Worry about!

For Anatoly, perhaps this is the only word that best describes his mood at this time. Since December 31, 1900, all the troubles have followed, and in January, the head office first sent a telegram asking the Shanghai branch to advance 45 million rubles for the Russian army in China, and there was no problem for the Shanghai branch.

Last year's instability made many wealthy Chinese choose to deposit their silver in reputable foreign banks, and the Sino-Russian Daosheng Bank was naturally their choice, and by the end of the year, the bank still had more than 700,000 taels in reserve.

Although it was a little difficult to turn over such a huge amount of money at once, Anatoly still managed to solve the problem, and a week ago, the money had been sent, for which the head office sent a telegram commending him.

But the real trouble lay ahead, and with this in mind, Anatoly leaned forward and pulled out two bills from the table.

"Is that one real?"

Looking at the two bills in his hand, Anatoly muttered to himself with a sad face.

These two 50 yuan silver coupons are exactly the same, there is no difference, but the problem is here, their numbers are also the same, people with a little common sense know what it means, which means that one of these two banknotes must be a counterfeit.

These two silver bills were accidentally discovered by the bank clerk when he was sorting out the banknotes, and if it weren't for the fact that these two bills were placed in front of him, and he glanced at the banknote number, he might have been overlooked.

"It's all real money!"

This is the conclusion given by Andrei, the bank's best expert in counterfeit banknotes, who took the two banknotes and compared them for a long time, and the results turned out that both were genuine banknotes, which made Anatoly confused.

"How can it be true?"

Looking at the banknotes in his hand, almost instinctively, he believed that one of them was definitely a counterfeit. But such a beautifully printed counterfeit banknote is completely illogical.

"Manager!"

Andre, who pushed the door in, looked a little strange, and even closed the door casually after he entered. Then he walked up to Anatoly and took out a few bills from the folder.

"Look!"

"Andrey, don't tell me ......"

Looking at the money Andrei had taken out, Anatoly felt as if his heart was about to beat to his throat.

Andrei nodded, and Anatoly's face instantly turned pale.

"This is the morning, found in the bank vault, a total of six, six duplicate numbers! It's all $50 silver dollar coupons! Like those two, it doesn't matter if it's real or fake! ”

"Ahh

Anatoly exclaimed, his face turned whiter, as a bank manager, he knew exactly what this meant, which meant that perhaps more banknotes, whether real or fake, had been flowing to the market, were flowing in China, and even the Sino-Russian Daosheng Bank would go bankrupt as a result.

"Each one is exactly the same as that, the gravure printing on both sides, the lines are clear, not blurred, there are many anti-counterfeiting points, and even the miniature signatures of the plate, including the serial number arrangement rules, are also in line with our distribution rules, I ......"

Andrei suddenly stammered.

"I ...... To be honest, looking at the money, I only have one thought, could it be that the Imperial Mint was misprinted! Otherwise, this kind of counterfeit banknotes, which do not distinguish between real and fake, will never be printed by others, and it will ......"

As he spoke, Andrei held two bills with the same serial number, and then took out another one.

"Manager, look here,"

Andrei's finger points to the center of the banknote.

"Unless it's the same plate, it's impossible to be the same in this detail!"

Looking at the position of Andrei's finger, Anatoly was stunned.

"Even Victor himself couldn't have made two identical masters, and I checked every detail carefully, and there was nothing wrong with every detail, I'm almost sure of it!"

Andrei's words caused a strange color to flash in Anatoly's eyes.

"Unless, the Imperial Mint ......"

"Nope! We can't speculate, can we? ”

While putting away the money on the table, Anatoly said coldly, at this time he couldn't help but regret why he must have asked Andrei to check the silver dollar scroll in the vault, otherwise he wouldn't know all this at all, and what would happen after knowing all this?

"But, Manager!"

As Andrei tried to continue, Anatoly jerked his head up.

"That's it! Andrey, you just have to remember one thing, this thing ...... It never happened, understand? ”

As he spoke, Anatoly picked up a match from the table and lit it and lit the banknotes in his hand!

"Manager!"

Andrei watched the manager's movements almost dumbfounded, he didn't expect the manager to do this.

"Scandal! If this gets out, it will ruin a lot of people, including ......"

Although Anatoly did not continue, Andrei instantly understood the reason, Anatoly was protecting one person in this way, the Imperial Minister of Finance Sergei Yulievich Witt, this powerful man was the most prominent member of the Anatoly family, if the Imperial Mint privately printed the Sino-Russian Daosheng Bank silver dollar notes was exposed, the scandal would definitely involve him, and even lead to his resignation, which was by no means what Anatoly wanted to see.

"I see!"

Andrei looked helplessly at the banknotes that had been reduced to ashes, whether he could understand or understand it or not, it no longer meant anything, and the evidence had turned to ashes.

Looking at Andrei with a helpless look on his face, Anatoly stood up and took out a thick stack of banknotes from the safe behind him, which was not the silver two coupons, but the imperial ruble.

Seeing that the manager took out four stacks of rubles with a denomination of 100 yuan, Andrei couldn't help but be stunned, but the manager's next words surprised him.

"Andrey, given your contribution to the bank, I think that this year your prize should be fifty thousand rubles!"

The four stacks of bills on the table, although very attractive, looked at the colorful bills. Andrei's heart kept struggling, hesitating, his hand couldn't help but reach for the banknote on the table, and finally, when his hand was about to touch the banknote, the moment he grabbed the banknote, first struck and then pushed the banknote back.

"No merit is not worth it! Mr. Manager! Ten thousand rubles is the prize I deserve! ”

Despite the fact that the manager's expression became very ugly as he pushed back the banknote, Andrei refused. He was not willing to sell his soul, and if he took the money, he would sell his dignity and soul.

Andrei's refusal made Anatoly's face change sharply, and at the same time, he smiled slightly, looking disapproving.

"It's okay! You are a real person! ”

"Manager, if nothing else, I have other jobs!"

After Andrei walked out of the office, Anatoly looked at him, although he was smiling slightly, but his brow was frowning and loose, and his expression changed sharply as he looked down at the four stacks of bills that had been pushed back on the table.

Why did Andrey reject himself?

This damn pariah-born clerk actually rejected his kindness, could it be ......

In an instant, Anatoly seemed to understand the reason, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his lips trembled slightly, as if he was angry or thinking about something in order to understand the reason.

A few minutes later, Anatoly got up and took off his coat from the hanger, put on his coat and hat, and left the office on a civilized crutch, where he smiled at Andrei through the glass on the door.

"Oh God! Sometimes people are forced to make some decisions! ”

Xu was ashamed, and when he walked out of the bank, he looked at the statue of St. Peter on the bank of the Whampoa River opposite the bank, Anatoly whispered in his heart, and then directly boarded a carriage and left the bank.