I haven't been a boss for many years

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"Mr. Zhang, what's the matter?" Huang Zhiming was chatting with the police when he heard someone calling him. He turned his head, put on a smirk, and greeted him while standing still.

"Mr. Zhang's employee was shot again? Then this time we have to follow up..."

"No, I'm in business. How can the employees get shot every now and then? Sir Huang, are you kidding me? I just rented a few theaters in Central. I would like to invite you, sir, to watch a movie and relax. Dreamworks filmed it. It's about the movie." Zhang Guobin joked.

"What movie?"

Huang Zhiming asked.

"Classic rerun, true hero."

Huang Zhiming immediately felt ridiculed, and his expression became very ugly.

Chapter 186 Want me to teach you how to do things?

"Haha."

"Huang sir, remember to watch it when you have time, I won't chat with you for now, I'm going to visit Guo sir."

Zhang Guobin laughed loudly, turned around and left the office area, and went to the public relations department.

This time he came to the police station specifically to give Huang Zhiming a warning, but after all, O Ji is the operation department, and it is unreasonable to take the liberty to visit, so he might as well talk to Sir Guo about the title of "Project A Sequel", as if he happened to be passing by o Note, anyway, he didn't stay long, if Huang Zhiming has an opinion, wait for a complaint form to harass the citizens!

The police officers waited until Zhang Guobin left, and turned their eyes to Huang Zhiming, a suspicious triad member, who came to the office area of ​​O Ji so arrogantly, he had to say a few words even if he said anything. In the past, Zhang Guobin came to O Ji There are also Guo sir, washing sir, or other legitimate reasons.

This time it looked the same as usual, and what he said was not too much, but the demonstration was blatant. Huang Zhiming turned his head to meet the eyes of the guys, but smiled shyly: "The big boss invites us to watch a movie. Brothers bring us a movie on weekends." Go with your family, don't waste your movie tickets."

"cut!"

"Ah!"

In the office area, there was a burst of hissing, and all the police officers couldn't do anything about Mr. Huang's thick skin.

"Shhhhh!"

Kowloon Walled City. .

Underground banknote factory.

The target guy dropped a paper knife to the clerk, cut the green dollar bills one by one, turned them over, cut them open, the bills were cut neatly, and sealed with plastic string into a bundle, one bundle is worth [-] U.S. dollars , while more than [-] employees in the underground factory wore gloves, hats, and masks, as if they were producing food, and were busy for US dollars.

In the corner, boxes of US dollars are sealed with tin boxes, and each box is worth 2000 million US dollars. After a quick scan, there are at least [-] million US dollars in stock in the factory.

Once the counterfeit banknote factory is fully operational, the production speed is extremely impressive, especially in the case of a certain reserve of raw materials for production, almost as long as the raw materials are not exhausted, a mountain of US dollars can be printed.

Target Boy was wearing a mask and gauze was still wrapped on his head. He regularly changed his dressings in the hospital inside the Walled City, while the rest of the Yihai Brothers stayed around to supervise the work. Most of the people in charge of operations were from the Walled City.

At this time, Peng Yuan walked into the gate of the factory angrily with a bill of goods in his hands. He waved the bill and asked the target boy: "The buyer from Myanmar called back to complain about the poor quality of the goods, and now they refuse Pay the remaining half of the final payment, Brother Tony, why is the quality of the goods produced in the Walled City different from the previous ones?"

"Should you give an explanation?"

"Confession, you asked me to explain?" The target boy raised a sarcasm smile, put his arm on the table, slapped his palm fiercely, and shouted: "Last time my two brothers fell into the sea and died. Can it be the same?"

"Do you know that counterfeiting is a technical job, and the brother responsible for ink printing is dead, can you bring them back to life!"

Shooting the target roared with confidence, Peng Yuan was holding back his anger, but he had nowhere to vent his anger.

Previously, the counterfeit banknotes produced by the target boy were of a quality, which could fool the banknote detectors two years ago, and they were very popular in the market. But now the goods produced in the Walled City are at best B-grade, they can fool the naked eye and ordinary people, but they cannot fool money detectors and bank clerks.

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

The thickness of the ink to be prepared, the color of the paper to dry, and even the parameters of the printing machine are not the same, and the quality of the products produced will vary greatly.

The Tian Jiaqiang team under the prince is a professional counterfeiter. He has studied various versions of US banknotes for more than ten years, adhering to the scientific research spirit of careful analysis and hard work, in order to produce the top A goods.

But the target boy has not received professional technical training. Simply connect the printing machine with an electric board, and add paper and ink. With the most foolish operation, the quality of the product is naturally not good.

Are you kidding me, if you really sent a big source of wealth into the Kowloon Walled City, you will thank me if you get rich?

Definitely call on brother, bring swords and guns to kill me!

Zhang Guobin would not do such a stupid thing, it really made Tang Tingwei suffer a secret loss, but the target boy's eyes widened, his eyes with murderous intent were real, he came to the walled city to take revenge , it is even more impossible to concentrate on printing money for the Walled City, while Peng Yuan asked sullenly, "Even if there is a gap in the quality of the goods, why didn't you talk about it earlier?"

"Affecting our shipment with the seller, how will we do business in the future!"

"Fuck you, talk about how to do business in front of me. Fuck, A-grade products are sold at A-grade prices, and B-grade products are sold at B-grade prices. Do you want me to teach you about this?" Standing up arrogantly, he slapped Peng Yuan on the head: "You want me to teach you?"

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

"Do you still want me to teach you?" Another slap on Peng Yuan's head, Peng Yuan slapped his leg fiercely, and with the sound of wind, the leg of the table next to him was broken like an iron whip.

"boom."

The wooden table fell to the ground with a bang, and all the factory employees looked sideways. Peng Yuan grinned and said coldly, "Believe it or not, I will smash your head with my palm?"

The eighth ring master of Tangtang Walled City, the name of the ring is "Impermanence".

But he received palm after palm in front of the target boy. It can be seen 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 corner of Target Boy's mouth raised a disdainful smile: "But do you dare?"

"You'd better find a way to improve the quality of the goods, otherwise, you won't be able to be arrogant in the walled city for a few days." Peng Yuan put down a warning and left the factory, but the target boy didn't take his words to heart and went to the corner to pick up the goods. Pick up a beer, come back and sit in a chair, shouting, "Keep working!"

"I've already sent people abroad to look for banknote-making experts. The factory's technology cannot be completely controlled by outsiders, and if you want to improve the factory's shipments, the quality of the products must be improved." Tang Tingwei stood by the window and looked at Peng Yuan with a serious expression. Said.

Sure enough, everything was full of setbacks, and the first batch of goods that the banknote-making group entered the Walled City played a trick on him.

It is a matter of course to invite banknote-making experts, but banknote-making works on the market are very rare, either they are talented, or they are family-inherited skills, or technicians who have worked in banknote-making factories, and not everyone can competent.

It's definitely not going to happen so quickly.

Peng Yuan asked, "What about this batch of goods?"

"Let's dismantle the goods at the price of B-grade goods. Remember, people in the factory must not use the goods from the factory." Tang Tingwei confessed.

"Yes, Chairman."

"If someone dares to mess around, just do it directly."

This rule is the iron rule of all counterfeit banknote factories, because once there is a counterfeit incident, the hidden counterfeit factory is likely to be eliminated in one pot, and at the same time, the counterfeit banknotes used will also become ironclad evidence of sentencing.

There are gravure printing plus precision electric boards, raw materials, and goods produced in the Walled City. In fact, they can barely be seen. The software is not enough to support the hardware. There are only a handful of counterfeit factories in the world that can have gravure printing, so even if it is a fool to operate The goods produced also have grade B.

B-grade goods also have certain customers in the international market, but unfortunately, like A-grade goods, they cannot break into the top markets of big drug lords, warlords, and financiers. They can only be supplied to needy societies in Asia, and gangs can dismantle them. , the market size will be reduced a lot.

In order to really expand the scale of the counterfeit banknote market, it is necessary to be able to produce A-grade technology. Tang Tingwei can earn as much as he can. Anyway, the factory must not stop working.

He is still waiting for the first month's accounts to start, and he will use the money to settle the directors of the Wushu Association.

"Huang sir, counterfeit banknotes and US dollars have flooded the Hong Kong, Japan, South Korea, and Taiwan island markets this month." Holding a cup of coffee, Ouyang Wei said with a wry smile: "International banking institutions have issued frequent warnings, and more than a dozen banks have found the same batch of banknotes. For counterfeiting U.S. dollars, the police on Taiwan Island have arrested seven or eight of them just by arresting small demolishers.”

B-grade goods can have a certain secondary market in the world, c-grade goods can only have a market in the region, and d-grade goods are even more crudely fabricated counterfeit banknotes, which are the kind that can be handled by a police station, often with technology and manpower. They are very low, and can be sold in the county or city area. Generally, only local currency is produced, and some also produce coins, which cost more than fakes.

This month, the underground factories in the Walled City have supplied a large amount of supplies to associations in various regions of Asia, which has already triggered a financial alarm.

The upstream supply chain has a large volume of shipments, and the demolition of houses in the downstream will naturally increase. Many goods flow into the regional market. The police in various countries are exhausted. They have arrested a lot, but various associations have also made money, and they want to get rid of the counterfeit banknotes on the market. The best way is to get rid of the counterfeit banknote factory.

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

"The quality has declined to a certain extent, but the serial number, template, and counterfeiting process are roughly the same." Ouyang Wei sighed: "The counterfeit banknote factory seems to continue to produce, but there is no movement in Singapore. It seems that Singapore is really just a dismantling company. The factories in the Walled City are becoming more and more rampant."

"I always feel that something is wrong. It seems that two groups of people did it." Huang Zhiming said aloud.

Ouyang Wei raised his eyes and glanced at him.

He put down his coffee cup, walked quickly back to the office area, and said aloud, "Officer O, the military uniform, and then inform the intelligence department to come over together. I need a lot of help for something!"

"Yes, sir Huang!" The police officer replied immediately.

Li Yongli, Wen Qiren, the inspectors of the military uniform team arrived quickly with a group of subordinates. There are not many people from various departments who can be drawn to help the anti-mafia team. Wen Qiren must help out of friendship, and the military uniform team can send more people .

"Yellow sir."

"What's the matter?" Wen Qiren asked.

Chapter 187 Brother Prince, Let's Get Rich Together?

Huang Zhiming's tone was sharp: "Turn out the counterfeit banknotes that have been harvested on the market recently and check to see if any of them are of the same quality as the previous batch."

Wen Qiren thought about it, and immediately knew that if both batches of goods were in circulation in the market, it meant that there might be a dealer for the two batches of goods. . .

"Yes, sir!"

The police officers at the scene responded loudly.

Immediately, boxes of seized counterfeit dollar bills were moved into the office area, and dozens of police officers rummaged around batches of dollar bills.

"Shhhhh!"

More than a dozen banknote detectors kept turning, beeping, and counterfeit banknote alarms sounded continuously. Using the frequency of alarms from the banknote detectors, it was possible to roughly infer the number of counterfeit banknotes in a batch of banknotes.

Basically, each batch of counterfeit banknotes sounded in succession. Once the rhythm was wrong, the police officers would check it out.

In the 80s, the banknote detectors were far less intelligent than later generations, and the number of police officers involved in the verification was relatively large.

Wen Qiren led the members of the intelligence department to participate in the inspection calmly, and did things seriously, showing nothing unusual.

night.

"Sir Wen."

"Go to Causeway Bay to sing K together?"

Central General Administration, a group of police officers walked out of the gate, and a subordinate greeted the officer. The officer waved with a tired face and said, "Go and play tonight."

"I'll go home for dinner first, and my girlfriend makes supper, and we'll be together next time."

"Ok."

"Sir Wen."

A group of police officers were in high spirits, but they looked helpless.

Wen Qiren said generously: "I will cover all expenses."

"Thank you, Sir Wen!"

"Thank you, Sir Wen!"

A pack of wolves howled from the police officers.

If the chief reimburses the private room, drinks, and supper, their previous budget can be used to call the lady, one by one, singing with their arms around each other. It's a day that combines work and rest.

"Go."

Wen Qiren watched with a smile as his subordinates walked out of the gate in casual clothes, yawned wearily, opened the door, and got in the car, his expression suddenly became serious.

"Beep beep."

He took out a big brother,

Dial a string of numbers.

Sit in the driver's seat of the police car, hold the steering wheel with one hand, and look around.

"Boss."

"Hey?"

"Brother, are you free to chat on the phone today?" Zhang Guobin was sitting in a sauna room in Tsim Sha Tsui, with a white towel wrapped around his lower body, revealing his muscular chest muscles, his eight-pack abdominal muscles, and his bronze-colored skin Beads of sweat are hanging, sitting in the sauna room is terrifying.

Ma Wang, Da Bohao, Xiao Ma, Xian Shui and others were sitting by the side, while Dongguan Miao was wearing a suit and led a group of horse boys, guarding outside the sauna room.

At this time, he seemed to pick up the phone casually, opened his mouth to say hello, and raised his hand to shake it. Without saying a word, Ma Wang, Da Bohao and others immediately picked up the towel, pushed open the wooden sauna door, and hurried away.

Wen Qiren sat in the driver's seat, lit a cigarette, exhaled, and asked: "Huang Zhiming suspects that the counterfeit banknotes on the market are related to Yihai, and he has been keeping a close eye on Yihai, and today he mobilized dozens of people to catch his tail... ..."

He has always played by ear in the police station, and if it wasn't for the boss's order, otherwise, he would never ask about the affairs of the society.

"Brother, let me tell you the truth." Zhang Guobin picked up the towel next to him, wiped it on his forehead, and said calmly: "The counterfeit banknote factories used to be located overseas and were managed by our people. Now, The counterfeit banknote factory is hidden in the Walled City, Tang Tingwei from the Walled City Martial Arts Association is in charge..."

"If you have any news, let me know as soon as possible. Is there anything else you want to ask?"

"No more."

"I know what to do."

Wen Qiren replied.

"Okay, then you've worked hard, go back to the house for soup when you have time." After Zhang Guobin finished speaking, he hung up the phone, stood up and walked out of the sauna room with a towel on. Wen Qiren threw the phone on the co-pilot, lowered the window, and drove away. After leaving the General Administration, another phone call was made on the way: "Caibao, please say hello to the police station. If you receive a report of counterfeit banknotes in the local area, please notify the intelligence department as soon as possible. The intelligence department is following up a case of counterfeit banknotes..."

"Got it, Sir Wen, the lady here is so pretty, do you want to come over?"

"You just have to have fun." Wen Qiren said with a smile.