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After leaving the dock, Liu Rui'an, carrying a black suitcase, reached out to rush a rickshaw.

It is also a blessing that New China had just been established in 1950, and the domestic situation had not yet been completely settled.

After experiencing that tragic and long war, it took enough time to recuperate.

The above has not yet met the private enterprise competitors below, otherwise it would be troublesome to hire a rickshaw to ride.

"Where are you going?" asked the coachman, dressed similarly to the one in the old photos.

Listening to the other party's obvious accent, even Liu Rui'an couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

In fact, Jinling, which suffered a disaster, was slaughtered more than 300,000 people, plus the population losses caused by the war.

This made the Six Dynasties an ancient city and had to move the surrounding population in. It was normal to hear the accent of other places.

"Go to the Central Bank." Liu Rui'an, who was sitting in the car, said.

"The guest officer now has no central bank, only the Nanjing Branch of the People's Bank of China." The coachman explained attentively.

"It's this place, are you going?" Liu Rui'an asked, who looked at the other party.

"Of course, sir, please sit down." After speaking in the accent of southern Anhui, the coachman said attentively and then pulled up the car and ran.

Looking at the back that looked like nothing but was actually very strong, a playful look flashed in Liu Rui'an's eyes.

"I haven't been back for a long time. I feel that my hometown has changed a lot." Looking at the scenery on both sides of the road, Liu Rui'an sighed.

"Are the guest officers also from Jinling?" The coachman said without looking back while maintaining steady speed.

"What? Doesn't I look like?" Liu Rui'an, who changed to the authentic Jinling radish words, asked back.

"Oh, if the guest officer said this earlier, I won't ask." The coachman, who was still full of attentiveness, said with a smile:

"But my spectator probably hasn't come back for a long time. It seems that he has returned from studying abroad, right?"

"Yes, it's a pity that I'm late to come back, otherwise the Japanese would have to see the power of national martial arts!" Liu Rui'an said along the topic.

"National Art?" The coachman's tone obviously showed a hint of surprise.

There is no way, no matter how you look at Liu Rui'an's outfit, he looks similar to those of the rich family students.

His gentle and gentle appearance no matter how hard he looks, it has nothing to do with those rough guys who are playing with swords and guns.

"Yes. A national martial art that only kills people but does not perform!" Liu Rui'an, who flashed a smile in his eyes, said firmly.

Faced with this answer, the coachman was silent for a few seconds, and then the authentic Annan accent rang again.

On the following journey, the cart pullers and the carts were having a lot of chatting.

From Japan's invasion of China's territory, to the fact that it had just been in trouble after the founding of the People's Republic of China, to the plan to open a martial arts hall and factories to invest in industrial support for the country, etc.

There are many topics and contents that have successfully portrayed Liu Rui'an into a patriotic and passionate returnee.

The rickshaw, which had slowed down unknowingly, finally stopped in front of the gate holding the banner of "People's Bank of China Nanjing Branch". Liu Rui'an, who got out of the car, took out two silver dollars and put them in the coachman's hand.

"Is it still a cashier now?" Liu Rui'an asked.

"Cake. Of course."

The coachman who took the silver dollar and looked at it, while saying that, he pinched the two Mexican eagle Yang with his thumb and index fingers in the middle, and then blew it gently, and a gentle whisper of "Cang!" suddenly sounded.

With the coachman's eyesight, he confirmed in just a short while that the two pieces of eagle in his hand were not fake.

Besides, it’s right at the bank entrance, so I really don’t worry about going in and checking it out.

However, it is completely unnecessary for this coachman.

Although the People's Republic of China has issued the first set of soft sister coins, for the people, the hard currency is still silver dollars and copper coins.

There are many versions of silver dollars, from Longyang in the late Qing Dynasty to Yuan Datou in the later generations. Mexican Eagle Ocean is also one of the most widely circulated ones.

"Customer, two dollars is too much. I'm the first deal today, I don't have any change." The coachman holding two silver dollars said awkwardly.

"If you have more money, just use the tea money you can chat with me."

Liu Rui'an, who saw that there was a hint of cunning in the embarrassment on the other party's face, smiled and didn't give the other party a chance to speak, turned around and entered the bank.

"Thank you for your reward!" The coachman happily kept the two silver dollars in close proximity, but he didn't forget to thank him at the top of his throat.

Liu Rui'an, who ignored the coachman behind him, quickly walked into the hall of the former central bank.

Unlike later banks, banks in this era did not have any bulletproof glass.

However, the interior of the former central bank is definitely much more grand than the savings bank below. The decoration and layout of the hall are not much worse than that of later banks in many aspects.

I don’t know if it’s because Liu Rui’an looks very rich in dress, or because there are not many people saving money in this era.

There was no need to wait at all, so Liu Rui'an was invited to a counter to sit down.

"What do you need for this gentleman?" asked the man, who was obviously a professional talent, politely.

"I am an overseas Chinese who just returned from abroad. I want to ask if the US dollar can be exchanged here?" Liu Rui'an asked with the black suitcase in his hand on his legs.

"It turns out that they are returned overseas Chinese, so lucky to meet you." A man with a little sincerity appeared on his smile on his face, and he immediately said:

"My surname is Zhao, Zhao Zhicheng, and it is natural that Mr. Shin-Wan can exchange US dollars for RMB."

"Today's exchange rate is one dollar to 2.75 yuan. I wonder how much do you need to exchange?"

Fortunately, it is only 1950, and the management system of the Republic of China period was retained in many aspects of the country.

If you really want to exchange foreign currency in the future, haha... the outcome will be really hard to say.

"I want to change everything." Liu Rui'an said, putting his legs on the box and patting it on the table.

"All?" Zhao Zhicheng's first reaction was, "There isn't all money in this box?"

In fact, although this guy was not completely guessed, it was not much worse.

After Liu Rui'an opened the box, except for some documents, silver dollars and a few simple clothes to change, the rest was all money, and all US dollars!

After counting, even Zhao Zhicheng was a little stunned when facing a huge sum of $500,000.

Although Zhao Zhicheng was the senior manager of the German Bank during the Republic of China period before.

I have contacted many wealthy people and a large number of funds, but now it is not the Republic of China but the People's Republic.

I took out $500,000 in cash in private, haha... I really rarely see it.

However, it was not too surprising that Zhao Zhicheng was thinking of someone as a returning overseas Chinese.

After all, in the years when the war was getting worse and worse, a large number of rich people took their property to settle abroad.

But why did the person in front of me return to China at this time? Is there any purpose? (To be continued.)
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