Starting from 1950

"I can make the decision. There are no adults in my family. This is my work ID." Su Yang was already used to this kind of thing.

When he and Wu Xinxue first came to Shenzhou, because he hadn't grown tall yet, he would be questioned by the sales clerks whenever he went to buy things with large bills, and Wu Xinxue would often laugh at him for it.

He's quite tall now, but his face still doesn't look like an adult at all.

The bank staff looked at Su Yang's youthful face with serious expressions and scrutinizing eyes.

She held Su Yang's "Pest Control Officer, Security Department, Limin Flour Factory" work badge in her hand, her brows furrowed slightly, clearly suspicious that a teenager was handling such a large transaction alone.

"Young comrade, this..." She hesitated, her gaze darting back and forth between the work ID and Su Yang himself.

"Comrade, you're so ignorant!" A middle-aged man in a railway uniform, his face red from the cold, couldn't help but speak up from behind Su Yang. His voice was loud and clear. "This is Su Yang, our famous 'Little Rat Extermination Hero' from Tiexi District! He's from Limin Flour Factory! His skills are so good, one man is worth an entire workshop! And his salary is much higher!"

"That's right!" A middle-aged woman carrying a shopping basket chimed in, her eyes full of admiration. "Comrade Xiao Su used to work with the Limin Noodle Factory in the square, organizing everyone to cook noodles for the front lines! Their factory's support efforts were even reported in the newspapers; he's a true hero!"

"Yes! We all know Teacher Su! I heard he's still shooting down planes on the battlefield!"

Several more voices chimed in, and a burst of good-natured laughter and discussion arose in the group.

Many people have heard the rumors about Su Yang masturbating over the past month, but most people haven't taken them seriously, thinking it must be just hearsay.

Several people who spoke up for him were clearly those who had attended Su Yang's rat extermination training course.

Unfortunately, Su Yang had taught too many people, so he didn't remember them much.

"Thank you, ladies, aunts, uncles, and brothers!" he said, bowing to those around him.

The bank employee was taken aback by the sudden appearance of this "public proof," and an older male colleague next to her quickly whispered something to her.

"Ah...it's Comrade Su! My apologies!" She quickly handed her work ID back to Su Yang with both hands, her tone becoming extremely polite. "I'm so sorry, I was just transferred here from Chuncheng a few days ago. How much money do you plan to donate to support the front lines? I'll process it for you right away!"

Seeing that Su Yang had such a strong following, she dared not underestimate him because of his age and deliberately used the respectful form of address "you" (您).

Su Yang spoke succinctly, handing over the bankbook he had been clutching, flipping to the balance page, "Keep the small change, donate the rest!"

"How much?!" The staff member thought he had misheard and asked instinctively.

"You mean you keep the small change and donate the bulk? Are you sure you didn't get it backwards?"

Su Yang nodded firmly and said, "That's right, donate twelve million, and keep the remaining thirty-five thousand for me."

Twelve million!

The air around them seemed to freeze for a moment, and everyone's eyes were focused on Su Yang.

Twelve million yuan! At the end of 1950, this was undoubtedly an astronomical figure.

An ordinary worker's monthly salary is only two or three hundred thousand yuan. This 12 million yuan is equivalent to a worker working for forty or fifty years without eating or drinking!

Even knowing that Su Yang was a "rat extermination expert" with a high salary, the fact that he could come up with so much money all at once still exceeded everyone's expectations.

A chorus of suppressed gasps and gasps of surprise erupted from the queue.

"My God! Ten million!"

"Comrade Xiao Su... this... isn't this too much?"

"Well done! That's real generosity!"

Some people who were not very familiar with Su Yang learned about his rat extermination achievements from snippets of conversation among the people around them.

These days, rats are a major enemy of factories, and many organizations offer rewards for their extermination.

Those skilled in calculation had already silently calculated Su Yang's net worth in their minds.

If anyone had felt a little jealous of Su Yang just now, now all that remains is admiration.

The staff member's hands trembled slightly as they looked at the balance clearly written in pen: One Thousand Two Million Three Hundred and Fifty Thousand Yuan and Seven Thousand Yuan.

She looked up and asked Su Yang again, "Comrade Su, are you sure... you want to donate twelve million? This... this is almost all your savings!"

"Confirmed." Su Yang nodded, his gaze sweeping over the ordinary citizens around him who were wearing patched cotton-padded coats and clutching tens of thousands of yuan or a few silver dollars to donate.

He knew that many people had donated all their savings, but they didn't have much savings to begin with, so it didn't attract much attention.

Therefore, he didn't think there was anything remarkable about donating 12 million.

"Our comrades on the front lines are bleeding and fighting desperately; they need it. I've seen it on the battlefield, and I know what they lack. This money can buy a lot of fried noodles, a lot of medicine, and a lot of cotton-padded clothes." His voice was not loud, but carried a heaviness beyond his years.

The staff member was filled with respect and dared not be negligent in the slightest. He solemnly accepted the passbook: "Good! Good! Comrade Xiao Su, on behalf of the soldiers on the front lines and on behalf of the country, I thank you!"

She quickly began processing the paperwork, her lips trembling slightly with excitement.

These days, bank passbooks don't have passwords; they only show the amount.

The account holder's name is kept confidential. For small withdrawals of 100,000 or 200,000, the bank will process the withdrawal as long as the account holder's name is mentioned in the passbook.

Large withdrawals require the account holder's signature, fingerprint, and personal seal.

When the receipt, which read "Patriotic Donation of RMB 12 Million for Anti-Meditation and Aid to the People's Liberation Army" and bore a bright red official seal, was handed to Su Yang, the entire bank entrance erupted in enthusiastic applause!

The crowd in line spontaneously applauded, their eyes fixed intently on the short but heroic young man.

"Good lad! You've brought honor to our Tiexi District!"

"Comrade Xiao Su, well done!"

"These are the good young people of the new era!"

Su Yang was taken aback by the sudden applause and praise. He subconsciously tried to pull down his hat brim, only to realize that he was wearing a cotton hat, not a military cap.

He tucked the donation receipt into his pocket, bowed slightly to the staff and the surrounding crowd, muttered "It's my duty," and then pushed his bicycle away from the bank entrance.

......

Su Yang didn't regret impulsively donating all of his and Wu Xinxue's savings.

The original plan to indulge in a feast and have a good time fell through, and the remaining 350,000 yuan had to be kept for emergencies.

Su Yang rode his bicycle back to Limin Flour Factory.

Like other organizations, a brand-new banner hung at the entrance: "Learn from the heroes, boost production, and fully support the front lines!"

As soon as Yu Feng saw him, his eyes widened and he suddenly jumped out of the guardhouse.

"Su Yang! Oh my! My little darling! You're finally back!"

Yu Feng excitedly grabbed Su Yang's bicycle handlebars, looking him up and down. "You've lost weight! And you look more energetic! Come in, come in! While you were gone, our section chief was talking about you every day! If you hadn't come back, the section chief and the factory manager would have skinned me alive!"

Yu Feng had a loud voice, and his shouts drew all the guards who were on duty nearby or resting inside the building.