<h4>Chapter 1039: Chapter 911: Disguised Protection (Please subscribe!)</h4><h4></h4>


    "Take good care of your card and documents."


    Yang Cheng was preparing to go home.


    Suddenly, he saw five or six Chinese hurriedly walking in, each with a faint look of caution on their faces.


    Each of these Chinese carried a bag, big or small. One need not think about it, it was definitely not guns inside but money. This was a bank that handled deposit services, so it wasn’t strange for people toe in to deposit money.


    The main reason was that the US cards were not valuable.


    They took up too much space.


    With this bank around.


    Future deposits, remittances, and trade settlements could all be handled through this bank, and there was almost no need to visit other banks. Yang Cheng nned to withdraw money from other banks and deposit it here.


    Seeing these people.


    Yang Cheng’s neighbor, Lu Liang, hurriedly said, "Old Yang, let’s also go back and get some money. I just nned to transfer an amount to a domestic wholesaler too, as the payment term there is almost up.


    It is a bit of a pity that while we can withdraw money using domestic UnionPay cards here, we can’t deposit or transfer money to other domestic bank ounts. If that were possible, it would be so convenient."


    Facing Lu Liang’sints.


    Yang Cheng gently shook his head and smiled, "Of course. If you could use domestic UnionPay cards here, who would still get a Myanmar Bank card? This would turn into a domestic bank’s branch then. They absolutely needed to have restrictions. Allowing you to withdraw money is already not bad."


    Human desires are endless.


    That was the current situation with Lu Liang.


    But it was also human nature. People, when considering issues, certainly first consider from their own beneficial perspective. If domestic cards were really allowed unrestricted transfers and remittances, where would Myanmar Bank’s position be?


    "That’s true," Lu Liang nodded.


    Yang Cheng then reminded, "Right, don’t forget to bring enough tax documents, otherwise, you won’t be able to make transfers."


    "Of course."


    To prevent the transfer of illegal funds.


    Myanmar Bank had regtions.


    Depositing money in Myanmar Bank didn’t require verification of the legality of funds, and even inner c


    bank transfers in Mozambique didn’t require it.


    However, the part involving transfers to other countries’ banks did require a Mozambican tax list, because it detailed your ie, and only as much as the tax documents proved could be transferred out.


    This kind of oversight on cross-border funds.


    Actually wasn’t requested by Locke and his group but was initiated by Myanmar Bank themselves, eventually earning unanimous apuse from Locke and his group. The escape of illicit funds is intolerable in any country’s government.


    However, the bankers hold significant power.


    They pursue the idea of capital without borders, that funds can freely cross borders without limit. Even if it’s intolerable, they have to tolerate it.


    So.


    Globally, banks implementing such a system are rare; this self-imposed restriction is expressly requested by Tang Qing, mainly because Myanmar Bank’s international business is still in the initial phase and needs to establish a good ’reputation’.


    ...


    Half an hourter.


    The two men arrived at the bank entrance again.


    Looking around, Yang Cheng couldn’t help but flinch as many eyes were staring at him, all local Africans, gathered in groups around the bank entrance, chatting and asionally ncing over.


    "Old Yang, what are they nning to do?" Lu Liang felt uneasy about the situation.


    Yang Cheng took a deep breath and quickened his pace, "Hurry, it’s broad daylight, and we’re in the central district. They won’t rob us, but it’s probably because there are too many Chinese depositing money today, attracting their attention."


    "What should we do?" Lu Liang’s legs were trembling.


    "Deposit the money and then leave quickly." At that moment, Yang Cheng was somewhat relieved that the Mozambique branch of Myanmar Bank didn’t offer online transfer services; all transactions had to be done in person at the bank.


    Moreover, identity information had to be verified when withdrawing money.


    Using someone else’s card, you couldn’t withdraw funds.


    This meant that.


    Even in case of a robbery.


    It was impossible to transfer money online by extorting the bank card PIN or even to withdraw the money.


    This maximally protected the safety of the deposits.


    The two passed through the examination.


    They entered the bank and queued to process their transactions. To avoid drawing attention withrge sums of money, deposit services weren’t handled in the main hall but in anotherrger area behind the hall dedicated to high-value cash transactions.


    There were two sections here.


    One for non-locals.


    One for locals, out of sight from each other, mainly to prevent any scouting. One couldn’t be too hopeful about security here.


    Soon.


    After verifying the tax documents and identities,


    Yang Chengpleted his deposit.


    He exchanged arge stack of US cards for Asia Dors and then didn’t make any other moves. He originally nned to transfer it into his ICBC card, but this transaction couldn’t be handled here.


    Yang Cheng carefully thought it through,


    The value of the Asia Dor was stable.


    It seemed he wouldn’t lose holding on to it.


    Through some friends, the ’strength’ of Myanmar Bank had already spread throughout the local Chinesemunity; it was the strong currency that had directly resisted massive devaluation of the Myanmar Kyat. To this day, its value hadn’t ckened at all.


    Moreover, it has close cooperation with Huaxia Central Bank.


    Even if one didn’t trust Myanmar Bank, they had to trust Huaxia Central Bank.


    "Did you transfer the money back to your domestic bank card?"


    "No, did you?" Yang Cheng shook his head.


    At this point, Lu Liang smiled, "Neither did I. After sending the money home, I kept the rest in this card, the Asia Dors seem pretty good. By the way, have you seen the Asia Dors?"


    "No." Yang Cheng shook his head.


    "Let’s go buy a set," Lu Liang said, pulling Yang Cheng to another area of the bank, the investment and wealth management area. This ce wasn’t fully open yet. If he hadn’t asked a bank clerk earlier, he wouldn’t have known.


    Upon arriving,


    they saw each counter disying various kinds of hard assets.


    Gold bars.


    Bars of silver.


    And theplete set of collectible Asia Dors.


    They dared not purchase the first two items, fearing robbery, they were only interested in Asia Dors.


    Soon after.


    The two obtained a box.


    Inside were theplete set of Asia Dor currency, including both paper money and coins, however, each note bore the word "collectible", meaning this money couldn’t circte as "real" money.


    Besides the extra words, the money was genuine.


    The selling price was double the total value of the currency.


    Taking out a fifty Asia Dor note, Lu Liang felt the quality of the paper and discovered the anti-counterfeiting technology was incredibly advanced, moreplex even than that of RMB, "Exquisite, might be worth something in the future."


    "Maybe."


    The two left the bank.


    Those people were still there, asionally ncing at them, asionally at the bank.


    "Old Yang, they aren’t nning to rob the bank, are they?" Lu Liang quickened his pace.


    Yang Cheng was amused by this guess,ughing har-har, "Rob the bank? You’re thinking too much, all that ss is bulletproof, and can also be closed from the inside. If they were to rob, they should rob the cash transport vehicles."


    "Right, let’s hurry."


    The two hurriedly left.


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    ...


    That night.


    In a hidden building.


    Over thirty people gathered here, thergest underworld force in Maputo, with the boss sitting in the lead, and the second-inmand, Mobot, standing beside him, who was essentially in a butler-like role.


    Having just obtained this position.


    Mobot cherished it greatly, his eyes only for the boss’s approval.


    At that moment.


    Two shifty-looking people were pitching a ’project’ to the boss.


    "You want to rob a bank?"


    The boss narrowed his eyes, watching them like a venomous snake,


    "Yes, boss, there were a lot of people depositing money today, lots and lots of it." one of them said excitedly, spotting a golden opportunity after watching many American blockbusters.


    He felt his ’talent’ had found a ce to shine.


    "Alright, you two handle it." the boss said expressionlessly.


    "Don’t worry, we will handle it well."


    The two thought they had be the ’project managers’.


    Ecstatic about returning to make ’project ns’, strike it rich, and thereafter, living a life of luxury cars and beautiful women, being valued, reaching the pinnacle of life, and even perhaps usurping the boss.


    But just as they turned around.


    "Bang."


    "Bang."


    After two gunshots.


    The two meny on the ground.


    Silenced.


    The others were shocked.


    What was going on? They didn’t understand at all, many were so scared they nearly drew their guns, but upon reaching their waists, they remembered their guns had been taken at the door, recalling how their boss brutally came to power three months ago.


    Fear overwhelmed them.


    "Brainless fools, always causing trouble for me," the boss muttered, putting away his gun.


    Mobot stepped back, his face showing a sh of terror, stuttering, "Boss... why... why kill them, did they make a mistake?"


    "Think before you act, if you have no brain, what difference is there from a pig? Was I wrong to shoot two pigs? Think about it, this bank is protected by President Locke.


    The first day of attendance just finished, and you decide to stir trouble, what were you trying to do? Openly provoking the Mozambique government? Later, would you vent for Locke, or would I?"


    With a loud shout from the boss, they were snapped back to reality.


    "..."


    In the room.


    All were dead silent.


    Bowing their heads in thought.


    Indeed.


    Their minds had only been focused on the money.


    They had forgotten about President Locke of Mozambique; once they made a move, the consequences would be unpredictable.


    Then, the burly boss loudly warned, "To avoid misunderstandings, wait a month to understand their information before acting, use your brains, brains, got it? Meanwhile, keep a good watch.


    Our ’sheep’ can’t be led away by others, these roaming guys aren’t to be trusted; if they think of touching our ’sheep’, I think you know what to do, don’t disgrace me."


    "Understood, boss, we’ll definitely keep a good watch on this sheep, no one canpete with us," Mobot assured, thumping his chest.


    "Hmm, Mobot, you’re smart, you have potential, remember, know yourself, know your opponent, understand the situation, then proceed." the boss encouraged, patting Mobot on the shoulder.


    "Yes, boss, I will remember."


    Mobot was delighted by the praise, feeling everything the boss said was so reasonable.


    After the boss left.


    Mobot straightened up.


    His demeanor drastically shifted from the earlier subservient image to a loud authoritative shout; "Listen up, everyone, this sheep is ours, it must not be snatched by others, if someone dares steal, deal with them."


    "Yes.."


    Just like that.


    The conflict dissipated into nothingness.