Wild Bank: a Time Travel Adventure of a Bank Teller

The bank teller has a lot of money, and he battles wits and courage with the salty banknotes and weird customers every day. Until that day, a strong smell of salted fish smoked her into primitive society - bare feet, fish scales, straw huts, and a group of primitive people who couldn't even count. What's even worse is that there is no fire or money here. All transactions depend on barter. A quarrel is exchanged for two fish, and a fight is exchanged for a bag of salt. The old priest said she was a disaster star, but the young man Amu said she "fell from the sky." Since you can't go back, then start a career. Qian Duoduo rolled up her sleeves and used the KPI thinking of a bank teller to set off a financial revolution in primitive society: teaching counting, issuing shell currency, opening a bank, granting loans, fighting inflation, cracking down on counterfeit currency, building roads, collecting taxes, and establishing tribal alliances... She went from being a "disaster" that everyone called a "disaster" to becoming a "central bank governor" recognized by seven tribes. But all this is just the beginning. A mysterious old man carrying a red bag, prophetic murals in the cave, and a savage trapped in primitive society for twenty years - all told her: What she ordered was not bad money, but the way home. What was even more unexpected was that the primitive boy Amu who was waiting for her to come home would one day stand at the door of the bank wearing a sweatshirt and jeans and say to her: "I said I would come to you." When shells turned into words, when debts turned into contracts, when tribes turned into countries - she finally understood: the spark of civilization always starts with "belief". And every currency was once a story. Every story deserves to be counted.