Saint

Chapter 20: the banker

The weeds are full of white flowers, the early morning public cemetery in the old area is very quiet, the humid air the night before yesterday makes the stone road covered in the grass wet, representing the tombstone of the disappeared, and the vibrant calamus in the spring, forming a pure land for the rest of the dead. People came to visit the grave a long time ago. The tomb sweeper is of a moderate stature. From the pace of walking through the corridor with moss, he is at the age of energetic gold. The collar of the black fur coat is turned up, and a small crow shaped emblem is embroidered on the inside of the inconspicuous collar. The legs of the straight Lavender trousers were wrapped in the long riding boots, and the sole of the boots was obviously nailed with metal pieces to prevent wear. The man seemed to be afraid of disturbing the sleep of the dead, and specially slowed down his steps to avoid creaking. In the corner on the left side of the path around, there are three new monuments. "When life stops, eternity begins." the man stood in front of the black and white marble tombstone, put down the bouquet in his hand, and read the tomb inscription gently. He took out his handkerchief, and slowly, as if in a solemn ceremony, wiped away the dirt on the tombstone and the platform. "For the dead, it's true that they live in an eternal paradise, not tired and suffering." he murmured, "but for the living, even for the dead and alive corpses, we still need to experience the sadness and desire of emotion." In the morning, the remaining mist gradually dissipated, and the noisy voice of the people broke the silence of the cemetery. The man covered the handkerchief on the bouquet and turned away. "Since the destruction and persecution began in Fedu, I'll start with the criminals who still remain in the city." he thought. The annual carnival Festival is coming again. At this time of the previous year, the church's closure made Fedu people angry. But last year, Fedu, whose economy has not fully recovered, did not have the energy to increase investment in the festival. So compared with the carnival of the previous two years, this year's scale is so grand that it can tell everyone: the prosperity of the night city is back. A carriage drove out of the subdistrict where the police hall was located, and slowly walked through the crowd of early celebrations. Usually, it only took a quarter of an hour. The carriage lingered for more than an hour until it turned to Xiangshu street, and the coachman was relieved. "Now there are so many people, two days after the carnival, we can't do business." the coachman complained. In the atmosphere of carnival, where there is silence, except for the first court and the Cathedral Square, there is only Xiangshu Street known as golden road. This is the financial center of Fedu. Almost all the bankers gather here to set up offices. It's also a symbol of identity. If a person in the financial circle can't get a room in Xiangshu street and hang a sign with his name on it, in the eyes of customers, at least half of the credit will be lost. "Those are wild ways." Fedu's bankers always despise any credit office outside the golden road. Only Xiangshu street can maintain the lifeline of Feidu trade activities. Tens of millions of money circulate here every day. In order to ensure safety, the patrol hall specially arranged a team of patrolmen to patrol day and night. The guards of each office and warehouse are all tried and loyal people. No one can get half a cent by robbery from the strict guard of Xiangshu street, and the bankers are all shrewd. Many fraudsters just wanted to play a trick, they were seen through and sent to a single room without money. Dotted among the major offices, the elegant style of the coffee restaurant, at noon, is always filled with financial masters whose eyes are higher than the top. They enjoy the excellent veal tender row, and at the same time, they spit out a bunch of numbers followed by a bunch of zero. Someone complacently said, "last month, the horn boat company wanted to ask me for a loan of one hundred thousand yuan. The most insensitive people all know that this ship company is going to go bankrupt, and I refused, of course. Thanks to my foresight, the previous loan was long overdue." And when I heard that, I politely complimented a few words, and turned to show off with other peers. "Only when you are well-informed can you earn a lot of money. The horn ship line is turning over. Its last ship has got the best spices in the Far East. Now it has returned safely. It is estimated that it will arrive at the port of fedu in two days. I just lent the ship line two hundred thousand gold Caesar, with 10% interest." In the Golden Road, the most prestigious office is the branch of Huangcheng Shuangying bank in Fedu. Shuangying is the first-class big bank in Byron, and its financial network is all over the country. Even the most cautious businessmen will not doubt the cheques it issued. The carriage stopped at shuangyingfeidu branch. The guard and waiter in front of the door opened the door with an action that could not be picky. A young man came down and handed the guard a ticket. The guard respectfully expressed his thanks, and when he secretly glanced at the ticket in his hand, he couldn't help gasping. It was a gold roll with a face value of five gold coins. The staff of the bank hall watched the man who just walked in and dressed in noble manner. No girl staff cheered in their hearts, "God, which country is this prince? If not, it should be the son of a duke. Only such an identity can match his Zhang Jun face." "I need a deposit service." the man smiled at a female salesperson behind the counter and said that the smile immediately made the salesperson blush and dizzy. "Er...... of course, I'll soon......" the female salesperson was stuttering, but she immediately remembered the bank's system, "I'm sorry, can you find out what items you want to deposit and what kind of service specifications." "A picture, I need the most advanced safe." the man Yang Yang a rectangular clip wrapped in oilcloth. "The highest level? Please wait a moment, I'll inform President Deborah for you." the female salesperson realized that it was a big deal, "no wonder, look at his appearance, it's not what our little staff can receive." she thought bitterly. According to the business of banks, the leasing of safe can be divided into three levels, the highest level, which is equivalent to renting a small treasury with a special guard. The daily rent is up to three hundred gold Caesar, which generally deposits precious artworks and treasures that rich people are uneasy about putting at home. President Deborah walked out of the office and received the young millionaire in person. The rent is nothing to the bank, but only the most wealthy and powerful customers will choose this business. If they can be satisfied, it is not possible that a large sum of money will be deposited next time. In the office, the man gracefully picked up the coffee and sipped it. He didn't seem satisfied with the taste of the coffee. He quickly put down the cup, and then looked at the president and waited for something. Deborah immediately realized that this is the arrogance of dignified big people. They are never used to dealing with strangers and introducing themselves first. "I'm May Deborah, the president of the bank." he smiled. "Van Glei." the man nodded and replied that his Byron language is clear and has a slightly different accent. It's not a very strange name. Deborah has never heard of a tycoon named this, probably a pseudonym. But the noble habit that the man can't get rid of still revealed something inside. Fan, only in the west of the Portuguese and Dutch Kingdom, can the word "fan" be added to the name. Some princes like to play the tune of going out in disguise, which is more convenient for them to act fearlessly and seduce some peasant girls who are poor and good-looking. When he left, those girls who had been ruined had no way to trace. But just because of this, Deborah can't be sure whether what he thinks is right. He looks at the man, has elegant temperament, has received a good education, has a strong body but is not that kind of muscular and terrifying strong man, which shows that he often carries out noble sports such as fencing and hunting. The dark clothes are not publicized at all, and even some of them are ordinary. Only when you often contact people in the upper class can you see its value. Look at the cloth and the handmade, the pair of buttons on the cuff, the president knows that it is at least worth six hundred gold coins. Only the ring on the finger is simple and unadorned. The president can't see any famous things, but how could the jewelry worn by the person dressed like this not be precious. The president can only think that his knowledge is not enough. And as a man, Deborah also has to admit that the young man is really handsome, especially the black eyes and the slightly light brown chestnut hair, which make him full of the mysterious flavor of foreign countries. The corners of his mouth always reveal a bit of vicious vortex. He is a son of a big family. "This guy doesn't even need to spend money. Just hook his little finger, there will be a girl to throw in her arms." Deborah thought jealously. "I just bought a painting, but I can't rest assured when I put it in the hotel, I need to rent..." the man who claims to be Glen gently clasps his fingers on the edge of the chair, "ten days until I return to China." "Painting? Please forgive me for presuming that it's not worth using the highest level..." the president said half of it, but was interrupted by Grey's sneering eyes. He said proudly, "Dachi's works." Deborah has nothing to say. Dachi, the most famous painting master in history, his famous masterpieces can make every collector who loves art crazy. But the master's well-known paintings are usually collected in the royal palace or national exhibition hall of various countries. Deborah suddenly understood that this is a trade product of the black market. Many famous paintings of the master have been stolen, and those thieves want to sell them, they can only circulate from the underground market. Presumably, what this gentleman bought is also one of the filth. However, the president will not offend a potential big customer for such a small matter. He did not ask him. "This painting cost me one hundred and fifty thousand yuan, in fact, I don't know about painting, just to fight with people in the auction." Grey said, it seems that showing off one hundred and fifty thousand yuan is nothing to him. One hundred and fifty thousand! These dandy boys who rely on the achievements of their ancestors and live in a drunken dream can spend one hundred and fifty thousand yuan in order to fight! Deborah is even more jealous. The salary of the bank president is twenty thousand yuan per year. Although every banker on Golden Road met him, he would respectfully say hello, but he knew that he was just a migrant worker, and the income of the bank belonged to the head office of Tanding. Tens of millions of money flowed out of his hands and entered the account, but except for the annuity, no 10 Fen belonged to him. Of course, Deborah didn't show his dark mind, "I immediately arranged the best vault." Glen nodded and put the clip on the desk. "It's painted here." "Please wait a moment, I'll ask the senior appraiser of the bank to come here. I'm sorry, this is the system, not that I don't believe in you at all." Deborah said that he was still very careful, according to the rules, if the deposit is damaged, the bank will get the original price compensation, in case that the man intends to save a fake picture, and when he gets it ten days later, he will bite back and accuse the Bank of swapping, which would be a big loss. "Of course." Grey didn't mind, "the strict rules let me trust your bank more." The appraiser carefully opened the outer oilcloth and inlaid a half colored sketch in the extremely exquisite frame. He spent a long time appreciating the painting, "Oh, sir, this is the work of the master in his early days, when his painting skills were not mature, and it is still a semi-finished product, which is only worth ten thousand yuan at most in the market." "Ten thousand yuan?" Grey jumped up from the chair in surprise, "this is Dachi's work! I spent one hundred and fifty thousand!" "Yes, sir, in fact, I also include the value of the picture frame." the appraiser replied, "the master's famous paintings are measured by money, which is an insult to art, but it does not mean that even the master's essays are worth that price. If there is no signature of Dutch on the canvas, this semi-finished product is not worth money." Grey was a bit pissed off. "Damn it, I was cheated." Deborah gloated and thought, "look, this kind of spendthrift who doesn't know the trade and likes spending money recklessly deserves to be cheated." The loser in the president's eyes seems to be aware of his loss of demeanor, and he sat down again, "it's not one hundred and fifty thousand yuan, this small amount of money is nothing, I still choose the highest deposit service." he pretends not to care, but Deborah knows that the loser is gambling. Using three thousand yuan to save things that are only worth ten thousand yuan, only such a childe can come out. "But we can only give you an insurance claim contract of ten thousand yuan." "Oh, just do it." Taking over the deposit certificate issued to him by the bank, Grey folded the document, put it in his pocket, opened the door of the office and left. Deborah was glad to see that the guy's pace was far from elegant and calm when he came in. The deficit of one hundred and forty thousand is estimated to be a large number for him. "Alas, nobility, it's just that face is more important than anything." Deborah picked up the painting, according to the regulations, the highest Treasury, only the president can enter. In the vault, Deborah felt that the picture frame was a little loose. Just after he put the picture on the table, the small screw of the frame fell off. "Ha, even the frame is a forgery." Deborah picked up the screw and wanted to insert it, but he found a strange thing. Under the semi-finished sketch, it was slightly exposed, and a corner of another painting. There is a mezzanine in the frame! Deborah wanted to uncover it, but the two paintings were glued tightly. He was afraid of damaging them, and he carefully played with them for a long time. "Sir, the customer came to the front desk, it's about the loan." the guard outside the vault knows. Deborah regretfully stopped until he walked into the bank hall. He was still thinking about what the hidden picture was. On the street, Grey paid for the carriage and went through the crowd alone. "The first one." the handsome young man thought that he would never forget that more than a year ago, he was the president of this bank, who violated the morality of financial institutions and became an accomplice in destroying his life with a false account. He felt the ring, and the time limit for magic was almost up, so he had to go back. I have to go back and play another identity with another face.