Gu Nianshan.
This is the name of a client I handle.
I am a bank teller who has just graduated. As the new year is approaching, the bank is overcrowded, and it is gradually becoming mainly elderly customers.
Most of them come to withdraw some small amounts of money, such as retirement wages, pensions, pensions, and some pensions.
In their eyes, the bank and even the staff who handle them can determine how much money they can get throughout the year. The bank can clearly remember their details last year and can clearly see their details. The password they forgot...
After a few days and thousands of transactions, there will be some impatience.
It was around two o'clock in the afternoon the day before yesterday. The air conditioner in the business room was suffocating me. My hands were full of the smell of money and bacteria, so I had no time to drink water and did not dare to rub my nose.
I was constantly greeting customers and sending them off mechanically. At that time, in my mind, customers had slowly become a unified group without any segmentation.
In the hall, there were the cries of children, the noise of VIPs, and the sighs and confusion of migrant workers.
My next number called another elderly customer.
I started to smile mechanically, raised my hand, hello, please sit down, what business do I want to do.
The old lady gave me a piece of paper with a card number written on it.
"Are you withdrawing money? Or depositing money?" The old lady shook her head hard and said, she wanted to take the card in my hand. I followed her words and slowly communicated with her to roughly understand that this was a card number written to her by the street, which contained some subsidies sent to her by the state. But the old lady said that the card was not in her hand. She had never seen the card, let alone remembered the password.
I said you need to report the loss and ask for your ID card. The old lady nodded and said yes. Then she took out two ID cards from the blue cloth bag in her hand. One was her own, surnamed Gu, and the other was that of another middle-aged woman. However, the ID card photo had dull eyes and a weird expression, which was very abnormal. The name is the one I mentioned at the beginning, Gu Nianshan. I checked the card number, and sure enough it belonged to Gu Nianshan. I started to frown and said to grandma, I need to come over in person to report the loss. The old lady said she couldn't come herself. I said that this business must be handled by myself. The above conversation can be said to be the daily life of a teller. After finishing the old lady's business that day and sending her away,
The mood of our colleagues in the entire business office was a little gloomy. A little later, I asked a colleague who had just given birth to a child a year ago. She said, when a woman gets pregnant and gives birth to a child, is it for herself, the child, or a man? The colleague shook her head and said she didn't know. She said that when she was pregnant, she didn't dare to think too much. She just had to do some things and let time pass by silently. Therefore, Gu Nianshan, this name is probably the name that amazes me the most and has the deepest feelings for me. This feeling can be remembered in retrospect, and I can only care about my old friend.