"Director, perhaps we should produce more yuan coins tonight. Maybe this will help us hold out," Song Zilang sugirió.
"That might work; I'll contact the mint to start production immediately," Song Ziwén dijo.
Al día siguiente al amanecer, la multitud había vuelto a reunirse en el banco, empujándose para retirar sus ahorros. Los grandes depositantes se habían preparado desde temprano y los primeros en la fila eran comerciantes con altas cantidades de ahorros.
"Director, we are out of stock," a las diez de la mañana, un empleado del depósito encontró a Song Zilang.
"What! How fast?" Song Zilang preguntó sorprendido.
"We noticed today was very strange; the first ones were merchants. They extracted huge amounts so that...," el gerente dijo.
"Are you blind? Can't they take less!" Song Zilang gritó.
"The Director, please think of a solution quickly or chaos will ensue soon," el gerente dijo.
"Our bank is broke; we can’t give money to the people anymore," justo entonces, una voz potente resonó en la sala principal. "Our bank has no more dollars; you won't be able to take any out."
El alboroto inmediatamente comenzó. Los que aún no habían retirado su dinero se pusieron nerviosos.
"We need our money." "We demand payment, we need our money."
Todos gritaron a gran voz, empujándose hacia el interior del banco. Los seguros del banco intentaban detenerlos.
"Director, when will the new dollars arrive? The situation is out of control," Song Zilang llamó a Song Ziwén por teléfono para preguntar.
"They are still being produced; you'll get them this afternoon," Song Ziwén dijo.
"But our bank has no money now. People's emotions are very high, and we can't let this continue without any more dollars," Song Zilang dijo.
"What chaos? Notify the police to surround the banks and arrest anyone who causes trouble. I won’t teach you how to deal with troublemakers if they dare disturb us," Song Ziwén dijo.
"The director is wise; people will disperse when they see the police," Song Zilang dijo.
"Act quickly, I am still trying to think of a solution. The boss hasn't given any orders yet; we must act fast." Song Ziwén colgó el teléfono.
Bum... Bum...
Media hora después, cientos de policías y soldados aparecieron frente al banco, rodeando a los ciudadanos que intentaban retirar sus ahorros.
"Citizens, leave in five minutes. No cause disturbances; otherwise, you will be arrested," el comisario gritó.
"We just want our money. There is no disturbance here. We need to get our money, we need our money," "Right, we need our money."
La multitud se volvió instable bajo el empuje de algunos y continuaba entrando al banco a grito de "we need our money."
"Arrest those who were calling out," el comisario ordenó cuando la situación parecía fuera de control.
"What right do you have to arrest us? We are only trying to get our money," "No, don't arrest anyone."
"No one is allowed to be arrested. No one is allowed to be arrested." La multitud se agrupó alrededor de aquellos que gritaban para impedir que los policías avanzaran.
"Rebels! You dare obstruct the police; you want to die?" el comisario amenazó, pero la gente hoy parecía menos intimidada y formaron un bloque para seguir insistiendo en retirar sus ahorros.
"Looks like we got what was coming. Beat them," el comisario se enfureció al ver la unidad de los ciudadanos y ordenó que lo golpearan.
"They are beating the police, they are beating the police." "Those bastards! They only bully us; beat them."
"Some young men started shouting inside and led the citizens to fight back. The two sides soon clashed violently.
"Quickly request reinforcements from the Punishment Corps," el comisario vio la situación fuera de control y ordenó a sus subordinados que solicitaran refuerzos.
"But we didn't expect Li Dali to be hiding nearby, watching the situation closely," pensó Song Zilang. Al ver los llamados de auxilio del comisario, inmediatamente transmitió la información al Comandante Chen Jinghui.