During the evening news time, international news was being broadcast on the TV:

“Come and see the latest news from our station!”

"Many banks in Frankfurt, England, Germany and many other countries have issued statements recently——"

"We have received a large number of US dollars with duplicate numbers."

“Even the president of Citibank’s head office in the U.S. cannot tell the truth from the false.”

The picture on the TV switched, and the current president of Citibank appeared, being interviewed:

"I have been engaged in banking business for thirty years. At the beginning, I started working hard as an ordinary teller."

"After so many years of working in the industry, this is the first time I have seen such a strange phenomenon!"

"Not long ago, my subordinate reported to me that he had received numerous complaints from customers."

"Ordinary customers said that the banknotes they withdraw from our bank have duplicate numbers."

"In this regard, we conducted strict banknote comparisons."

"The results show that there is no problem in identifying the banknotes themselves."

"These U.S. dollars are indistinguishable from real coins in terms of material, ink, weight, anti-counterfeiting marks, printing process, etc."

"Even the bank's banknote detector has a hard time distinguishing which US dollars are real and which are counterfeit."

Si Chen, who was sitting in front of the TV, suddenly became very happy:

"Daughter-in-law, look, the Americans themselves are in trouble first, and their old employees are all in trouble. Is this going to cause a 'real and fake US dollar' incident?"

"Hahaha~ Listen, Europe has been affected, and there is also a very serious situation."

"Tell me, if there is such a large amount of US dollars circulating in the market, how chaotic it would be!"

Yan Lixia was playing with the children. Beside the coffee table, Zwaage was softly explaining "The Big Satan" to the children.

Yan Lixia was very cautious about money and subconsciously muttered:

"Si Chen, tell me, if we got so much US dollars back a year ago, there shouldn't be any problems, right?"

When Si Chen heard this, he couldn't laugh anymore!

"Si Chen, the more I think about it, the more I feel uneasy. Let's..."

Yan Lixia paused deliberately, came over and whispered:

"Our Bank of China has 16 billion US dollars!"

Before 1983, Bank of China could still open private accounts.

After that, relevant policies were introduced and no more private business was conducted.

The U.S. dollars Si Chen got back, measured in tons, was really huge!

In this era, you can only join Bank of China as a "special" person.

Bank of China Yan Lixia's account was actually specially approved.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

It is also confidential to the outside world!

Even though there were so many people at Kyoto Airport counting money, in fact, no one knew who the money belonged to.

They all think that money belongs to the public.

Even though Si Chen and Yan Lixia appeared before and after, everyone only regarded them as special correspondents from above.

Such a huge amount of wealth was not associated with these two young people.

Only President Ren knew it and handled this matter personally.

Si Chen quickly took out his satellite phone and dialed President Ren's eldest brother.

It rang once, but no one answered. It was night after all.

Si Chen thought about it for a moment and insisted on calling it.

The second time, halfway through the call, I was picked up:

"Hello, who's there?"

President Ren's voice was full of exhaustion.

Si Chen was surprised in his heart, his intuition was not very good:

"President Ren, it's me, Si Chen."

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a few seconds, and President Ren sighed helplessly:

"Si Chen, you've seen the news, right?"

"Yeah." Si Chen's heartbeat was unsteady!

"You should come over as soon as possible. The situation is a bit complicated. Let's meet and talk in detail!"

…

Si Chen flew to Kyoto overnight.

When he went to President Ren's office, Si Chen was shocked when he saw him for the first time:

"You... didn't sleep all night?"

The President Ren in front of me has a black stubble, two blue panda eyes, and a haggard look on his face!

Even the lips are chapped!

He no longer looks like the energetic, financial executive he once was.

"I haven't slept for more than one night? I haven't slept well for three days, ugh!"

President Ren made tea for Si Chen, but found that there was no hot water.

"You're not busy, I'm not thirsty." Si Chen quickly pressed the button and asked with a frown:

"Let's make a long story short, what happened?"

"The situation is like this!" President Ren is a non-smoker.

At this moment, uncharacteristically, he smoked and lit a cigarette for Si Chen, and lit one himself to refresh himself:

"We received news from our overseas colleagues that this kind of problem has occurred in all major banks in the world."

“Dollars with duplicate numbers!”

"So far, we have not found more than two duplicate U.S. bills with the same number, but some two are the same."

"According to our preliminary speculation, the 'pirate' party should have selected a certain range of U.S. dollars and made a 'reproduction.'"

"Of course, this is just a temporary guess. The specific answer depends on the answer from the United States."

Si Chen listened silently and nodded repeatedly to show that he understood.

He asked anxiously: "My US dollars..."

"It's all spent." President Ren said suddenly.

Si Chen was stunned!

Why did you come up with such a sentence without any beginning or end?

"President Ren, what I want to ask is, do any of my US dollars have duplicate numbers?"

The look in President Ren's eyes at Si Chen was very complicated.

He took two puffs of cigarette silently and repeated it again:

"It's all spent!"

This time, there is a bit of emphasis.

Si Chen's scalp suddenly went numb!

Some unbelievable yet vaguely guessed situation gradually emerged in his mind:

Could it be that...those U.S. dollars with duplicate numbers really belong to me?

Si Chen's head almost exploded!

Damn it, Sha Shisan was so generous back then, he paid as much as he wanted, was there really something fishy in it?

"President Ren, are you...busy spending money these days?"

President Ren had a look of sorrow on his face. He smoked the remaining half of the cigarette in one gulp and exhaled a long puff of smoke.

His hand holding the cigarette couldn't help but tremble slightly.

A long piece of cigarette ash fell tremblingly onto his pants, burning a hole in his pants.

"I'm not busy spending money these days."

President Ren raised his eyes extremely slowly, his eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes, and his voice was full of vicissitudes of life:

"I'm busy dealing with the aftermath these days!"
To be continued...