Chapter 7 Can't do it

"After the fifteenth, I'm going to England. Please help me change this money into pounds!"

While talking, Chen Moran sat down, took out a thick kraft paper bag from the leather bag and threw it on the table.

Looking at the gentleman throwing money in front of him, the bank clerk was stunned. Obviously, the person in front of him didn't seem to care about the little money at all.

"Good..."

When he looked at the banknotes in the paper bag, he was shocked. What kind of small money was there? There were 20 stacks of bills of 50 yuan. There were really few people who threw so many banknotes in Shanghai casually. The bank clerk couldn't help looking up at the gentleman in front of him.

"Mr., ... it's a total of 100,000 yuan, right?"

After counting the money, the bank clerk reported a number.

"Hmm!"

Chen Moran nodded with crutches in his hands.

"That...please wait a moment!"

Chen Muran, who has always been calm, suddenly became nervous. What does it mean to wait a moment? Could it be...

Seeing the tycoon in front of him open his eyes and stare at himself, the bank clerk suddenly became nervous.

"Well... Sir, it's like this. We need to check this money. You know, for you, it's a small amount of money, but it's a huge amount of money for us. We must be cautious! It only takes a few minutes for you to wait!"

"What! Do I look like a slyre with fake money?

Chen Moran stared at the bank clerk in front of him and pretended to be aggressive. At this time, he must not be in a mess.

"...of course not! Just a moment, you just a moment..."

Although he said so and couldn't help nodding, he stopped and handed the money straight to a Russian behind the counter.

"No problem, there must be no problem. The serial number is calculated by software and then printed separately. The serial number will not be repeated. Paper... paper... There should be no big difference!"

Looking at the Russian who tried the touch for a while and checked with a magnifying glass for a while, Chen Moran's heart had already reached his throat. The palm of the crutch can't even couldn't help sweating.

Anatole looked carefully at the money in his hand with a magnifying glass, and then looked at Andrea beside him.

"Are you sure it's true?"

"Manager, except for the slight difference in the paper feel, there is no problem with the serial number. The front and back sides are gravure printing, and the lines are very clear. I have carefully compared the 15 anti-counterfeiting points on the layout, and there are no mistakes. The Victor's signature abbreviation hidden in the plates between the pictures is also no problem, even the Victor's book. People can't make two identical printing plates. This money can never be counterfeit money.

Andre, as an anti-counterfeiting expert for banks, gave his own opinion.

"Then why is there a slight difference in paper?"

Despite Andre's guarantee, Anatoly is still a little uneasy. After all, since it was issued in October last year, China-Russia Daosheng Bank has only entrusted the Imperial Mint to print more than 17.65 million yuan of silver dollar coupons. Now it is taking out 100,000 yuan in one person. How can it not doubt that it is like It was the money of the whole Russian empire that fell into a person's pocket.

"Manager, when the Imperial Mint printed two rolls of silver for us, it used Gobi paper and the thin paper used by Goby. It is normal and acceptable that there are differences between batches and batches."

Andre recognized these banknotes from a professional perspective, and his approval was also approved by Anatole. Although there is still some doubts in his heart, this suspicion is no longer about the authenticity of money, but at people. Why can he have 100,000 yuan of paper on hand? Coins.

Looking at the two Russians who slowly came towards him, Chen Moran couldn't help touching his coat pocket with his right hand. The pocket had already been cut open. He could directly pull out the pistol pinned to his belt and escape? Chen Moran thought of his legs and couldn't help but be annoyed why he couldn't wait any longer. When his legs were good, now... I'm afraid that a child has run past him.

When he was still close to one meter away from the tycoon, Anatole quickly bent down and made a loss.

"I'm very sorry to have kept you waiting!"

"Hmm!"

The heart has been raised to Chen Moran in his throat. What else can be said there? Just a gentle response.

The Chinese or Japanese tycoon in front of him was obviously a little angry. This discovery made Anatole realize that he had dragged on for nearly half an hour. It would be strange if he was not angry.

"Sir, it's like this. Because the Spring Festival has just passed, the pound in our bank is very limited. As you know, the military expenses of various countries in the north are advanced by banks... Ha ha, so we have to let people turn a batch of pounds from the Bank of France next door, and the damn Frenchman, you are The French people who know have always had no efficiency to talk about, which is why your precious time is delayed! I'm Anatoli, the manager of the Shanghai branch of China-Russia Daosheng Bank. This is my business card"

Anatole's explanation was true and false. After handing over the business card, he opened the folder in his hand and handed it to the tycoon.

"It's 10573.53 pounds in total. Please count it!"

Looking at the pound in the folder, Chen Moran was stunned. This is money. Is it money with such a large amount of money? The size of the pound banknote is close to the size of the 16-piece paper in the post-world. This is the first time I have seen a banknote with such a large size.

Anatole noticed that the tycoon in front of him was suddenly silent and asked with a smile. Maybe diplomats can disrespect the Chinese, but for any banker, every tycoon is the best friend of a banker.

"Sir, what kind of business do you do?"

"Okay! Mr. Anatoly, I have something else to do. If necessary, I think we will meet again in the future!"

Chen Moran casually put the folder with banknotes into the bag, stood up and interrupted Anatora's idea of getting close to him.

He walked out of the bank on crutches. It was not until he walked out of the bank that Chen Moran smiled above his face. God knows that when he took the money before, he had been suppressing his inner ecstasy. At that time, he almost laughed loudly.

"Take it! Reward you!"

Chen Moran, who was in a good mood, threw those penny coins to the carriageman before he got on the carriage. He was rich! What is the feeling of being rich! This is the feeling of being really rich. There are still a few boxes at home, and millions of silver dollar coupons are waiting to be exchanged for foreign exchange or silver dollars. At that time, I will be a fucking rich man in Shanghai!

After getting on the bus, he slowly calmed down from the excitement. Chen Moran realized that the exchange was not as smooth as he thought. Although he successfully pressed more than 10,000 pounds, there must be some problems.

"Why did you hold it for so long?"

Along the way, Chen Moran kept imagining all kinds of possibilities in his mind. Obviously, they didn't recognize that the money was fake money, but it took more than half an hour to give the money to him. There must be a problem.

"Circulation!"

After thinking about it all the way, Chen Moran suddenly realized where his problem was, it was the circulation! Hua-Russia Daosheng Bank is only one of dozens of foreign banks that issue banknotes. Their banknote circulation is very limited, and even their circulation may not be as much as their own printing, and they even took 100,000 yuan to exchange money, which must have aroused their suspicion. The reason why they exchanged money for themselves is that they don't They don't have to pay, because they didn't find that it was fake, but they didn't realize that they didn't doubt themselves!

"Fortunately, it's only 100,000 yuan. If you come out with hundreds of thousands of yuan..."

Thinking of Chen Moran's forehead, he suddenly sweated coldly. He was too reckless. Thinking of the banknotes in the boxes at home, there was a burst of meat pain. Those were all money!

"Would you like to print some money from other banks?"

Chen Moran almost subconsciously came up with this idea, but this idea is also fleeting. Every time a bank's silver dollar coupon is printed, it needs to be made with at least a few rollers, and now he only has thirteen rollers. How much better are other banks than China-Russia Daosheng Bank? It is not enough to waste a few precious rollers and only print hundreds of thousands of them in the end. Moreover, the money can only be exchanged in our bank, and the other bank does not recognize it, which limits the use space of silver dollar coupons.

"It seems that this silver dollar coupon can't be printed!"

After realizing the problem, Chen Moran shook his head and frowned helplessly. Compared with the endless anti-counterfeiting technology of banknotes in later generations, the anti-counterfeiting technology of banknotes at this time could not even catch up with that of the most ordinary counterfeiters. In this era, if you don't print counterfeit banknotes, you will really feel sorry for your ancestors and your children. I'm even more sorry for myself in the middle.

"I want to print a large circulation!"

Thinking of Chen Moran taking out a pound from the bag, which is almost equivalent to the shading on the size of the sixteen-piece sterling banknote is very exquisite, with extremely complex fonts printed on it. The whole page and even the black ink of the whole body are just like the technology of the early 19th century. But just touching it, Chen Moran realized that this was by no means something he could disguise, at least now he absolutely did not have the ability. Paper, pound paper is very special, and the paper is full of cross-grained fine regular textures.

"Good boy... Is this still money?"

He raised the 50-pound note in his hand and looked at the window of the carriage. Chen Moran was almost shocked. The whole page was full of dense and extremely complex watermarks. Even a watermark was a headache. In the past, when he printed RMB, he only used gravure printing special light yellow ink to create a fake watermark, and Pounds are good, full watermarks, and even these exquisite watermarks are not much simpler than the surface gravure patterns.

"You can't print this thing... Stop the car! Stop by the roadside"

While looking at the pound banknote, which can be called a work of art, the afterglow of his eyes suddenly saw a scene on the roadside sidewalk. Chen Moran quickly put the money in his pocket and shouted at the groom outside the carriage.

"Wow..." The groom was shocked and quickly pulled the rein. As soon as the carriage stopped, the groom saw the gentleman jumping out of the carriage and walking on the sidewalk on crutches.