The metamorphosis of a bank president. Order, power, and humanity are like early spring in the south of the Yangtze River: the drizzle moistens things, the grass looks at it from afar, and suddenly looks back. What is the meaning of life?
Human nature emasculated by desire
Night talk with several prisoners in their cells.
Medium in the middle
The merit is like smoke, and the guilt is borne by yourself
An oral account of the metamorphosis of a bank president.
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Shao Dingjun: 47 years old, male, born in Gansu, ancestral home in Shijiazhuang, Hebei. Medium height, broad-shouldered square face, **fair, beard. Speak slowly, and the words are straight and round;After talking too much, he blushed as if he had drunk wine. When he mentioned that his father, who was in his 80s, braved the wind and snow to deliver something to him, his eyes were wet and he wanted to speak.
He graduated from Changchun Financial Cadre Management College and was the president of a county bank before his arrest.
He was convicted of financial fraud (about 20 million) and was sentenced to a suspended death sentence in the first instance.
When I graduated from high school, my father was already a leading cadre, but he was strict with his children. So, like millions of high school graduates, I went to the countryside to join the queue. In fact, although we are a county seat, it is similar to the countryside, and many of our classmates are children of farmers. But there is an essential difference between educated youth and working people.
A few years later, my father was transferred to the province, and as a child of the banking system, I was naturally recruited to work in the bank. At that time, I was not alone.
My father participated in the revolution in 45 years, served as a soldier, and came to the northwest with the army. He was engaged in reconnaissance during the war and also did underground work. So, be careful and rigorous all your life. For our children, it is especially strict.
As a leader, he didn't have time to take care of me, but instead assigned me to a subordinate savings bank in one of the most remote counties in the province. Although I didn't dare to hate my father, I still complained about it, but I never expressed it. Even when he passed away, I didn't reveal this thought in front of my lover and children.
In China, the tradition of respecting the elderly and loving the young is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. No matter what the elders do, it will not be your children's turn to judge. Moreover, my father has always considered himself selfless and proud of my affairs.
There was a popular saying among state cadres in the great northwest: dedicate one's youth to one's life, and dedicate one's life to one's children and grandchildren.
But I thought: If you can't put your ideals on others, then you shouldn't impose them on your own sons and grandsons.
This kind of example is undoubtedly a moral kidnapping with blood relations, and it is to deprive children of their right to live by relying on the authority of their elders. Our parents gave us life, but we are, after all, another separate living being.
At that time, I was the son of a cadre who had lost the right to live, no different from the personal slave of the aristocracy.
I couldn't wait to interrupt him: "If you are a slave, you will not enter the banking system and become a state cadre!".Your dad also took care of you in disguise, didn't people do underground work, and they are familiar with ...... roadOther educated youth, at the end, can be smoked to be a worker or something, even if it is burning high incense").
The place where I work is the famous first bend of the Yellow River, at the junction of three provinces, with Qinghai on the other side of the Yellow River and Sichuan on the east. The Yellow River flows from Qinghai into Gansu, eastward to Sichuan, and then turns north at a place called Baihe Bridge and enters Gansu again. The location of the township where our savings is located is 127 kilometers away from the county seat, there is no road, and the main means of transportation is horses. At an altitude of 3,900 meters, the maximum temperature in winter is also minus ten degrees.
Our savings bank is one of the most remote and difficult in the province. Since this is a Tibetan area, and I have to deal directly with the most basic Tibetan herders, I quickly learned Tibetan.
At that time, going home to visit relatives was both a desire and a headache. Although the distance is not too far, a total of only more than 700 kilometers, but it takes more than ten days to toss on the way.
From the township to the county, ride a horse for two days;From the county to the region, although you take the shuttle, you have to wander for two days;From the area to my house, it will take a day at the earliest. However, the problem is not such a simple addition and subtraction, the most difficult thing is to buy a ticket.
At the end of the year, there are many people and few cars, which belongs to the Spring Festival transportation that is not a railway. If you're lucky, you'll be happier to get a ticket within three days than for the New Year.
Once, I waited for 7 days in Linxia on the way, which was really terrible!
I just started working as a correspondent. Although it is a bank, it can be managed like a military, and the surrounding environment is complicated. It is said that in 62, the Tibetans here were instigated by the remnants of Ma Bufang's troops to rebel, and some sporadic bandits who were not exterminated resisted stubbornly at the junction of the three provinces until 67.
That year, they attacked three townships in a row (one in each of the three provinces of Ganchuan, Qing), mainly to grab horses.
At that time, the means of transportation for the township cadres was horses, 2-3 per person. One year, a plane came from Taiwan and planted it in a depression in the grassland. As I rode by, I saw the plane rusty, with a pestle in the swamp and a tail cocked high.
A communicator is similar to a handyman, but it sounds better. Everything in everyone's life is served by me. From sweeping the floor and boiling water to brushing pots and washing dishes, which are dirty and tired, and which ones no one does, that's mine. Every day, I have to write hundreds of letters.
Cadres at the county and township levels praised me as soon as they met: I write well!Can it be bad, just that kind of Venus fountain pen, enough to use it badly.
Seven, eight!There are two or three thousand codes for the National UnionPay, and a thick book. I had to memorize it. Otherwise, it will be too late to check it when writing the letter. Besides, there's so much chores waiting for you.
This time, everyone praised me for my good memory, which really made people laugh and cry. That messenger errand was the worst job I've ever seen. Not to mention that no one has done it now, even at that time, I did it for a while, and I also threw it down and ran away once.
I ran to Lanzhou, planning to do construction. When we cut in line, we went into the city to do side jobs and covered many buildings. Although the work was also arduous and bumping into each other, it was like heaven and earth compared to the work of the township savings office.
Unexpectedly, my father was waiting for rabbits at the Lanzhou bus station. As soon as I arrived, I was immediately arrested, and my family was not allowed to enter, so I was sent back on the spot, as if I were escorting a prisoner.
To do this, people are veterans and professional counterparts.
In fact, like us who are bankers, we have been tired of hearing about the bank's business since we were children at the bedside dinner table. In addition, tossing back and forth in the county and township small lines, those heavy chicken bits and pieces were familiar with it in a few days.
A man I know who works in a provincial town. The first year I saw him do statistics, and a few years later, he was still doing statistics. I was amazed:
You're still doing addition and subtraction, kids can do it!”
When I got married, I was 29 years old. It's not that we don't have women around us, so we can't find them. The worst thing is to find a Tibetan girl, it's not a grassland full of you can choose.
You really don't know that Tibetans are generally good-looking, with burly men and tall women, and their facial bones are particularly three-dimensional.
Especially those young girls, most of them have melon seed faces, broad foreheads, big eyes, straight noses, thin mouths, and a mouthful of pearl-like snow-white teeth.
They are not like us Han people, who are preoccupied all day long, and they seem to have been born to ponder the major events of liberating all mankind.
They are not talented, lively and cheerful, can sing and dance, and are like Gesang flowers in spring wherever they go, open to you and smile at you.
At that time. The cadres of the county, except for those who do not have ** and Taiwanese, have cadres from other provinces. In the era of planned economy, it is completely subordinate to the organization and distribution, and you are in charge of the ends of the world. We have offices, schools, hospitals, shops, posts and telecommunications ......Although the sparrow is small, it has complete internal organs. What kind of units and occupations do big cities have, there are many in our county.
However, everyone is eager to call up that remote and backward ghost place. For this, I don't dare to find a partner. At that time, there were more men and women among the cadres, and they basically had this idea. Even if I talked about the partner, I insisted on not getting married.
Whoever wants to start a family there will definitely be completely rooted, and it is difficult to say whether the grandchildren can come out or not.
The best years of our lives were there. But what is sad is that later, except for one or two monuments to the Red Army, there was no trace of our working cadres, not the slightest.
In the 60s of the last century, there was a Han doctor in the Tibetan area there, named Li Gong, who went to Lanzhou. He is very dedicated to treating the local herdsmen, and when a patient needs a transplant, he took a piece of skin and flesh from his thigh and transplanted it to others.
Later, he fell into the water and died on the way to the doctor. At that time, whether it was a martyr or not, I don't know. At least, it was a sacrifice in the line of duty. Because, the old workers in the industry have mentioned this more than once. When I was cleaning the storeroom, I also read about this man in old newspapers. Now, who still knows that there is such a person as Li Gong in the world?As for us, not to mention.
Perhaps, we are not qualified enough, we did not spill our blood on the steppe, we did not throw our lives in the swamp. However, we have also left our precious youth there, and it is also impossible to buy it with blood and life!
Later, my father was no longer able to do so, and he was anxious to hold his grandson. Besides, I'm also holding my younger siblings like this.
Our ancestral customs, older brothers and sisters are not married, younger brothers and sisters have to wait, even if they wait.
Forty or fifty years old. My father revolutionized all his life, but in the end, he didn't even get rid of such a little bit of old customs.
To be continued
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