"Ha ha."

"Huang Private, remember to go and see her when you have time. I won't talk to you anymore. I want to go see Guo Private."

Zhang Guobin laughed loudly, turned around and left the office area, heading to the Public Relations Department.

This time he came to the police station specifically to give Huang Zhiming a warning, but Mr. O was in the operations department after all, so a presumptuous visit couldn't be justified, so he just stopped by to talk to Mr. Guo about the name of "Plan A Sequel", just think it was a good time.

Passing by Mr. O, he didn’t stay long anyway. If Huang Zhiming has any objections, he’s waiting to receive a complaint form for harassing citizens!

After Zhang Guobin left, the police officers all turned their attention to Huang Zhiming. A suspected triad member came to the O Ji office area so arrogantly that he had to say a few words about what O Ji Atou said. In the past, Zhang Guobin came to O Ji.

There are also private cases, private washing, or other legitimate reasons.

This time it looked the same as usual, and what he said was not excessive, but the demonstration was blatant. Huang Zhiming turned back to look at the other guys, but said with a shy smile: "The big boss invited us to watch a movie, and the brothers took it with them on the weekend."

Go with your family and don’t waste your movie tickets.”

"cut!"

"Ah!"

In the office area, there was a burst of booing, and all the police officers couldn't do anything about Private Huang's shamelessness.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Kowloon Walled City...

Underground banknote factory.

The shooting boy dropped the paper knife towards the clerk, cut the green U.S. dollars one by one, turned them over, and cut them. The bills were cut neatly and sealed into a bundle with a plastic rope. Each bundle was worth one hundred thousand U.S. dollars.

, and more than two dozen employees in the underground factory, wearing gloves, hats, and masks, were busy working on US dollars as if they were producing food.

In the corner, boxes of U.S. dollars were sealed in iron boxes. Each box contained 20 million U.S. dollars. After a quick scan, there were at least 500 million U.S. dollars in stock in the factory.

Once the counterfeit banknote factory is operating at full capacity, the production speed is extremely impressive, especially when there is a certain reserve of production raw materials. Almost as long as the raw materials are not exhausted, a mountain of U.S. dollars can be printed.

The target shooter wore a mask and his head was still wrapped in gauze. He regularly changed dressings at the hospital in the walled city. The other Yihai brothers stayed around to supervise the work. Most of the people responsible for the operation were people in the walled city.

At this time, Peng Yuan walked into the factory gate angrily with a bill of goods, swung the bill of goods and asked the target boy: "The Burmese buyer called back to complain that the quality of this batch of goods is not good, and now he refuses

Pay the remaining half of the balance, Brother Tony, why are the goods produced in the walled city different in quality from the previous ones?"

"Should you give me an explanation?"

"Explain, you asked me to explain?" The target boy raised a sarcastic smile, supported the table with his arm, slapped his palm fiercely, and yelled: "Last time, two of my brothers fell into the sea and died. Please explain the quality.

Can it be the same?"

"Do you know that counterfeiting is a technical job? The brothers responsible for ink printing are dead, can you bring them back to life!"

The target boy roared confidently, and Peng Yuan was filled with anger in his chest, but there was nowhere to vent the fire.

Previously, the counterfeit banknotes taken out by target shooters were of A quality and could deceive the banknote detector from two years ago. They were very popular in the market. Even if the banknotes entered the bank and were not hit by the same serial number, the clerks in the bank would not be able to tell them apart.

, the goods now produced in the walled city are at best B-grade, which can fool the naked eye and ordinary people, but cannot fool banknote detectors and bank clerks.

After all, the previous batch of goods was printed overseas by Tian Jiaqiang and others personally, while this batch of goods was printed by Target Boy and others in Chengzhai, even if they use the same electric board and the same printing machine

, the same paper, ink...

The thickness of the ink can be adjusted, the color of the paper when dried, and even the parameters of the printing machine are different, the quality of the products produced will be very different.

Tian Jiaqiang's team under the prince is a professional counterfeiter. They have studied various versions of U.S. banknotes for more than ten years. They adhere to the scientific research spirit of careful analysis and diligent exploration to produce the top-notch A-grade products.

But the target shooter has not received professional technical training. He simply uses an electric board to connect the printing machine, adds paper and ink, and uses the most stupid operation, so the quality of the product is naturally poor.

Are you kidding me? If I really send a huge source of wealth to Kowloon Walled City, you will thank me if you get rich?

You must call your brothers and bring swords and guns to kill me!

Zhang Guobin would not do such a stupid thing. He really made Tang Tingwei suffer a hidden loss, but the target boy's eyes widened with murderous intent. He came to the walled city to take revenge.

, let alone concentrate on printing money for Chengzhai. Peng Yuan had a sullen expression on his face and asked: "Even if there is a gap in the quality of the goods, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"It affects our shipments to sellers and how we will do business in the future!"

"Fuck you, are you talking about how to do business in front of me? Damn it, A-grade goods are sold at A-grade prices, and B-grade goods are sold at B-grade prices. Do you want me to teach you about this?" The target shooter was very worried.

He stood up arrogantly and slapped Peng Yuan on the head: "You want me to teach you?"

"Pah!" He slapped Peng Yuan on the head again: "You want me to teach you?"

"Or do you want me to teach you?" He slapped Peng Yuan on the head again, and Peng Yuan whipped his legs fiercely, making a sound of wind and sweeping off the table legs next to him like an iron whip.

"boom."

The wooden table fell to the ground with a crash, and the factory employees all looked sideways. Peng Yuan looked livid, grinned, and said coldly: "Believe it or not, I'll smash your head with a slap?"

The eighth ring master of Dignified City Walled City, whose nickname is "Impermanence".

But he was receiving palm after palm in front of the target boy, which shows that there are many things that can defeat martial arts, not necessarily bullets, but also power, money, or women.

"I believe it, of course I believe it." The target shooter raised a disdainful smile on his lips: "But do you dare?"

"You'd better find a way to improve the quality of your goods, otherwise you won't be able to remain arrogant in the walled city for more than a few days." Peng Yuan gave a warning and left the factory. However, the target boy didn't take his words to heart and walked to the corner to pick up the goods.

I picked up a bottle of beer, came back, sat on a chair, and yelled: "Keep working!"

"I have sent people to find banknote-making experts abroad. The factory's technology cannot be completely in the hands of outsiders, and if we want to improve the factory's shipments, the quality of the goods must be improved." Tang Tingwei stood by the window and looked towards Peng Yuan with a serious expression.

said.

Sure enough, everything was full of setbacks, and the banknote-making group made a fool of him with the first batch of goods they entered the walled city.

It is natural to hire a banknote-making expert, but banknote-making works on the market are very rare. Either you are gifted, or you have a unique skill passed down from your family, or you are a technician who has worked in a banknote-making factory, and not every technician can do it.

competent.

This matter will definitely not be settled so quickly.

Peng Yuan asked: "Where is this batch of goods?"

"Just sell it outside according to the price of B-grade goods. Remember, people in the factory must not use factory goods." Tang Tingwei explained.

"Yes, Chairman."

"Anyone who dares to mess around will be killed directly."

This rule is an ironclad rule for all counterfeit banknote factories, because once counterfeiting occurs, the hidden counterfeiting factory is likely to be wiped out in one go, and at the same time, the counterfeit banknotes used will also become ironclad evidence for sentencing.

There are gravure printing plus precision electric boards, raw materials, and goods produced in Chengzhai. In fact, you can barely pass it. The software is not supported by the hardware. There are only a handful of counterfeit factories in the world that can have gravure printing, so even if you let a fool operate it

The goods produced are also grade B.

B-grade goods also have certain customers in the international market. Unfortunately, they cannot enter the top markets of drug lords, warlords, and financiers like A-grade goods. They can only be supplied to societies in need within Asia, and gangs can dismantle them.

, the market size will shrink a lot.

To really expand the scale of the counterfeit banknote market, we must have the technology to produce A-grade goods. Tang Tingwei can earn whatever he wants. The factory must not shut down anyway.

He is still waiting for the first month's accounts to be settled with the directors of the martial arts association with banknotes.

"Huang Sir, this month the markets of Hong Kong, Japan, South Korea, and Taiwan have been flooded with counterfeit US dollars." Ouyang Wei held his coffee and said with a wry smile: "International banking institutions have frequently issued warnings, and more than a dozen banks have discovered the same batch.

The Taiwan police arrested seven or eight counterfeit U.S. dollars alone."

Class B goods can have a certain secondary market internationally, Class C goods only have a regional market, and Class D goods are more crudely made counterfeit banknotes that can be handled by a police station, often with technology and manpower.

They are all very low and can be sold in local counties and cities. Generally, they only produce local currency, and some also produce coins. The cost of making them is more expensive than fakes.

This month, the underground factories in Chengzhai have supplied large quantities of goods to communities in various regions of Asia, triggering financial alarms.

The upstream supply chain has a large volume of shipments, and the downstream demolitions naturally increase. Many goods flow into regional markets. Police in various countries are busy working. Ma Chai has arrested a lot of them, but various associations have also made money. They want to get rid of the counterfeit money on the market.

The best way is to get rid of the counterfeit money factories.

"This batch of goods seems to be different from the goods I received before." Huang Zhiming drank coffee, pursed his lips, looked at the counterfeit money on the table, and frowned.

"The quality has declined to a certain extent, but the numbering, templates, and counterfeiting techniques are roughly the same." Ouyang Wei sighed: "The counterfeit banknote factory seems to be continuing production, but there is no movement at all in Singapore. It seems that Singapore is really just a demolition company.

Factories in the walled city are becoming more and more rampant."

"I always feel something is wrong. This seems to be done by two groups." Huang Zhiming said aloud.

Ouyang Wei raised his eyes and glanced at him.

He put down the coffee cup, walked quickly back to the office area, and said aloud: "Recorder O, in military uniform, please notify the people in the Intelligence Department to come together. I have something that requires a lot of help!"

"Yes, Mr. Huang!" the police officer replied immediately.

Li Yongli, Wen Qiren, and the inspectors of the uniform team arrived quickly with a group of subordinates. There were not many people from various departments who could be spared to help the anti-gangster team. Wen Qiren had to help out of friendship, and the uniform team could use more people.

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"Huang private r."
Chapter completed!