I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 187 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 to give Huang Zhiming a warning, but O Ji is the operation department after all, 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" and just pass by Oh, anyway, he didn't stay for long, if Huang Zhiming has any objections, wait for a complaint form to harass the public!
The police officers waited for Zhang Guobin to leave, and turned their eyes to Huang Zhiming, a suspicious triad member. He came to the office area of ​​O Ji so arrogantly, he had to say a few words about O Ji. 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 are wearing gloves, hats, and masks, as if they are producing food, and are busy for US dollars.

In the corner, boxes of US dollars are sealed with metal boxes, each box is worth [-] 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 when there is 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 his head was still wrapped in gauze. 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 factory gate angrily with a bill of goods in his hands. He waved the bill of lading and asked the target boy: "The buyer from Myanmar called back to complain about the poor quality of the goods. Now I 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, propped his arm on the table, slapped his palm fiercely, and shouted: "Last time my two brothers fell into the sea and died, what's the quality? 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 of two years ago, and were very popular in the market. But now the goods produced in the Walled City are at most B-grade, which 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 with 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 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?" 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 B grade.

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

To really expand the scale of the counterfeit banknote market, one must be able to produce A-grade goods. Tang Tingwei counts as much as he earns. 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 go down to the more crude 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 and 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, quickly walked back to the office area, and said aloud: "Oji, the military uniform, and then call the intelligence department to come together, I have something that needs a lot of help!"

"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.

(End of this chapter)