"yes!"

"What, converting to cash storage, and asking about interest rates?"

"Master, how do you answer this? We don't know the storage interest rate of Citibank?" Ono was anxious.

"I don't know, call me and ask me. There is also a Citibank office in Nanjing. Our financial experts should know, hurry, hurry..."

Sweat beads rolled down on Ikeda's forehead. He understood a little. The opponent's cunning point was that they had determined the check just now, so they didn't leave enough time to respond. Now the other party suddenly asked about the interest rate, which caught him off guard. If it was really the headquarters of Citibank in Shanghai, it would be easy to answer.

Because this is their business, but they don't know.

Time passed by minute by minute, but the interest rate of Citibank has not yet been accurate.

Customers with large deposits have higher interest rates than ordinary retail investors, and banks will also give in. They are generally internal secrets of the bank and will not be disclosed to the public easily.

Citibank is an American bank. Japan's relationship with the United States is now in a tense and sensitive stage. It obviously takes a certain amount of time to investigate other people's business secrets through special channels.

Of course, Japan has never given up spying on US affairs and economic information, so this is not a secret.

But even if it is not a secret, it is not something that Ikeda and others can know at will, and it takes time.

Yasha's difficulty made Masao Ikeda feel deeply frustrated. The opponent hit his own seven inches almost every move, leaving him unable to hide.

Half an hour later, Citibank finally got the interest rate.

"In half an hour, their efficiency is quite fast. The Japanese have long been no longer kind to the Americans." Leng Feng couldn't help but sneer when he got the interest rate.

"Boss, are you calling back?"

"Switch off the radio, remove the dry battery, and prepare to evacuate!" Leng Feng ordered.

"Boss, where are we going?"

"North of the city, Guanyin Lane!"

"Boss, where are we going?" Li Xiaogang said in confusion.

"Clean the portal!" Leng Feng smiled coldly. The Military Control Commission Nanjing Station was really a group of mobs. No wonder the Japanese army had done nothing after occupying Nanjing. What was even more, they secretly colluded with the Japanese and became shameful traitors.

The invaders deserve to die, but those who help the invaders harm their compatriots and relatives should be cut into pieces! (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!