before you go to jail, they will torture you, use severe torture. Tiger bench, pepper water, whip dipped in cold water, if you can't stand it..."
Huang Xiong frowned: "Afu, what do you mean? Are you afraid that I will turn you in?"
"Under torture, even an iron-clad man cannot bear it." Mu Huaifu put a small paper bag on the table.
Huang Xiong asked: "What is this?"
"Poison." Mu Huaifu said in a low voice.
…
Two days ago.
evening.
Secret Service Shanghai Station.
On the desk, there is a thick stack of document bags.
Inside the document bag were copies of documents seized from Maggie 14th.
Jiang Bin frowned and read the contents of the document carefully.
Tuk Tuk!
There was a knock on the door outside the house.
The door rang, and Zhou Weilong walked in with his hands behind his back.
"Webmaster, are you okay?" Jiang Bin quickly stood up.
Zhou Weilong said: "I happened to be passing by and saw that the lights were on in your house, so I stopped by to take a look."
Jiang Bin didn't react for a moment.
Zhou Weilong smiled slightly and pointed to the watch on his wrist.
It's 5:40 now, long past get off work time.
Jiang Bin said: "I was so absorbed in watching it that I didn't pay attention to the time."
Zhou Weilong picked up one of the documents, glanced at it for a while, and said: "These are old almanacs, what are you doing studying them?"
Jiang Bin said: "Webmaster, I personally feel that as the logistics agency of the Communist Party, there are still many secrets that can be mined on Maiqili No. 14. We just haven't found the right method. For example, the activity funds are a large amount of money.
, it must be transferred through a bank. As long as we can determine which bank it is from, we have a chance to find clues."
Zhou Weilong frowned and said slowly: "The problem is, there is no way to determine the specific account..."
"I have a stupid way to wait and wait." "Why wait and wait?"
"The banks in Shanghai are roughly divided into three categories. Public banks, foreign banks, and private banks. Yangyang Bank, Agricultural Bank of China, and Bank of Communications are all public banks. Citigroup, Sino-French Industrial, and Maoye are foreign banks, and there are
Private banks, Jincheng, Zhongnan, Mainland China, Salt Industry, etc..."
Zhou Weilong knew.
Jiang Bin will not talk nonsense without reason.
There must be some intention behind him suddenly mentioning such common-sense things.
Sure enough, Jiang Bin changed the topic and said: "Webmaster, if you were a Communist Party, which type of bank transfer would you choose?"
Zhou Weilong pondered for a moment and said: "The Communist Party is worried that its accounts will be investigated, so it will definitely avoid public banks with official background. In comparison, foreign banks and private banks seem to be safer. At the very least, neither the concession authorities
, nor the National Government has the right to investigate them."
Jiang Bin praised: "You are so right!"
"However, there are probably not fifty branches of foreign banks and private banks, large and small, in total. If we send people to keep an eye on them all..."
Zhou Weilong shook his head gently.
If you want to keep an eye on these banks, even if you send out all the Secret Service Shanghai Station personnel, it won't be enough.
There is no secret service organization in the world that would use such stupid methods to find people.
Besides, people come and go in the bank every day. How can we judge which one is a Communist?