Chapter 1 — The Whole Bank Panic When 80 Billion Dollars Followed Me To Leave

Deputy Director Said I Didn't Have Official Transfer Status, I Left With 80 Billion Yuan Of The Whole Bank I worked as a contract employee at the bank for six years, the amount of customer deposits I managed amounted to 80 billion yuan. There is only one official transfer slot. In front of all employees, the deputy director said I did not have a degree, my Mandarin pronunciation was not correct, and I was not worthy. Then, she gave that job to her grandson who had only been working for three months. I don't argue. Also don't cause trouble. That evening, I made my first phone call to a client. Three days later, the deputy director knelt in front of me, cried and asked:

“What exactly do you want to come back?”

This number sounds light, but only I know how heavy it is. Two thousand one hundred and ninety days. Every day I am at the bank from seven thirty in the morning, cleaning the lobby, arranging documents, and pouring tea and water for VIP guests. Contract employee. There is no "fund" in insurance, there is no year-end bonus, even gift cards on holidays are always half less than regular employees. But I don't mind. Because in my hands I hold something— Relationships. For six years, I used the stupidest method. Each cup of tea was brought by hand. Each birthday is carefully remembered. Then making the bank's biggest customers only accept me, Tran Mac. Truong Kien Xuong, Chairman of Hong Xuong Group, deposit of 31.2 billion yuan. Ly Quoc Dong, the actual owner of Quoc Thinh Khong Nghiep, has deposits of 18.6 billion yuan. Chu Van, founder of Chu Thi Nong Muc, deposit of 14.7 billion yuan. Along with more than ten other small and medium-sized business owners, the total is more than ten billion yuan. The total exceeded 80 billion yuan. I have never mentioned these numbers to anyone. In the banking system, of course, there are records, but no one cares about the customer list that a contract employee is in charge of maintaining. In their eyes, those funds are just sitting in their accounts. They believe that it is the credit of the bank's brand and attractive interest rates. Today is the quarterly summary meeting. It's also the day I've been waiting for three years. The opportunity to officially transfer contract employees is only once a year. But this year, there is only one spot. There were more than ten people in the meeting room. I sat in the last row, next to the window. Deputy director Luu Phuong stood in front of the screen, flipping through PPT. Her voice was not loud, but every word was clear:

“This year's official transfer slot, after comprehensive consideration, was decided to be awarded to — Trieu Duong.”

I stopped. Trieu Duong. The young man just joined the job three months ago. Liu Fang's grandson. I still haven't mastered the transaction counter operations. Last week, I entered the customer's savings book incorrectly three times. The meeting room was silent for two seconds. A few longtime colleagues secretly glanced at me and then quickly looked away. I said nothing. As if he had predicted that I would not be convinced, Luu Phuong pushed up his glasses and proactively spoke up:

“Tran Mac, I know you might have an opinion.”

She looked at me, the corners of her lips carrying a smile looking down from above.

"But you must understand, official transfer has mandatory conditions. Education, you only graduated from college. Mandarin, you also have the local accent. Assessing general ability, you There is also no advantage.”

"Banking is an industry that directly contacts customers, image is very important."

Every word is telling me: You are not worthy. I heard my colleague next to me take a deep breath.

“Although Trieu Duong came late, he graduated from 985 university and has a banking practice certificate. Young people should be given a chance.”

Luu Phuong closed the file. His tone was light, as if he were discussing what was in the house for lunch today.

“You just wait, there's still a chance next year.”

Last year she said the same thing. Same thing the year before. It's been three years. One slot per year. Every year it's not my turn. The first year was given to a teller who regularly played mahjong with her. The second year, he gave it to a hall manager who had given her two cigarettes. Give it to her own grandchild. I stood up. All eyes were on me.

“Yes, Director Liu.”

I nodded. There was no anger on his face. There's also no self-pity.

“I understand.”

Then I turned around, pushed open the conference room door and walked out. Luu Phuong's voice rang out behind him, carrying a contented relaxation:

"This girl, Tran Mac, has a good personality, but her abilities are a bit lacking."

Someone joined in and laughed a few times. I walked to the end of the hallway and took my phone out of my pocket. Open contacts. Find the first name. Truong Kien Xuong. I looked at those three words for five seconds. Then press the call button. The phone rings two times and is connected. On the other end of the line, a deep voice rang out:

“Tieu Mac, why are you calling me at this hour?”

I leaned my back against the wall, speaking calmly:

“Uncle Truong, I have something to tell you.”

“Tell me.”

“I plan to leave the bank.”

The other end of the line was silent for three seconds.

“Since when?”

“The decision will be made today.”

“So where are you going?”

“Still undecided. The Credit Cooperative Bank on Kien Thiet Street next door always wants to invite me there.”

Another three seconds of silence. Then Truong Kien Xuong burst out laughing.

“Okay. Wherever you go, my money goes."