Chapter 183: Who the Hell is Harming Me!

The ringing of the telephone disturbed Mr. Qiaobafu who was sleeping. Last night the mayor had a party, and he was invited to attend.

Among the people who came were several social representatives of this state. The mayor told him privately that these gentlemen not only have the right to speak at the meeting, but their status is also very high.

Many people, especially federal underclass people, open their mouths and talk about senators, representatives, and the Speaker of the House.

It seems that in their eyes, the political figures of a city, the political figures of a state, have not been put in their eyes.

But Mr. Qiaobafu knows that it is because the people at the bottom only know what the officials at the very top are doing, who they are, and they don't know anything about those in the middle.

They don't know who the Senate President of the State Legislature is, nor do they know who the Speaker of the House is. They might not even know who the Lieutenant Governor is, let alone the first chief, second chief, etc., of various departments.

But it is precisely these people who are not actually familiar to most people, who are the ones who truly control the pulse of a state, a city, and truly determine the fate of the people.

Just like the President, he cannot decide whether an ordinary person can live happily, but the mayor, the governor, they can.

And those who can decide who is qualified to sit in these important positions are these representatives.

Although the federal government is also actively promoting the implementation of the right to be elected, individual candidates do not have any climate, at least for now.

These people whose names might not even appear in newspapers can be said to be more important than the mayor. He had no reason to refuse.

He had never had such an opportunity before, nor could he have such an opportunity, he cherished such an opportunity very much.

Then naturally, he paid more than five thousand dollars to contract all the expenses of this party, which was also his honor, and what he should do.

These five thousand-plus dollars were one of the few expenses he had spent the least since he defected to the mayor, and he even had an unreal feeling—just let me go like this?

It is no wonder he would have such a feeling. When he joined this small group of the mayor as a "banker," he took on the extra work of being a money bag.

The mayor himself doesn't operate business, nor does he accept bribes, what money can he have.

As for the donated political contributions?

Those money obviously shouldn't be used for private eating, drinking, and playing, but the mayor is a principled person, but everything is very grateful that he has a banker friend named Qiaobafu.

This banker friend always generously helps him solve all the troubles that can only be solved by money, and never asks for a return.

This sincere friendship made the mayor very moved, so that no matter what activities he organized, as long as he organized them, he would invite Mr. Qiaobafu.

Exchanged business cards at the party yesterday, he could feel that those people still didn't value him much. He didn't feel strange, because he is now the "bitch" in Lanse's mouth. You can't value a bitch.

Unless, one day, he is no longer the role specifically paying for the mayor, and has higher status, higher influence.

This is also what he has been actively seeking. He plans to set up an Imperial Struggle Fund, selecting some federal people who actively strive to realize their social value from the entire Federation every year, awarding them bonuses, and promoting their deeds.

Federal people will definitely like this very much. All things that help rule and stability, they will like.

He actually talked to the mayor about this privately, but it was not so formal. The mayor was very interested after listening, and asked him to come up with a plan.

This move not only helps him better integrate into the local area, or even the social political circle, but also helps him gain great influence among Imperial immigrants.

Win-win.

In a dream not long ago, he dreamed that he was invited to the Presidential Palace to give a speech, and the topic was "I come from the Empire, but I have a federal dream." He stood on the podium and spoke passionately, and even the President, the big figures in Congress, all stood up and applauded for him.

But he couldn't hear clearly what he said. Those people under the stage are really annoying, can't their applause be smaller?

In this way, he can copy his speech draft in the dream, and he won't have to rack his brains to compile it in the future.

Just when he was about to usher in the peak of his life, the ringing of the telephone rang in his dream. Everyone's movements suddenly stopped, looking at the bedside table that appeared beside him at some unknown time.

There was an enamel telephone. The suddenly quiet lecture hall made him feel afraid, and also a bit angry, because this might be a highlight moment he would never truly realize in his life!

At this moment, the dream was awakened by the ringing of the telephone. He was a bit crazy, but he still opened his eyes.

The beautiful bed top, the curtains were also good-looking, but for some reason, he was just very unhappy.

He supported his elbows to let himself sit on the head of the bed, glanced at the telephone, and picked it up. "This is Qiaobafu..."

"Old man, it's me, we might have encountered a little trouble..."

The assistant was standing in a public telephone booth outside the gate of "Jin Da Bank" at this time. Jin Da Bank is a regional bank in New Jincheng, and only has a certain influence in the Imperial District.

Because this bank belongs to the Imperial banker Mr. Qiaobafu, no matter whether you have a legal status in the Federation or not, as long as you are an Imperial person, you can open an anonymous account in this bank and then deposit the money.

Of course, they also provide check services, but more people don't recognize them, so basically they only engage in cash deposit and withdrawal and loan business here.

Because Mr. Qiaobafu has great influence among Imperial people in New Jincheng, many people trust him very much, believing that he is the "Light of the Empire," so they deposit their money here.

A large amount of funds gathered made it easy for him to use money to make money. Some people also say that he is secretly laundering money for some Imperial nobles, but whether it is true or not, no one knows.

Now, outside the gate of this bank, which usually doesn't have too many people, there is actually a queue.

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Listening to the assistant's familiar voice, Mr. Qiaobafu clamped the receiver with his shoulder, and rubbed his eyes with both hands.

After some eye mucus that felt a bit gritty was rubbed off by him, he stretched and sat on the edge of the bed. He actually didn't worry too much.

Because now, he is no longer the past him.

Even those who have some ability, if they want to provoke him, they have to think about whether they can bear the mayor's anger.

"So now, waking me up before eight o'clock, what is it for?"

Although he felt that the assistant was indeed a bit heavy, he had been like this since his nephew died, so he really didn't think anything big would happen.

Until the assistant said the following words—

"Old man, it is possible that a run on the bank will occur!"

Mr. Qiaobafu was still considering whether to squint for a while in the previous second, anyway, there was nothing today, it was still early, and there was still some sleepiness.

But in the next second, he was scared to stand up, and his skin started to heat up, and even started to sweat!

His expression also changed from not caring at all to being full of fear. He even carried the telephone to the window and looked at the street outside.

This house is some distance from the roadside, but he can see some, just some!

It doesn't look like anything big happened on the street. He didn't quite understand. "What happened, why is there a run on the bank, are there many people?"

His voice was already a bit unsteady. A run on the bank, once it breaks out, it cannot be curbed.

Human nature is like this. When they see fire, they will hide, and when they see food, they will eat.

When they encounter bad things, they will think of ways to hide. Bank bankruptcy is obviously the worst thing!

Actually, don't talk about unhealthy bank capital operations, even healthy banks can't withstand a run on the bank, in this period!

He knows the situation in the bank better than anyone else. It is impossible for him to just keep the depositors' money in the bank all the time. That way he will lose money.

So about 60 to 70 percent of the money here is not in the bank. They are lent out in the form of loans to earn interest, including but not limited to investment, purchasing real estate at low prices, purchasing gold, and purchasing federal bonds.

If the run on the bank is only small-scale, he can fully handle it. He can urgently transfer a sum of money from other banks to deal with it.

But he is afraid that this matter is being manipulated by someone behind the scenes!

While dressing, he dialed the mayor's phone.

Compared to him still sleeping just now, the mayor is already working.

Recently, Mr. Qiaobafu has been actively striving to show his value to everyone, and the mayor's attitude toward him has also eased. After all, he has "extorted" almost 400,000 to 500,000 from Mr. Qiaobafu.

Of course, this money is not to say that it is completely gone, but that Mr. Qiaobafu invested in infrastructure to thank New Jincheng for giving him a place to settle down.

According to those people, after twenty or thirty years, these investments can be recouped.

But twenty or thirty years later... whether these hundreds of thousands are still worth so much is another matter.

Plus other investments that don't belong to urban construction, the mayor's attitude toward him is still good.

"Is there anything?", the mayor put down his pen. In addition to looking at the specific development situation of New Jincheng now, the state representatives also have to have a bottom-line understanding of the campaigns starting at the end of the year in various places in the state.

Always having good ruling power in this state, but you can't relax your vigilance in the campaign. They must better understand the choices of the underclass voters in the election.

Sometimes an election is like a tug-of-war. Often, what determines the outcome is not the overall strength of the two teams.

After all, they can all stand on the same field for the final, and the strength of both sides must be very close. In this case, if you only consider the average strength of both sides, you obviously cannot truly predict the correct result.

Because in a match where both sides are evenly matched, what determines who wins the final victory is never the gap in overall strength.

But which side makes a mistake first!

As a relatively important city, New Jincheng is also a top priority for observing the election situation of voters here.

Of course, some expenses might be generated in this process, tens of thousands of dollars, or more

He certainly couldn't pay this money himself, but he wouldn't let Mr. Qiaobafu pay it all alone. After all, there are others willing to pay this money.

But at least, Mr. Qiaobafu has to take out about 35,000 dollars, not counting yesterday's expenses.

No one can be indifferent to the future 35,000 dollars, even the mayor, and 35,000 dollars is just the beginning, and the future is still long.

Mr. Qiaobafu's voice was a bit anxious. "I don't know if someone is doing something, anyway, the bank had a run on the bank, and I am about to rush over."

"I need some help, on the branch side, I'm worried that a conflict might break out."

The mayor frowned. "Is the situation serious?"

Mr. Qiaobafu was tidying himself up while saying. "I don't quite understand either, I will tell you the news after I figure out the situation."

After hanging up the phone, the mayor frowned, and then dialed the city police department. "Where is Chali?"

"Not here?"

"The Imperial District Jin Da Bank might have some malicious run on the bank and riots. You still have the Imperial District branch to arrange for people to go over to maintain order, and by the way, understand Mr. Qiaobafu's demands."

He didn't say to let them listen to Mr. Qiaobafu, this is not what a mayor should say, but he said to understand the other party's demands, which actually said it very clearly.

Soon the police siren of Wula Wula pierced the tranquility of the Imperial District in the morning, and four or five police cars gathered in the cold wind, finally stopping outside the Jin Da Bank.

The originally quiet crowd in line suddenly became a bit restless.

The Imperial people in a weak position would naturally feel afraid when seeing these police. These are not police in a civilized country, they are federal police!

Mr. Qiaobafu also just arrived. He saw Bulu, but he didn't know the police sergeant sent by the city police department. Fortunately, Bulu introduced him.

During the period, some people also greeted Mr. Qiaobafu. He just barely smiled and dealt with it, which made others unwilling to come over, and he also had police beside him.

Subsequently, the three entered the bank. From the queue at the main entrance to the counter, there were only three counters here, and they were all people.

When the assistant saw Mr. Qiaobafu, he took the initiative to open the safety door of the counter and let them in.

"What's going on?", as soon as he came in, he pulled the assistant to the corner.

The assistant shook his head. "I don't quite understand either, but I asked a few, they said they needed money for some urgent use."

"Urgent use?"

"How urgent can it be, so many people!"

He looked out again. "Find a way

As he spoke, he looked toward Branch Director Bulu and the police sergeant from the city police department. "You two should take a break; perhaps the problem here can be resolved very soon."

He went to the vault, opened it, and personally pushed a cart of money out from inside.

The small cart was actually not very large; it had a tray on top, and the tray was piled full of money.

This money looked like a lot, but if someone were to count it carefully, there was only about three or four hundred thousand here.

But the visual impact it gave people was absolutely much stronger than the actual number!

"I need you all to do me a favor!" Mr. Qiaobafu said, and Branch Director Bulu and the sergeant certainly would not refuse.

Before long, the people waiting in line saw Mr. Qiaobafu personally pushing a cart of money out. He told everyone who came to withdraw money that there was plenty of money here.

Even if they all withdrew it, it wouldn't matter.

But considering that the weather was too cold now, he was very worried that everyone would catch a chill, so he invited everyone to go to a nearby cafe for a drink and have a couple of donuts.

"My treat!"

Those who were already somewhat tempted, upon hearing they could get a free cup of coffee and a free donut, felt moved—for these people who were not wealthy at all.

When the first old woman wearing a knit hat walked out of the line with a face full of smiles, Mr. Qiaobafu let out a sigh of relief.

"Once you've filled your stomachs and warmed your bodies, I will arrange for staff to find you."

"You don't need to wait in the cold wind!"

"Mr. Qiaobafu, you really are a kind and generous person!"

The people in line began to move completely. Mr. Qiaobafu hurriedly signaled the staff to send them to the nearby cafe and told the owner to put it on his tab, saying he would settle the bill before twelve o'clock.

Soon, the people lining up on the street to withdraw money disappeared, but to avoid similar things happening again, Qiaobafu told his assistant to handle everything according to the current method.

As long as they came to withdraw money, and as long as it couldn't be withdrawn immediately, he would have them go to the nearby cafe first.

Having been in the banking business for decades, Mr. Qiaobafu knew very well that once a panic occurred, it would be too late for everything!

His business operations were right in the Imperial District; it wouldn't take long at all for the people here to come over, and he would be finished!

Although he would lose a little bit of money now, it wouldn't cause the bank to close, and compared to the appetites of the mayor and those people, he didn't feel any heartache over this money at all!

"A very clever tactic, Mr. Qiaobafu!" the sergeant from the city police department praised. "Since you've resolved things on your end, can I go back to work now?"

"Today is the day the Tobacco, Alcohol, and Hazardous Materials Bureau officially starts work, so we are a bit busy..."

"But Bulu will stay here to continue assisting you, right?"

The "right" was addressed to Bulu, who nodded repeatedly. "I'm not going anywhere until the problem is solved."

Mr. Qiaobafu nodded, reached out, and shook hands with the other man. "Sorry to have troubled you to make the trip. If you're free tonight, we can grab something to eat together."

The sergeant smiled and declined. "We have a very full schedule for this week, so..."

"There will always be another chance!" Mr. Qiaobafu added.

Soon they drove off, leaving only Branch Director Bulu behind.

They had actually known each other before. In the past, when Mr. Qiaobafu faced Bulu, he couldn't say he felt the other man was a cut above him, but he would ultimately be a bit afraid of trouble.

Now, he didn't have that feeling anymore.

"Do you want to go get a drink, and while you're at it, get some coffee and food for your colleagues..."