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Although Zhang Dingyun is Tang Tingou's apprentice, he is not detained, and he has his own independent livelihood two years ago.

Between their masters and apprentices, they did not propose that the master should not be a teacher, and Zhang Dingyun did not do less to help Tang Tingou deal with the things, and the business in his hands was not delayed.

He had a dinner tonight, so he made an appointment near the café where Liao Wanyu and Xu Zhiyuan met each other, and halfway through the meal, this person didn't call a driver, and left the person in the box, and walked slowly to the café.

On the first floor of a Russian-style building, Zhang Dingyun stood across the road, leaning against the façade of the building behind him, lighting a cigarette for himself.

Holding a lit cigarette in one hand, he casually threw the burned match head under his feet with the other hand and stepped on it, and then groped for his trouser pocket when it was empty, and took out a dollar.

He stopped the half-grown child who was selling the newspaper and threw a dollar over, and the child saw that he didn't want to give change, so he handed over the newspaper and thanked him repeatedly.

Zhang Dingyun waved his hand and let him go, and then took a cigarette in his mouth and slowly flipped through the newspaper in his hand.

"Oriental Magazine" is a monthly magazine, the Tang family must buy every issue, and the number is very cautious, if it is not a major event, it will hardly be added to the issue.

He quickly and roughly skimmed through it, and sure enough, two large sheets of paper were full of news about the Northeast.

Part of it is about the end of the Northeast and there is no other way than Yi Zhi, and part of it is the debate about the ownership of military power after Ma Fuhua, the commander-in-chief of Zhili, was assassinated by the Japanese.

There was even an open letter from the president of the Southern Government in the newspaper, which roughly summed it up, saying that the interests of the people of the country are at present, and we must not ignore the people for the sake of our own selfish desires.

To put it bluntly, it is to tell the Northeast that only if the banner is changed, the southern government will send troops to help.

Zhang Dingyun sneered, threw away half of his cigarette, closed the newspaper in his hand, and walked towards the café without squinting.

The door of this café is painted with dark green paint, and there is a brass wind chime hanging in the upper corner of the door, as soon as Zhang Dingyun pushes the door, the crisp copper bell rings, Liao Wanyu is racking her brains and Xu Zhiyuan, seeing Zhang Dingyun seems to have seen the Bodhisattva of salvation.

"Senior brother!" She didn't dare to act too eager to get out, so she had to suppress her emotions and reluctantly show a proper greeting.

Zhang Dingyun heard Liao Wanyu's cry, looked around, and finally fixed his eyes on her, and then he showed a little surprise, "Shanghai is too small, I came to buy a snack, and I can meet you." ”

Xu Zhiyuan wasn't sure if their brothers and sisters were acting, so they all met by chance and greeted Zhang Dingyun with a smile.

After the two exchanged a few words, Zhang Dingyun instructed the waiter to pack snacks in a decent manner, as if he didn't get Liao Wanyu's request for help, but really came to buy something.

"Xu Daban is so busy, don't always bother." Taking the paper bag handed by the waiter, Zhang Dingyun said nonchalantly.

Liao Wanyu responded with a little apology on her face, "It's because I didn't think it through, and I was anxious to ask Xu Daban about things." ”

Xu Zhiyuan has been in the banking circle for so many years, and he is the most active, he just wants to test Liao Wanyu today, if she is a greedy person who is willing to accept things, it is naturally good to have a relationship, if she is not sure to accept it, she is not in a hurry.

Therefore, as soon as Zhang Dingyun appeared, he was ready to say goodbye. Not only that, but he also took away the Yongzheng pastel landscape pen holder that Liao Wanyu refused to accept.

Liao Wanyu stood at the door of the coffee shop, watching Xu Zhiyuan's long chartered car run away and finally breathed a sigh of relief, "He is really rich, and his shot is Yongzheng pastel." ”

Zhang Dingyun is a person who is used to seeing good things, and he doesn't think that the Yongzheng official kiln of one hundred and ten yuan is anything rare, but he chuckled, "He bought an opal ring for his concubine is seven small yellow croakers, what is a Yongzheng official kiln." ”

Liao Wanyu thought of Bai Xiuzhen's diamond ring, and felt that the seven little yellow croakers and the Yongzheng official kiln really didn't seem to be worth mentioning.

Zhang Dingyun carried a snack and took Liao Wanyu to the dinner that had not yet ended, a room of seven men and women, and they had already found out that he was gone, and when he brought this Liao Wanyu back, Xue Yubin smiled lewdly at him.

Although she didn't eat dinner, Liao Wanyu was not hungry, she greeted everyone, and then found a circle chair by the window and sat down, looking through the newspaper that Zhang Dingyun brought back.

She is very concerned about the situation in the Northeast, and it is a lie to say that she is worried about the country and the people, she just wants to see if the war is still controlled in the Northeast, and whether that person has not yet been involved in the war.

Liao Wanyu first chose the big-character headline and read it, and suddenly attracted attention by a black and white photo printed on the extra issue between flipping, she held the newspaper higher, and looked down closely, and indeed found Xie Yuru on the group photo.

This photo was taken at the time of Ma Fuhua's funeral, Dai Quanxiao's people looked at the past ten at first glance, although Qiao Minzhi is a mother, but because of Ma Fuhua's favor, her status at home is not low, in the photo she is standing in the middle left of the first row, and next to the right of the second row is Xie Yuru in military uniform.

In the photo, most of Xie Yuru's body was covered, and Liao Wanyu couldn't see what filial piety he had, but thinking that they were married, they should be the filial piety of their son-in-law.

"Look at what, so seriously."

He raised his hand and rubbed Liao Wanyu's head as he spoke, naturally and smoothly, as if he had done it thousands of times.

Because he was going to pick up Liao Wanyu before, Zhang Dingyun didn't drink, and let go of playing after coming back, which would be slightly drunk.

He leaned over, looked at the photo in the newspaper with half-squinted eyes, looked at Liao Wanyu's expression, stretched out his hand and tapped twice, "Know?" ”

Zhang Dingyun didn't know who she knew in the photo, that sentence was said casually, and it was also casually ordered, but Liao Wanyu seemed to be snooped on secretly, and she didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

She hurriedly closed the newspaper in her hand and didn't look at Zhang Dingyun, "I don't know, I read it randomly." ”

Zhang Dingyun didn't ask again when he saw that she didn't want to say anything, and sat on the chair to her right across a small square table, "Master gave you the money to practice, what have you thought about what to do?" ”

Tang Tingou is a practical combat faction, and he felt that it was better for the apprentices to go out to experience than to take them with him from time to time, so he waved his hand and took out 20,000 yuan, telling Liao Wanyu not to be afraid, and to do whatever he wanted.

If you make money, you will naturally be happy, and if you lose money, you don't have to care.

That's what she said, but 20,000 yuan is not a small amount for Liao Wanyu, she is very cautious.

"Yes, I want to be a bank."

Zhang Dingyun has a salt bank at home, which is the head of the "Four Banks in the South", and when he heard that Liao Wanyu wanted to take 20,000 yuan to make a bank, he couldn't help laughing.

"What are you so happy about?" Xue Yubin stopped a red card from the book that came out of the game, and poked his head to look at Zhang Dingyun.

"Master gave 20,000 yuan for Xiao Wan to practice playing, and our Xiao Wan just told me that she wants to be a bank." It's funny, it's funny, but Zhang Dingyun is not sneering, he will already be able to talk to Xue Yubin properly.

Xue Yubin listened to the "hey", "Isn't Lao Zhang just doing a bank?" I don't look at him very much! ”

Zhang Dingyun waved his hand, "That's different." Our little third master doesn't care about making money or not. ”

Although Zhang Zhaiyun is the chief auditor of his own bank, he does not show up much throughout the year, and he spends his days studying calligraphy, painting and antiques, and does not care about anyone else.

Fortunately, his ancestors are honest, even if he squanders his life wantonly, he will not live a poor life.

"I just want to run a small bank, the kind where ordinary people can come and make deposits."

Not to mention other banks, just talk about Zhang Dingyun's Yanye Bank, due to its special background, the long-term fixed depositors are all large government and commercial enterprises, and a fixed deposit note costs 100,000 yuan.

"If it's for ordinary people, 20,000 yuan is not enough for you to rent an office address and personnel expenses? You tell your brother what kind of ordinary it is, if you say it well, your brother will also contribute capital to you, even if it is a shareholding. ”

Xue Yubin's family makes pigments, and most of the fabrics that can be seen on the interface are dyed from their pigments.

Liao Wanyu thought that there were all reliable people in the house, and Zhang Dingyun would not go wrong, so she would not suffer a loss anyway, so she analyzed it generously.

"Nowadays, when I do a bank, I try my best to win over military and political figures. As long as the entertainment is appropriate, a sum of money is less than tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands. But isn't this money only in their hands, but also in the hands of the people? ”

Liao Wanyu shook her head, "I can't see it, it's just a little smaller." Other banks don't look at their money, and they have nowhere to keep it. ”

"How much savings can ordinary people have?" The questioner was a young girl who accompanied Zhang Zhaiyun, twenty-one or two years old, with light makeup, although she was born in the dust, she did not have the wind and dust.

"There are three million people in Shanghai, and how many people can easily get 10,000 or 20,000 yuan? However, not being able to take out one or two thousand yuan does not mean that one or two thousand yuan cannot be taken out or even less. ”

"I thought, my bank has a minimum deposit of one dollar, and I can deposit and withdraw it in small amounts. This road is not looked down upon by others, and it is abandoned, and I am indeed very optimistic. ”

Liao Wanyu thought about it in her heart, "My capital is small, even if these small depositors are crowded to redeem, they will not kill me." ”

In the second half of last year, the situation in the northeast was just a little turbulent, and someone went to the bank in the name of the commander to redeem the money, and then the news spread somehow, and the situation was a little uncontrollable for a while.

In the end, the commander had no choice but to order a ban on exchange, but as soon as the ban was banned, the situation became even more chaotic, and after a month's effort, it caused a lot of damage.

So at this time, Liao Wanyu said this, and everyone heard it in their ears, and they all felt a little truth.