Go Back Twenty Years Ago with a Billion in Savings

When your fingers touch the yellowed bank card with the millennium style printed on it, the warmth of the plastic feels so real. You took a deep breath. The air was filled with the smell of old computer hosts dissipating heat and the aroma of soy milk from the breakfast shop downstairs. You thought it was a TV series that wasn't closed last night. You walked into the state-owned bank that had collapsed long ago in your memory. The staff behind the counter were wearing navy blue uniforms and their hair was neatly tied up. You handed the card over, your voice a little dry: "Hello, help me check the balance." She took the card and typed on the keyboard in front of the bulky CRT monitor. The system of that era responded very slowly. She frowned and tried it again. Then, her expression froze. She raised her head, looked at you, and then looked down at the screen, as if confirming a ridiculous illusion. "Sir... Please wait a moment." Her voice was trembling, and she stood up and called the manager. The manager is a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.