Chapter 1113: Reimbursement

"John, can you help me?" Tan Zhenhua picked up the phone and called Citibank CEO John. Reid.
There was a hearty laughter on the phone: "Eric, this is really rare. You would actually speak to me. I thought I would never be able to do your business in my life, even though I gave you a Zhang Citibank Chairman Card. Mellon’s food is too ugly—let’s say, how much do you want to borrow? I can give it to you today within 1 billion."
"It seems that my credit is good, um, John, I will seriously consider opening an account in your bank." Tan Zhenhua smiled and teased: "But today I asked you not to borrow money, but to Let you help me monitor an account."
Obviously hesitated on the other end of the phone, and after a while, John was heard again. Reed's voice: "Eric, has anyone offended you?"
"Yes, there is a little guy who makes me unhappy, so I am going to teach him a little lesson."
The receiver became quiet again. Obviously, the opposite person was very embarrassed by Tan Zhenhua's request.
After a while, John. Reid spoke again: "Eric, with the relationship between the two of us, I should help you. However, your request makes me very embarrassed because it obviously violates the principles of our bank. A user has solemnly promised to protect the security of his private account and information. Eric, you can imagine that if your private account information in our bank is requested by someone in the future, what do you want us to do... So, Eric, I’m sorry, I can’t agree to your request."
"Mr. Reid is really a principled person." Tan Zhenhua complimented: "This has increased my confidence in your Citibank. It seems that tomorrow I can send someone to discuss the establishment of a company settlement with you. The account matter."
The person on the other side of the phone was obviously relieved. He obviously thought that Tan Zhenhua said that just now, he was just doing a small test on him. Although this test made him very unhappy, Citibank is not a small bank, so The big sign hasn't reassure the little rich man, it's too embarrassing for him, but in the face of the dollar, all this is nothing at all.
Rich people, who doesn't have any quirks?
We are in the financial services industry, and the customer is God. As for this little rich man who has too much money to count, how many zeros are in the suffix, well, even if he wants to be a god, he can do it.
"Welcome, Eric, you'd better come here in person. We haven't seen each other for a long time. I can buy you a drink." John. Reid's voice was full of affection, as if he was really an old friend of Tan Zhenhua for many years.
"But John, I'm afraid I have to insist on what I just asked." Tan Zhenhua said, "Well, I have to explain. I did this not only to catch a thief who stole something from me, but also to Citibank’s security considerations."
"Eric, I am afraid I have to point out some of your mistakes. Our Citibank is in the United States. Oh, no, it is one of the safest banks in the world. You don’t need to doubt our security measures at all. You deposit in our bank. All of his assets will be protected with the most appropriate protection, and no one can get a bit of it!"
John. Reid said this in a very firm tone. Tan Zhenhua seemed to have seen this flushed face and angrily - no matter who it was, the company that was questioned about his management would be unbearable.
The clay figurine still has three points of anger, let alone the CEO of such a world-famous bank.
But what Tan Zhenhua wants is this effect, um, no, he thinks that this level is not enough, and he has to put some oil on it to make this person's anger a bit more prosperous, so he deliberately said in a disdainful tone: "Really? John, why don't I think so? I think it's easy to steal something from Citibank, for example, $39,998."
"Eric, please stop talking. If you say so, I will think you are insulting me and my bank." John. Reid was clearly on the verge of an explosion.
"John, what I said is true, do you want to make a bet with me?"
"Hehe, okay, Eric, I accept your challenge. If you can steal $39,998 from our Citibank, I will not only promise you the condition just now, but also give you the $39,998."
John. Reid was already out of anger. He sneered and asked, "But Eric, what should you do if you can't do it? You don't want to set a meaningless time?"
"If I can't do it, I'll lose you 39998 dollars. Tan Zhenhua smiled and replied: "And you don't have to worry that I will cheat on the issue of time-well, that's good, in order to avoid you In this entanglement, it is better to set the time frame now. "
"Okay, you said, I hope you don't make a ten-year appointment." John. Reid felt that his anger could no longer be suppressed, and he almost gritted his teeth and hummed this sentence.
"Ten years? Oh? No, John, I don't even need ten minutes. Well, from now on, you will take ten seconds, ten, nine, eight, seven..."
While counting, he squeezed his eyes at McGregor, who had done all the preparations, and made an execution gesture. McGregor rubbed his hands excitedly, and then hit the enter key.
A series of code symbols flashed on the computer screen, and then there was a "ding" sound from the speaker, and McGregor screamed triumphantly: "Aha! $39,998 has already arrived in my account. It's too simple. , That’s great, boss, thank you for reimbursing me!"
Tan Zhenhua smiled and made an "OK" gesture at him, and then said to the telephone receiver: "John, did you hear that? I have already paid the money. Now, you need to cash out other bets."
"How do I know if you are acting with others to lie to me..." Although there is a premonition that something will happen, but before it can be confirmed, John. Reid's mouth is still very hard.
It's a pity that it can only be hard until now, because the next moment, the door of his office was hurriedly pushed open, and an executive of the bank's IT department rushed in anxiously, yelling recklessly: " Mr. John, it’s not good. Just now there was a certain amount of money missing from our account. We can’t find out how the money was lost, and we can’t track the whereabouts of the money.

John. Reid's lips trembled involuntarily, and asked in a trembling voice, "How much money was lost?"
"$39,998."