"Comrade, my name is Chen Yang. Here are my household registration book and letter of introduction. I've come to collect the money mailed to me over the past few months."
At this time, banks did not support inter-provincial withdrawals, so sending money via the post office was a common practice.
The male employee, wearing the post office's distinctive green uniform, was accustomed to seeing people collect and send money. He habitually took Chen Yang's household registration book and letter of introduction, preparing to go to the warehouse to check the sealed packages.
"What did you say? Say that again, what's your name?"
Liang Bo had been working at the post office for nearly twenty years. He started his career at the post and telecommunications office in a commune when he was eighteen, beginning as a mail carrier and eventually ending up at the Qinghe City Post and Telecommunications Bureau. Sudán Novel Network.
He had handled tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of remittances in his lifetime. However, the fixed remittances arriving from each county and district in Anhui Province over the past few months...
It wasn't just Liang Bo; everyone at the Qinghe City Post and Telecommunications Bureau had been shocked to the point of numbness.
Because the amount was not just large; it was so enormous it rendered them numb!
In an era where a worker's salary was only a few dozen yuan a month, and earning a few hundred yuan a year could make many people envious,
Can you imagine how shocking it would be for someone to receive over one hundred thousand yuan in remittances in a single month!
Over the past two months, the total amount on the remittance slips sent from the post and telecommunications bureaus in various counties and districts of Anhui Province had exceeded two hundred thousand yuan. And that name, Chen Yang,
had been deeply imprinted on the hearts of every employee at the Qinghe City Post and Telecommunications Bureau. However, as Chen Yang hadn't come to collect these funds for several consecutive months, everyone gradually transitioned from shock to numbness while sorting and counting the remittance slips.
They wondered if he was a fraud, afraid to claim the money.
Such a large sum of money would undoubtedly make him a major capitalist.
Did anyone dare to come and claim it?
"My name is Chen Yang. I'm here to collect my remittance slips from the past few months."
"They should all have been remitted under the name of the various county branches of Meng Hui Audio-Visual Appliances. The recipient is me, and the remark should be the monthly payment of sales."
Chen Yang naturally knew what the post office staff were thinking. If it were in the past, Chen Yang might have been a little worried. But now, Meng Hui Audio-Visual Appliances was the golden signboard of Qinghe City.
It could even be said to be the golden signboard of industry and commerce in the entire Anhui Province. Therefore, Chen Yang was very confident. As long as his business continued to do well and could be sustained,
He would not dare say anything else, but at least in Anhui Province, no one would intentionally make things difficult for him.
"No problem, no problem. Please have a seat first. I'll find our leader to come and chat with you. The leader has always wanted to meet you, this masked hero."
"There are quite a few remittance slips, and the accountant and cashier need to verify them. It's estimated that this amount of money can't be produced immediately. You can leave the money with us for safekeeping, or deposit it into a bank."
"We are also very familiar with our comrades at the People's Bank. We'll put in a word for you then, and they'll come to handle the business."
Although being a bank employee was a highly sought-after profession at this time, most people had to beg banks to process their business. Whether it was depositing or withdrawing money, those behind the iron bars were all big shots.
If they were displeased, they could simply refuse to process your request, telling you to go elsewhere.
Even though bank employees were "big shots" at this time, it still depended on who they were facing. Even the most arrogant bank "big shot" would have to be respectful in front of Chen Yang, who possessed hundreds of thousands of yuan at this time.
Imagine this: If a billionaire were to walk into a bank in the future, wouldn't the branch manager down to the ordinary employees all be extremely enthusiastic?
There was no other reason; it was all because of money!
Keep in mind that banks are not charitable organizations. They operate to make profits. State-owned banks make money for the country, and joint-stock banks make money for their shareholders. Their essence is to make money.
Therefore, naturally, the wealthier the person, the more of a "big shot" they are.
"Alright, ask your leader to hurry. I have other things to do later."
Chen Yang did not refuse. After all, he would still need to come to the post office to collect remittances in the future. Getting to know the leaders of the post office would always be beneficial.
Afterward, Chen Yang was very glad he hadn't refused to meet Liang Bo's leader. It was no wonder that after the separation of the post and telecommunications offices and the post office, later generations would establish the Postal Savings Bank.
This guy, the remittance slips were not just a few. Before banks offered inter-provincial cash withdrawal services, and due to manual bookkeeping and the lack of nationwide computer networks,
The post office's remittance channel was essentially the best way for travelers to send money to relatives far away in their hometowns.
It was precisely because of this service that China Post later founded the Postal Savings Bank, and despite being established twenty to thirty years later than the Big Four banks, it secured a certain market share and became one of the six major state-owned banks.
It was also through this leader of the post and telecommunications bureau that Chen Yang got to know people at the Qinghe City People's Bank, and then successfully deposited the money into the bank.
He also made an agreement with the bank president that if he needed this fund, he could withdraw it with three days' notice.
Leaving the post and telecommunications bureau, Chen Yang, along with Zhang Dabiao, rushed to find Zou Chenguang.
After receiving so much encouragement from leaders in Jiangsu Province, Chen Yang had developed some ideas and thoughts about establishing factories.
So Chen Yang decided to visit Zou Chenguang again. Several months had passed, and perhaps the intentions of the higher-ups had changed.
As Chen Yang and Zhang Dabiao arrived at Zou Chenguang's home, they were surprised to find that Zou Chenguang's former residence now looked like an empty old house. If Chen Yang hadn't remembered what it looked like, he would have thought he had seen a ghost.
The neighboring houses also had their doors closed, likely because their residents had gone to work. With no other options, Chen Yang had no choice but to nervously go to the unit to see what was happening with Zou Chenguang.
He had traveled all this way; he couldn't just be turned away.
When Chen Yang arrived at the Qinghe City Prefectural Party Committee compound and inquired, he learned that
Zou Chenguang had been promoted to the provincial level after the Chinese New Year. As for his specific location and position, the gatekeepers Chen Yang asked didn't know much.
After all, they were not of the same rank as Zou Chenguang. Hearing from others that Zou Chenguang had been promoted was already quite something.
Chen Yang didn't dwell on it and directly went to find Hu Dong. If others might not know where Zou Chenguang had been promoted to, Hu Dong would certainly know.
Chen Yang was also a bit excited. Zou Chenguang's promotion actually confirmed one thing: the importance of Chen Yang's business in the eyes of the leaders was growing.
This, in turn, indicated that the reform and opening-up environment was gradually changing and would get better and better.
Chen Yang was naturally happy; this was great news for him.