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After leaving the pier, Liu Ruian, who was carrying a black suitcase, reached out and hailed a rickshaw.

Thanks to the fact that New China had just been founded in 1950, the domestic situation had not yet been completely settled.

After experiencing that tragic and long war, everyone needs enough time to recuperate.

The higher-ups have not yet dealt with the private-sector rivals below, otherwise it would be troublesome to hire a rickshaw.

"Where are you going, sir?" The coachman, who was dressed similar to the one in the old photos, asked diligently.

Hearing that the other person's accent was obviously not from Jinling, even Liu Ruian today couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

The number of people massacred in Jinling was actually more than 30, plus the population losses caused by the war.

As a result, this ancient capital of the Six Dynasties had to move the surrounding population in. It is normal to hear foreign accents.

"Go to the Central Bank." Liu Ruian said as he sat in the car.

"Guardian, there is no central bank now, only the Nanjing Branch of the People's Bank of China." The coachman explained diligently.

"This is the place, do you want to go?" Liu Ruian asked after glancing at the other party.

"Of course, sir, please take your seat." With a southern Anhui accent, the coachman said diligently, then he pulled up the car and started running.

Looking at the back that looked light on flesh but was actually very strong, Liu Ruian's eyes flashed with a trace of amusement.

"I haven't been back for a long time. I feel like my hometown has changed so much." Liu Ruian said with emotion, looking at the scenery on both sides of the road.

"Is your guest also from Jinling?" while maintaining a steady speed.The coachman said without looking back.

"What? Don't I look the same?" Liu Ruian, who spoke in authentic Jinling radish language, asked.

"Oh. If the guest officer had said this earlier, I wouldn't have asked." The coachman, whose tone was still full of attentiveness, said with a smile:

"But I think the guest officer hasn't been back for a long time. He looks like he came back from studying abroad, right?"

"Yeah, it's a pity that I came back late, otherwise I would have let the little devil see the power of Chinese martial arts!" Liu Ruian said following the topic.

"National martial arts?" There was a hint of surprise in the coachman's tone.

There's nothing I can do about it. Liu Ruian's outfit looks similar to those students from wealthy families.

His gentle appearance has nothing to do with those big bosses wielding swords and guns.

"Yes. A national martial art that only kills people but does not perform!" Liu Ruian, with a flash of smile in his eyes, said decisively.

Faced with this answer, the coachman was silent for a few seconds, and then his authentic Wannan accent came back.

On the rest of the way, the driver and the people in the car were chatting lively.

From Japan's invasion of China's territory, to the waste of everything after the founding of the People's Republic of China, to the plan to open martial arts schools and factories to invest in industry to support the country, and so on.

There are many topics to talk about, and the content also successfully portrays Liu Ruian as a patriotic and passionate returned overseas Chinese.

When the rickshaw, which had unknowingly slowed down, finally stopped in front of the gate with the banner "People's Bank of China Nanjing Branch", Liu Ruian, who got off the car, took out two silver dollars and put them in the driver's hand.

"Do you still accept cash yuan now?" Liu Ruian asked.

"Take it. Of course."

The driver took the silver dollar and looked at it. As he spoke, he pinched the two pieces of Mexican eagle in the middle with his thumb and forefinger, and then blew gently, "Zheng!

"A soft moan sounded immediately.

With the coachman's eyesight.It only took a moment to confirm that the two pieces of Yingyang in his hand were not fakes.

Besides, it's right in front of the bank now, so if you really don't worry, just go in and check it out.

but.For this coachman, it was completely useless.

Don't look at the fact that the People's Republic of China has issued its first set of soft sister coins, but for the private sector.Hard currency is still silver dollars and copper plates.

There are many versions of silver coins, from Long Yang in the late Qing Dynasty to Yuan Datou, who was famous for later generations.Mexican Eagle Ocean is also one of the more widely circulated.

"Sir, two dollars is too much. This is my first business today and I don't have any change." The coachman holding two silver dollars said awkwardly.

"The extra money can be used as tea money for you to chat with me."

Liu Ruian, who saw a hint of philistine cunning in the embarrassment on the other person's face, smiled and said without giving the other person a chance to speak, turned around and entered the bank.

"Thank you for the reward!" The coachman happily kept the two silver coins close to his body and thanked him at the top of his lungs.

Liu Ruian, who ignored the driver behind him, quickly walked into the hall of the former Central Bank.

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

However, as a former central bank, the interior is definitely much more impressive than the savings bank below. In many aspects, the decoration and layout of the lobby are not much worse than those of later banks.

I don’t know if it’s because Liu Rui’an looks rich in his outfit, or because not many people save money in this era.

Without waiting at all, Liu Ruian was invited to sit down at a counter.

"What does this gentleman need?" The man, who was obviously a professional, asked politely.

"I am an overseas Chinese who has just returned from abroad. Can I exchange US dollars here?" Liu Ruian asked, putting the black leather suitcase in his hand on his lap.

"It turns out that I am an overseas Chinese who has returned to China. I am honored to meet you." The smile on his face instantly became more sincere and the man said immediately:

"My surname is Zhao, Zhao Zhicheng. Sir, if you want to exchange US dollars for RMB, it's natural."

"Today's exchange rate is one dollar to two point seventy-five yuan. I wonder how much you need to exchange?"

Fortunately, it is still only 1950, and many aspects of the country still retain the management system from the Republic of China period.

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

"I think everything has been replaced." Liu Ruian said as he put the box on his lap and put it on the table and patted it.

"All?" Zhao Zhicheng's first reaction when his eyes fell on the box was, "Isn't this box full of money?!"

In fact, although this guy didn't completely guess it right, it was pretty close.

When Liu Ruian opened the box, except for some documents, silver coins and a few simple changes of clothes, the rest was all money, and it was all US dollars!

After counting, even Zhao Zhicheng was a little stunned when faced with a huge sum of US$50.

Don't look at it. During the Republic of China, Zhao Zhicheng was the deputy general manager of the German Bank.

I have come into contact with many wealthy people and a large amount of funds, but now we are not in the Republic of China but in the People's Republic.

Privately paying $50 in cash, haha... I really rarely see it.

However, Zhao Zhicheng was not too surprised when he thought that someone was a returned overseas Chinese.

After all, in the years when wars were becoming more and more severe, a large number of wealthy people took their family property and went to settle abroad.

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