When the group returned to the branch of Tongbao Bank, they saw a crowd of people at the door and a lot of discussion.

The deputy shopkeeper stopped, turned to Zhao Rang and asked:

"Mr. Zhao, look at this..."

Zhao Rang frowned, looked at the crowd gathering at the door, and said:

"Go and see what they are going to do first."

In fact, you don’t need to ask to know.

What else can people do who are gathered at the door of the bank? It’s just depositing money, withdrawing money, or even borrowing money.

The deputy shopkeeper nodded in agreement and walked away first. He was still wearing the uniform of Tongbao Bank's clerk. When everyone saw him walking this way, they gathered around and started talking.

After communicating for a while, the noise gradually stopped. The deputy shopkeeper came back and said to Zhao Rang:

"Mr. Zhao, they are all here to withdraw money."

Zhao Rang asked:

"Is there any special day? Why do we have to gather together to withdraw money?"

The deputy shopkeeper replied:

"Yes, there is a big festival for them in three days, so we all came to get money to prepare."

As for what this festival is, the deputy shopkeeper can't tell clearly. Anyway, chickens and sheep are slaughtered, which is extremely lively, almost equivalent to the New Year of Dawei people.

The clerks in Tongbao Bank basically stay inside the bank on weekdays and rarely come out. Even on holidays, they buy food and wine from outside restaurants and restaurants and eat and drink in the bank. Therefore, they have little respect for some traditions of the Western Regions people.

Understanding is limited to bank business dealings.

Zhao Rang sighed and felt a little headache. Now the inside of the bank is in a mess. It is absolutely not possible to open for business rashly before it is dealt with properly. But when encountering such a thing, if you can't come up with a way to get the best of both worlds and handle it properly, you will have to deal with it properly.

The subsequent impact of this semicolon is huge, and it can even overturn the reputation that has been built up with great difficulty over the past few years overnight.

As a last resort, Zhao Rang looked at Ximen Dazhuang. Although his mind was slow, after all, his surname was Ximen, and he had been influenced by it since he was a child, so he might be able to come up with a good idea.

Seeing Zhao Rang's questioning look, Ximen Dazhuang said very casually:

"If you want to withdraw money, why not just pay it to them!"

Zhao Rang asked:

"Isn't it impossible to open the door? I don't know how to pay them yet..."

Ximen Dazhuang frowned in an extremely rare way and said:

"Brother Rang, why do you have to open the door for money?"

This time, Zhao was given over to Wenmeng.

When people come to withdraw money, they don't go to the counter, take out the letter, sign and pledge it, so how should they withdraw it?

Just listen to Ximen Dazhuang continue to say:

"People can't go in, but the money can come out! It's not like the money is rooted in the warehouse and can't be moved. But if it can't be moved, don't come and get it. You can't take it away anyway."

These words suddenly opened a gap in Zhao Rang's mind. It seemed vaguely that something was about to burst out, but it was just a little bit off and difficult to understand. He quickly urged:

"Go on!"

Ximen Dazhuang opened his eyes wide and said:

"I'm done, brother Rang, what else do you want me to say?"

Zhao Rang urged anxiously:

"How do you get the money out?"

Ximen Dazhuang suddenly laughed.

This was the first time that he felt that he was smarter than Zhao Rang.

After laughing for a while, he even shook the hunchback he was holding awake, and then continued:

"Set a table at the door, ask more guards to come out and look at it, and then ask the clerks to take out the account books and money. Isn't that what I paid for?"

"When Tongbao Bank was first established, in order to attract people to save money, they also used this method. For some remote places, they simply had their clerks and guards come to provide services. And they are ordinary civilians, not big high-rollers at all!"

Zhao Rang also laughed after hearing this.

He felt that being laughed at by Ximen Dazhuang this time was not a loss at all.

Such a simple truth, he had never thought of it just now!

Sometimes once people fall into a certain misunderstanding, they often go all the way to the dark side without any flexibility.

"This time you picked your last name quite right!"

After Zhao Rang finished speaking, he asked the deputy shopkeeper to handle it according to Ximen Dazhuang's method. They went around to the side of the bank and entered through the corner door across the courtyard.

The deputy shopkeeper arranged for two clever waiters to come and serve.

"Go, bring a table! A long table!"

Ximen Dazhuang ordered.

The two guys had seen him and Zhao Rang's thunderous methods in the past few days, and both of them were so submissive that they wanted to shrink their heads into their stomachs.

At this moment, after hearing Ximen Dazhuang's order, he immediately rushed into the house and began to move the table with a bang.

As a result, halfway through the lift, the table legs were blocked by the threshold, making it impossible to get out. In addition, the two men were thin and weak, so they quickly exhausted their strength. They were panting heavily, but they did not dare to let go, and they continued to work hard.

The tossing.

"Do you know why you can't make a fortune and can only be a buddy?"

Ximen Dazhuang's abrupt words made the two waiters unable to react.

One of them asked stupidly:

"Why?"

Ximen Dazhuang pointed to the table and said:

"If this were a basket of silver, you wouldn't be able to move it, so you deserve not to make a fortune!"

After saying that, he tucked the hunchback under his arm, put his other hand under the table, lifted it flat, and then lifted it over the threshold and placed it firmly in the center of the yard.

"Go and find a rope. You won't be able to lift it this time, right?"

The two guys said in succession:

"You can carry it! You can carry it! If you are young, go get the rope, the thickest and strongest one!"

Ximen Dazhuang snorted, raised his arms, and the hunchback he held under his arm fell to the table with a "plop".

The hunchback groaned as he was thrown. He opened his eyes slightly and saw Ximen Dazhuang's slap as big as a cattail leaf coming towards him again. He immediately opened his voice and wailed:

"Stop hitting me on the head! Stop hitting me on the head!"

Ximen Dazhuang replied in surprise:

"Who's going to hit you on the head and knock you unconscious again, how can I ask you questions?"

He originally wanted to hold down the hunchback's chest to prevent him from running away before the rope came. But now it seems that there is no need. The two slaps previously scared him to death, and now he is lying on the table.

I dare not move even if I move up.

"Brother Rang, this old bastard is an honest man. Just ask him if you want anything."

After Ximen Dazhuang finished speaking, he found that Zhao Rang was not next to him. He turned around to look, but saw Yuan Kexin and Ye Sanniang walking out of the house.

"Have you seen Brother Rang?"

Both girls were sleepy-eyed. After stretching, they pointed behind Ximen Da Zhuang.

Only then did Ximen Dazhuang see that Zhao Rang had found a shovel from nowhere and was digging hard in the open space in the corner of the yard.

Before he could ask clearly, the two waiters came back with the body.

This rope is indeed very thick.

It's as thick as a baby's arm!

Of course, such a thick rope is also very strong, so Ximen Dazhuang praised these two guys and thought they did a good job.

The hunchback on the desk was so heartbroken that he would not escape regardless of whether there was a rope or not.

The most terrifying thing for a person is to die.

At this moment, the hunchback has accepted his fate and can see the end at a glance. He is just regretting why he had to...

Before he could finish recalling it, Zhao Rang stopped moving.

He used a shovel to dig out a body from the pit, which was Xiaolan's.

At that time, Deputy Shopkeeper Zhao Rangming sold it on the spot, leaving only the two knives outside. Now he dug them out again, not knowing why.

When Ximen Dazhuang saw Zhao Rang digging out the dead man again, he felt a little cramped in his calf.

In order to be brave, he deliberately raised his voice and said to the two waiters:
To be continued...