I want to be a warlord

Chapter 22 The sky is falling!

"Are you crazy?"

"So expensive?"

"impossible!"

Hearing Wang Zhen's price in Baijing, Bourne and others let out a burst of exclamation.

In 2014, the Zillow index of real estate agencies in the United States showed that in October 2014, the house price in New York was 10 US dollars, and the national average was 52.1 US dollars.

But the area of ​​this set of houses is 2700 feet, which is almost 260 square meters, so it is no wonder that Bourne and the others were surprised.

Of course, Wang Zhen did not explain that the house here has only 70 years of property rights, so there is no real estate tax, and these people in the province will ask why the house you bought with money is not yours...

Can't explain.

Anyway, Wang Zhen's excitement is over now.

Penny!

I counted it in the car before, 300 million US dollars, and the golden retrievers started to distribute it to everyone.

Wang Zhen looked at the 42 piles of US dollars piled up in front of him, as long as he didn't think about the housing price in Baijing, his mood immediately improved again.

Picking up a stack and twisting it in his hand, listening to the clicking sound of the banknotes, it's extremely pleasant... to the ear?
Wait, why does it feel wrong?
Wang Zhen frowned slowly, his heartbeat accelerated again, and his breathing was heavy.

He quickly took out a piece of money from the middle of the pile of money, and wiped the money lightly with his fingers, and immediately felt a slippery feeling.

This greasy feeling made Wang Zhen's eyes darken and his head dizzy.

Shaking his head vigorously, when he opened his eyes again, the eyeballs were all red.

Reluctantly, he took out another one, without having to compare it under the light. When he twirled his fingers, it was still slippery.

Large beads of sweat ooze out of his head uncontrollably, and Wang Zhen's lips start to tremble.

It's broken, it's broken, Wang Zhen kept muttering, trembling, each picked up a few packs again, this time he didn't bother to smoke, so he just reached in and touched...

"Fuck you!!" With a subdued curse, Wang Zhen slammed the wad of money in his hand onto the floor with a 'bang'.

The Golden Retrievers were startled, and when they turned around, they saw that Wang Zhen was in an abnormal state, his face was pale, his head was sweating profusely, his eyes were blood red, and his lips were trembling...

"what happened?"

"Qian..." Wang Zhen opened his mouth, only to find that his voice was hoarse, "It's fake."

Everyone: "..."

The room fell into dead silence, no one spoke, and they all stared at Wang Zhen blankly. After a while, the donkey suddenly yelled, "Impossible!"

"I also hope it's impossible." Wang Zhen showed a smile uglier than crying, and lay on the floor crookedly, not wanting to move.

Tired, destroy it!

Wang Zhen lay down, but the others went crazy. They picked up the money and began to distinguish carefully, and immediately discovered the problem, and there were screams, curses, and roars one after another.

For each stack of money, only the top and bottom 5 are real, and the rest in the middle are all fake money.

Obviously, the gangs on the Malay side were not prepared to make a good deal after getting the news. They would either cheat or cheat, or if they couldn't, then cheat!
It is impossible to bring several banknote detectors to count one by one at the transaction site. Normally, they are long-term transactions. For both parties, a stable transaction channel is much more valuable than 300 million US dollars.

Therefore, there is no possibility of counterfeit banknotes.

There are no legal constraints on underground transactions, but reputation is very important.

After all, if you break the law, you only need to bear the legal responsibility, but in the underground world, you can only wait for a bullet to the head.

It's just that today's incident was a special case, and was overtaken by the scythe team.

The workmanship of the counterfeit currency is not fine, the watermark is blurred, the gravure is rough, and of course, it is not the kind of ordinary printer that prints directly.

If the fake U.S. bills are divided into ABC grades, A grade can fool ordinary money counters, B grade can fool the hand, this version of counterfeit bills is C+ grade.

It's just that Wang Zhen has to collect banknotes many times a day, and it's impossible to carry a banknote counter with him. It's useless to collect counterfeit currency once a day, so after a long time, he has practiced the hand feeling of touching money, and he can tell whether it is true or not.

Until the landline in the living room rang, the golden retriever walked over to pick it up. It was the hotel customer service who called. They were too loud, and they were complained by people upstairs and downstairs.

"Okay, stop arguing. Complain to the hotel. If you make more noise, someone will call the police." The golden retriever hung up the phone and yelled, and everyone quieted down.

It's just that the anger on each face is still there.

300 million to 30...

If the income is only 30, then everyone will be very happy, it is more than the commission of the two missions, but now it is falling from heaven, this feeling is simply too bad.

"These bloody drug criminals, Mare Falk!"

"It's really too cheap to kill them. I should torture them severely."

"All drug offenders deserve to die, all should go to hell, burn these guys to death!"

After venting the curse for a while, it became dull, and everyone was lying on the floor like Wang Zhen.

"Wang, is there a way to find this group of local drug criminals? I'm going to kill them." Byrne asked through gritted teeth.

"Don't think about it, such a big thing happened, you must have gone into hiding." Wang Zhen knew what Bourne was thinking, to wipe out drug criminals and steal money, but this was impossible.

There are more drug criminals in the United States. If you can get a lot of money by robbing drug criminals, someone would have done it long ago.

Not to mention the question of whether it can be found, the local police will not agree. The death of a wave of drug criminals will only lead the place into a period of chaos.

It's not that drug criminals cannot be caught, but there must be a plan and a quota...

After the money was divided, they went back to their rooms. Wang Zhen's money was temporarily deposited with Burne, and the other people's money would be transferred to their accounts in Monaco later.

The specific channel, Wang Zhen didn't know, and didn't bother to know.

Lying in bed and thinking about it, in fact, 4.2 US dollars is already a lot, plus the 11690 task commission points, one action for one night, 5.3, which is already his salary for 8 years of hard work.

Enough books!
Sleeping, dreaming, all dreams are fake money...

……

At dinner the next morning, everyone was relieved from what happened yesterday. A group of soldiers, those with big hearts, and those with small hearts were all dead long ago.

While eating, they chatted about what happened yesterday. In the communication channel, they heard the conversation between Mountbatten and Wang Zhen. There were too many things happened yesterday, so they forgot to ask. Now I think about it.

Mountbatten talked about Xia Wangzhen's coquettish operation, and asked three times in a row, which made everyone look at each other in blank dismay.

The more veterans, the first reaction when encountering a grenade is to lay down with their heads in their hands or find a cover. This kind of unconventional routine can indeed achieve good results when used suddenly.

"I think the nickname of Wang has been given." Bayonet Kenan said suddenly: "How about the fox, synonymous with cunning."

"I think it should be called a viper. The viper that tempted Adam and Eve in the Bible is so insidious!" said the poet Derek.

Mr. Viper?Mr Fox?Wang Zhen shook his head quickly when he heard that, "No, no, I'm not that kind of person. I have a very kind heart and a sense of justice. How can I be cunning and insidious?"

"It's too easy to cause people's misunderstanding. It should be the kind of simple and honest nickname."

"It's deceiving, isn't it?" Joey the shovel said in a low voice.

"How about calling you a wild boar?" Mountbatten interrupted suddenly.

Wang Zhen: "..."

(End of this chapter)