Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 1203 Trigger

As the biggest thief in Moscow, although Timofeyev was not recognized as the Godfather by the underworld due to his age and qualifications, after incorporating Ivankov's forces and secretly cooperating with the KGB, Timofeyev's power has long surpassed that of the dead Ivankov. He may not have the title of Godfather, but he is the de facto Godfather.

No matter which of the 360 ​​professions you are in, as long as you become the top in it, it is easy to make money.

Timofeev naturally has some wealth today, all of which is deposited in the foreign-funded Chase Bank.

Well, saved it for a while.

Today, he doesn't plan to save it anymore.

At noon, Timofeev arrived at the Chase Bank headquarters on Bank Street in his newly purchased Mercedes-Benz S600, which had a customized telephone inside.

His business manager was a beautiful girl named Anastasia, with whom he slept more than once.

Timofeev did not feel that he had treated her unfairly. Anastasia obviously received a commission on every penny of his savings, which had already gone into her pocket.

Anastasia went to the bank door specially to greet him and invited her biggest client into her office. She knew that Timofeev was a gang leader. After all, in Russia, which had just left the planned economy, there were only a few categories of people who could have so much savings, such as the privileged class of officials' families. She just didn't know much about them.

In Anastasia's opinion, this was not important. She had already found out that Timofeev had no real intention of pursuing her, so the two of them only had a business relationship in banking, nothing more.

Anastasia poured a cup of fragrant Earl Grey coffee herself, handed it to Timofeev, and sat on his lap. There was no third person in the office. If Timofeev had a large amount of savings, Anastasia would not mind serving him immediately. The bank was in urgent need of rubles, and they held meetings every day to ask them to attract savings, and the commission was quite high. It was just a pity that she did not see Timofeev's men guarding the door with boxes of money in their hands.

Maybe next time, Anastasia thought, as long as he didn't come to withdraw money, it shouldn't be possible. During a break in the battle in bed, Timofeev once said that he could not spend all his income, and the remaining part could only be deposited in the bank.

Timofeev held the coffee cup in one hand and pushed Anastasia off his legs with the other, then pressed her head under him.

Anastasia smiled knowingly and followed his wishes.

When he finished his coffee, Timofeev looked at the beauty kneeling in front of him and said with a smile, "I came here to withdraw money today. All the money, take it all out."

Anastasia wiped her mouth: "???"

"What? There's something important that requires money. I'll save it when I have money later." Timofeyev said.

You, damn it, come here to withdraw money, and you want to withdraw all the money at once, and you want me to serve you? Anastasia was furious.

Timofeyev was her biggest client. If all her savings were withdrawn, it would have a huge impact on her income. She would definitely not be happy about that. However, her anger was mostly hidden in her heart. Only a little bit of it inevitably showed on her face due to her lack of shrewdness. She began to act coquettishly to Timofeyev, asking him not to withdraw so much at once and to leave some for later use.

In the past, Timofeyev might have agreed to her request.

But this time, there was only one sentence: "No."

Anastasia stood up from his lap, unhooking her arms from his neck, and stood in front of him, frowning, "You can't do this."

Timofeev asked in return: "What?"

"Just now!"

Timofeev smiled evilly and said, "If I remember correctly, you were the one who seduced me first. In the past six months, I have saved so much money with you. The commission is enough to buy an apartment. Do you know how much a woman of your appearance costs on the street nowadays? Don't take yourself too seriously."

Seeing him compare her to those streetwalkers, Anastasia became more and more angry. She could no longer control herself and said coldly, "The amount is too large. I'm afraid I can't withdraw it all at once."

Although she didn't want to provoke a gang leader, what would happen if she did?
Firstly, she comes from a family of officials; secondly, she doesn't even look at what kind of bank they are and who is behind them. Not to mention the boss behind their bank, even the CEOs who manage their bank are frequent visitors to the Kremlin.

"interesting."

Timofeev patted his butt and stood up from the soft leather sofa. He raised a finger, tapped her nose and said, "Take out all my savings in your bank and bring them to me, now, immediately."

Anastasia raised her eyebrows and said, "I told you, it's impossible to take it all at once..."

Snapped!
A loud and crisp slap.

Anastasia covered half of her face and looked at him with wide eyes. The anger in her eyes could no longer be suppressed. "Security! Security!"

The first to rush in were Timofeev's two personal bodyguards.

The bank's security personnel arrived shortly afterwards and verbally asked them to leave, but Timofeyev ignored them. The security personnel looked at his two bear-like bodyguards. Timofeyev was also very strong, but there was no further response.

The scene was embarrassing.

A bank manager arrived shortly after and after learning about the situation, he looked at Timofeev and said sternly, "Sir, hitting someone is wrong no matter what."

Timofeev retorted: "I want to take my money, but she won't let me take it, right?"

The bank manager pulled Anastasia, whose eyes were bloodshot, aside and whispered, "This guy is your big client, right? How much money does he want to withdraw?"

"All."

"How much is that?"

"Nearly ten million."

"Hmm? He is your biggest client, the leader of the underworld?"

Anastasia nodded.

The manager sighed. The bank is currently running short of ruble savings. Ten million is definitely not a small sum. The withdrawal business for ordinary customers can be handled for a long time. It is hard to say whether it has so much cash prepared today.

With this thought in mind, the manager ignored the beating and began to do Timofeyev's work with a smug look on his face.

However, it was of no use.

Feeling that the situation was about right, Timofeev went berserk and took the mobile phone from a bodyguard. He shouted while making a phone call and stormed out of the office towards the bank lobby. "Anton, bring some people over here. Damn, this is the first time I've encountered something like this. How dare you not give me my money... You tell me how many people you should bring. I'm going to block their bank!"

Angry voices echoed in the hall.

Both customers and bank staff looked in the direction of the voice, with different expressions.

Some people think that this guy is probably an idiot and is just bragging a lot.

Some people looked puzzled, wondering why they were not allowed to withdraw their money? Could they withdraw their money?

Some people are happy to watch the show and hope that the two sides will fight.

The bank lobby manager on duty felt a headache and when he saw the manager of the VIP department following Timofeev, he rushed over to find out what was going on.

“What a big customer.”

"You are in the lobby so you know better. Is there so much cash behind the counter now?"

"Ten million... I'm afraid I don't have that much." "So what should we do now?"

"For such a large withdrawal, you need to make an appointment in advance. Did he make an appointment in advance?"

"Maybe not."

"That's fine, we can get rid of him like this."

"Go and tell him that he is causing trouble in the lobby. You are in charge of the lobby."

"I……"

The lobby manager came to Timofeev and said with a smile that large withdrawals require advance reservations. If no reservation is made, the bank may not prepare so much cash and therefore cannot meet customer needs.

Timofeev held a black mobile phone with the antenna poking at his nose. "Don't tell me all this nonsense. Every time I deposit money in your bank, my account manager tells me to withdraw it whenever I need it..."

Timofeev's words were echoed by a few big customers who were watching. Their business managers also told them that big customers naturally have some special rights that are different from ordinary customers. Moreover, even for big customers like them, how much deposit can they have? Such a large multinational bank cannot redeem their deposits in time? If this is the case, this bank from the United States, which is said to have several capital tycoons behind it, is likely to have problems.

The lobby manager was at a loss, defeated, and after some discussion with the manager of the key account department, the two of them went to the bank to find another manager in charge of cash cashiers. After inquiring, they found out that the bank really did not have 10 million rubles in cash.

Anton and his men arrived quickly.

More than a dozen cars drove directly to the bank gate, blocking the door completely. Dozens of ferocious-looking men jumped out of the cars.

The commotion was quite big.

Even many passers-by outside the bank came over to watch.

Inside the bank, the top management was finally alarmed. After understanding the situation, they looked indifferent. Is this a big deal?

The person who came out was an American named William. He walked up to Timofeev with an interpreter and said indifferently: "We will give you every penny of your savings..."

"That's good." Timofeev made a gesture, and the younger brothers who gathered behind him, like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey, all took a step back.

This greatly disappointed those who were enjoying the show.

This gang leader is actually quite reasonable...

"Don't worry, I haven't finished what I want to say yet." William said, "After this, you have to give us an explanation for beating up our bank employee."

Timofeev licked his lips and asked with a smile: "What do you want to explain?"

"Take it one by one and we'll talk later." William still hadn't figured out who this man was. A clerk in a business department being beaten was not a big deal, but when it involved the name of Chase, it was a big deal.

"Okay." Timofeev looked amused.

William immediately asked the cashier manager who was waiting nearby to withdraw the money.

The manager of the cashier department called the manager of the key account department, took Timofeev's savings information, and calculated something on the spot. This was intentional because many customers were watching and credibility was the bank's backbone for survival.

As for Anastasia, she had already fled after seeing Timofeev call so many people in a few minutes. It was obvious that she had misjudged Timofeev's power. It could even be said that she did not understand anything about the underworld.

After some discussion, the cashier manager looked at Timofeev and quoted an amount of U.S. dollars to be converted from the latter's ruble savings according to today's exchange rate.

"Wait a minute." Timofeev interrupted him, frowning and asking, "Why are you giving me dollars? Did I say I wanted dollars?"

The cashier manager was surprised and asked, "Is the US dollar still not good?"

Timofeev shouted angrily, "What a bunch of idiots! The ruble has fallen so much against the dollar. When I first deposited money in your bank, the exchange rate was still in the single digits. Now it has fallen to 1:200. Converted into dollars, my money has decreased by more than a hundred times. I don't want it. I only want my rubles."

"But sir, looking at the current situation, the ruble will continue to fall tomorrow," the cashier manager advised.

"That's my business. You have to give me the same amount of rubles as I deposit with you, including interest," Timofeev insisted.

The cashier manager looked at William, who stared at Timofeev and frowned, saying, "You are being unreasonable."

"Am I being unreasonable?"

Timofeev seemed to have heard a big joke. He glanced at the other customers around him and said, "Come on, come on, everyone, give me some advice. Although I am a rough man, I am also reasonable. I deposited rubles in their bank, and the passbook I received also stated rubles. I only want rubles now, but they insisted on exchanging them for dollars. Who is being unreasonable?"

Customers were talking about it.

"You should give him rubles. That's what he deposited. Is there any problem with him coming here to withdraw rubles?"

"He doesn't want dollars, why do you have to exchange it for rubles?"

"He is right in this matter. Don't you foreign banks always advocate service first? Forcing customers to change their minds is not good service."

...

William was in a state of confusion, but his expression was well controlled, and he could not see any difference from before. He just couldn't understand why there were still people who wanted rubles instead of dollars?
After he whispered a few words in the ear of the cashier manager, the latter looked at Timofeev again and said with a smile: "I am very sorry, my distinguished guest, you are too rich and busy, and you didn't have time to inform the business manager in advance. In addition, our bank was also negligent. As everyone knows, we have been exchanging a large amount of securities recently, and our ruble savings have been greatly consumed, but we have plenty of US dollars! Can you make an exception and take out some rubles for you today, and we promise to give you the rest of the money in one go tomorrow."

Timofeev said in a deep voice: "But I'm in urgent need of this money today."

At this time, William interrupted and said, "Then please wait a moment, we will immediately transfer cash from other places."

Timofeev was a little speechless. He just couldn't use the ultimate move he was holding back. "Hurry up!"

Fortunately, this scene is about the right tempo, so we can move on to the next one.

Just follow Mr. Li's instructions.

William left with his men, and Timofeev's men were also asked to leave by the bank security personnel, leaving only two personal bodyguards and Anton, who were asked to sit in the guest lounge.

Timofeev and Anton chatted loudly. After all, they were just gangsters and believed that people here would not care whether they had good manners or not.

"Boss, why do you have to take rubles? Wouldn't it be better to exchange them into dollars? They are right. There is a 99% chance that the price will fall tomorrow. In fact, it has never risen." Anton tried his best to use his acting talent.

"What do you know? I have an expert to tell me that the ruble will rise sharply soon..."

The ears nearby all leaned over, and the expressions on people's faces were all "Is this possible?"
Timofeev talked eloquently: "You can see that I can't even withdraw money from such a big bank. This shows how scarce their rubles are. The expert said that if something is in short supply, its price will inevitably increase. This is called rare goods. The expert also said that if our people do not accept dollar exchange and only want rubles when withdrawing money, these foreign banks will be dumbfounded. They don't have so many rubles, what should they do? If they don't exchange, it will cause a crisis of trust, so they can only think of ways to do it. By then, the ruble exchange rate will definitely rebound and rise..."

Eh?
That makes sense!

The eyes of the people who were eavesdropping were bright.

(End of this chapter)