Chapter 18 Sorrow!

Worried!

For Anatoly, perhaps only this word can best describe his mood at this time. Since December 31, 1900, and 1901, all the troubles have followed. In just one month, the head office first sent a telegram asking the Russian army in China to advance 45 million rubles of military expenses, which is no problem for the Shanghai branch.

Last year's instability made many rich Chinese choose to store their silver in reputable foreign banks. Naturally, China-Russia Daosheng Bank is also their choice. By the end of the year, the bank still had more than 7 million taels of deposit.

Although it is a little difficult to make such a huge amount of money for a while, Anatole still tried to solve the problem. A week ago, the money had been distributed, and the head office also sent a special telegram to commend him.

But the real trouble is in front of him. Thinking of this, Anatole leaned forward and took out two bills from the table.

"Which one is true?"

Looking at the two bills in his hand, Anatole said to himself with a sad face.

These two 50 yuan silver coupons are exactly the same, there is no difference, but the problem is that their numbers are also the same. People with a little common sense know what it means. This means that one of these two banknotes must be counterfeit.

These two silver bills were accidentally found by the bank clerk when he was rectifying the banknotes. If it hadn't been for the fact that the two banknotes were placed in front of him, and he had scanned the banknote number, he might have been ignored.

"They are all real money!"

This is the conclusion given by Andre, the bank's best counterfeit banknote identification expert. They took the two banknotes and compared them for half a day. As a result, both of them were real banknotes, which made Anatole suddenly confused.

"How can it be true?"

Looking at the money in his hand is almost instinctive. He believes that one of them is definitely counterfeit. But it is completely illogical to print such exquisite counterfeit money.

"Manager!"

Andre, who pushed the door in, looked a little strange. After he entered the door, he even closed the door casually. Then he went to Anatole and took out a few bills from the folder.

"Look!"

"Andre, don't tell me..."

Looking at the money taken out by Andre, Anatoli felt that his heart seemed to jump into his throat.

Andre nodded, and Anatole's face turned pale in an instant.

"This is a total of six cards found in the bank vault in the morning, and there are six duplicate numbers! They are all silver dollar coupons with a face value of 50 yuan! Just like those two, regardless of whether it's true or false!"

"Ah!"

Anatole screamed and his face turned whiter. As a bank manager, he clearly knew what it meant, which meant that there might be more real and fake banknotes that had flowed to the market and were flowing in China, and even China-Russia Daosheng Bank would go bankrupt.

"Each one is exactly the same as that one. The gravure printing on the front and back has clear lines, no blur, and there are many anti-counterfeiting points. Even the miniature signatures of the plate making, including the serial number arrangement rules, also conform to our distribution rules. I..."

Andre suddenly stabted.

"I... To be honest, looking at this money, I only have one idea, whether it is the wrong printing of the imperial coin! Otherwise, this kind of fake money, which is not true or false, can never be printed by others, and..."

Andre took two banknotes with the same serial number, and then took out another banknote.

"Manager, look here,"

Andre's finger pointed to the center of the bill.

"Unless it is the same printing plate, it can never be the same in this detail!"

Looking at the position of Andre's finger, Anatole was stunned.

"Even Victor himself can't make two identical master versions. I carefully checked every detail, and every detail is not discarded. I'm almost sure!"

Andre's words flashed a strange color in Anatoly's eyes.

"Unless it is, the Imperial Mint..."

"No! Can't we speculate about it?

While putting away the money on the table, Anatole said coldly. At this time, he couldn't help but regret why he must ask Andrea to check the silver dollar rolls in the vault, otherwise he would not know all this at all and what would happen after all this?

"But, manager!"

Anatoly raised his head suddenly as Andre tried to continue.

"Okay! Andre, you just need to remember that this... has never happened, understand?"

As he spoke, Anatoly picked up matches from the table and ignited the bills in his hand!

"Manager!"

Andre looked at the manager's movements almost stunned. He didn't expect that the manager would do so.

"Scandal! If this matter spreads, it will destroy many people, including..."

Although Anatole did not continue, Andre understood the reason in an instant. Anatoly was using this way to protect a person, the imperial Chancellor of the Exchequer Sergei Yulievich Witt, who gave the powerful figure the most prominent member of the Anatole family. If the empire minted coins The matter of privately printing the silver dollar coupons of China-Russia Daosheng Bank has been exposed, and the scandal will definitely involve it, and may even lead to his resignation, which is by no means what Anatoly would like to see.

"I see!"

Andre looked helplessly at the money that had turned to ashes. Whether he could understand or understand it, it was meaningless, and the evidence had turned to ashes.

Looking at Andre with a helpless face, Anatoly stood up and took out a thick stack of banknotes from the safe behind him, which was different from two silver coupons, but imperial ruble.

Looking at the manager taking out four hundred yuan rubles, Andre was stunned, but then the manager's words shocked him.

"Andre, given your contribution to the bank, I think your bonus this year should be 50,000 rubles!"

Although the four stacks of banknotes on the table are very attractive, they look at the colorful banknotes. Andre kept struggling and hesitating. His hand couldn't help reaching for the banknote on the table. Finally, when his hand was about to touch the banknote, the moment he grabbed the banknote, he first paused and pushed the banknote back.

"No merit will be accepted! Mr. Manager! Ten thousand rubles is the bonus I deserve!"

Although the manager's expression became very ugly when he pushed back the money, Andre refused. He does not want to sell his soul. If he takes over these bills, he will sell his dignity and soul.

Andre's refusal made Anatole's face change rapidly, but at the same time, he smiled and looked indifferent.

"It doesn't matter! You are a real person!"

"Manager, if there is nothing else, I have another job!"

After Andre walked out of the office, Anatole looked at him. Although he smiled a little, his eyebrows were wrinkled and loose. He looked down at the four stacks of bills pushed back on the table, and his expression changed sharply.

Why did Andre reject himself?

This damn unbean employee actually refused his kindness, can it be said that...

In an instant, Anatole seemed to understand the reason. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his lips trembled gently, as if he was angry or thinking about something to figure out the reason.

A few minutes later, Anatoly got up and took off his coat from the hanger, put on his coat and hat, and left the office with civilization. In Andre's office, he smiled at Andre in the room through the glass on the door.

"God! Sometimes people are always forced to make some decisions!"

Maybe he was ashamed. When he walked out of the bank, he looked at the statue of St. Peter on the bank of the Huangpu River opposite the bank. Anatole whispered in his heart, and then directly boarded a carriage and left the bank.