As Long As the Money Is Right, I Can Sell It Myself Too

"Here's your money. Please take good care of it."

Inside the bank, the teller girl laid out all the cash a customer had requested to withdraw on the counter and thoughtfully provided him with an envelope to hold it.

The customer wasn't withdrawing much—just two thousand one hundred yuan and some loose change. One envelope was more than enough.

He counted the money twice at the counter before finally showing a relieved smile. After saying goodbye to the teller girl, he left.

The next customer walked up to the counter, and the girl put on a smile and repeated the words that had practically become instinctive, just as she had before.

What struck her as slightly strange was that this woman, who looked to be around fifty, had also come to withdraw money—and wanted to withdraw everything in her account.

She sensed something unusual, but the feeling came and went quickly. She was working and had no time to think about it, so she began serving the woman.

A few minutes later, five thousand yuan in cash sat neatly on the counter. After counting the money, the female customer muttered something under her breath and left with it.

Before the next customer arrived, the teller girl glanced toward the other counters. She was somewhat bewildered, because every window seemed to be handling withdrawals.

The next customer arrived, forcing her to turn her attention back to her own work. After glancing at the long line, she realized she had no time to think about it at all.

This was happening not only at the Imperial Royal Bank, but at every bank in the imperial capital and the surrounding cities—and it was rapidly spreading to other places at a speed people could not understand.

The "little secret" circulating among the masses was