Since Lin Miao was reborn, he went to the bank for the first time.

The number of banks in this year is not as exaggerated as it was a few years later, and one of the four major banks must be seen on the main roads of every city, and all kinds of local commercial banks are crowding their tentacles to each three, four, or five cities, and at least one or more ATMs can be found within 200 meters of leaving home, and if the number of ATMs in a city is not more than 10 times more than that of public toilets, the citizens are embarrassed to call themselves city people, and the whole country looks extremely short of money or has excessive money.

When the gambling industry was written into the criminal law, lottery players lost all their coffins, and the stock market was in a downturn, it was the financial industry that stepped forward to save the economy, save the situation, and save thousands of local tyrants in the north and south of the motherland who waved money but did not want to do business.

Every time Lin Miao thought of that scene, he could even vaguely smell the smell of blood flowing from the poor man's body.

But there are some terms that I learned from textbooks since I became sensible, and I didn't even let people say them at that time.

Standing in front of the bank counter in 95, Lin Miao, who was not as tall as the counter, looked left and right lightly.

It's just a small business, but the decoration has been beautifully done, except for the computer is a bulky flat screen display, and everything else is no different from twenty years later.

In the small business office at 3 p.m., there is not even a single user.

The only clerk sitting behind the counter lazily took the passbook and ID card that Lin Guorong specially went home to get, and when he saw the name on it, he was slightly stunned at first, and then raised his head to take a closer look, and suddenly showed a look of surprise, and asked in a long voice: "You are a writer!"

Lao Lin nodded calmly and said that he wanted to check the balance.

The middle-aged female staff member in her thirties who had begun to get rich said yes repeatedly, while gushing to Lin Guorong to express her reverence, while operating the computer quickly, after an excitement, she handed out the passbook from the window, and by the way, she actually handed out a copy of "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard" that looked half-new, and asked expectantly: "Can you sign for me?"

Lao Lin pretended to be calm, handed the passbook to Lin Miao, and bent down to pick up the pen with a string tied on the bank counter.

Lin Miao no longer felt Lao Lin's habit of being keen on interacting with readers, he casually opened the passbook and leisurely glanced at the accounts on it, his eyes widened instantly.

I rub, how much is this?

Transfer 126,000 RMB?

One month?!!

Lin Miao, who asked himself about the psychological construction of the income of "Small Courtyard Miscellaneous Talks", had been as stable as Mount Tai, and then suddenly found that Mount Tai was not very stable.

"Dad......" Lin Miao pulled down the corner of Lao Lin's clothes.

Lao Lin put down the signed book, lowered his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lin Miao handed over the passbook.

Lao Lin took a look, his face didn't change, he smiled quite calmly, and stuffed the passbook into his pocket, not even interested in taking a second look. picked up Lin Miao and strode out of the bank.

After walking about thirty or forty meters away, Lao Lin slowly remembered what the money meant, so he put Lin Miao down again, took out the passbook again, and glanced at it with a complicated expression, and then Lin Miao's voice sounded beside him.

"More than 120,000 a month, even if it decreases every month, I can earn more than one million this year...... Lin Miao made an intuitive analysis and calculation for Lao Lin.

Lao Lin: "Ah......"

"Dad, why don't our family buy another suite, anyway, sooner or later, I will get married in the future." Lin Miao continued.

Lao Lin looked down at Lin Miao, who was just above his waist, and his reaction was still blank: "Ah......"

Lin Miao continued: "Santana, you can buy it if you like, but I still have to say what I need to say." Machinery industrial products this kind of thing, the speed of market update iteration is very fast, you spend a lot of money this year to buy a Santana, feel that this model is about to ascend to heaven, but it will not take a few years, and so the domestic automobile market develops, then it will be a shame to open Santana. After all, our family is not a factory or a business, and there is only one copy of "Small Courtyard Miscellaneous Talk", you can't expect this book to sell for money like this, and besides, you are now closing the pen and collecting the mountain, oh, no, I am the one who closed the pen and collected the mountain...... You spend a lot of money now, the car is worthless in the future, our family may not be able to afford better, and then you can't just throw the car in the community because you feel ashamed, and it is very immoral to make zombie cars. ”

Lao Lin was silent for a long time, and then he actually said: "Why don't you use this money, your father and mother, save it and keep it for you to study abroad in the future, right?"

"What?" Lin Miao looked stunned.

Lao Lin suddenly showed a very bright smile, hugged Lin Miao again, and said slowly, "Dad used to have a friend, a junior high school classmate, and his grades were similar to mine when he was in school, but his family conditions were good, and he went abroad after graduating from high school. The year before last, this friend of my father's came back once and stayed in a hotel. When Dad went to look for him in the morning, he stood at the door of the room and heard him speak English very well. Dad stood outside at that time and thought, if you grow up to be like him, no, you should be better than him, you can go abroad by yourself, study in a university abroad, and speak English so well in the future, Dad is really ...... in this life."

Lao Lin said extremely moving.

Lin Miao was also very emotional when she heard it.

Lao Lin's friend Lin Miao saw it, and later mixed it very well. In 2000, with the money earned in the United States, I bought an entire office building in Shanghai, the scale is unknown, but in the turbulence of the Shanghai housing market after 2000, this investment is undoubtedly extremely successful. When Lin Miao's family was in the most difficult time, this Lin Miao needed to call him Uncle Peng's big boss and give Lin Miao's family a New Year's bonus of $1,000, which was not much, but it was the largest cash grant that Lin Miao's family had ever received.

It's just that since then, the big boss has never had any contact with Lin Miao's family.

It's not that people are unkind, but because Lao Lin suffered from dementia early on, and even lost his normal language communication ability......

When Lin Miao was studying, he once thought that if he could make a fortune one day, he would definitely repay the other party. But when I got older, I gradually found this idea a little funny. Your so-called fortune may not be worth mentioning at all in the eyes of others, and people who can help you in difficult times often don't want you in return.

"Uncle Peng. Lin Miao said, "I remember him." ”

Lao Lin smiled happily: "Do you remember when you were so young?"

"Hmm. Lin Miao nodded and said, "You have said many times that his wife is very beautiful, and he married Uncle Peng just to go to the United States." ”

Jiang Ping was not by his side, Lao Lin did not hide it, and let out a deep sigh: "Yes, it's really beautiful, it's almost as beautiful as the mother of the little girl who went to record the song with you, but the body shape is not as good as the little girl's mother, and there was a business card from someone at home, but unfortunately I don't know where to throw it......"