Hong Kong Comprehensive: Starting from the dispatch of generals from Kuling

Chapter 122 Difficulty, pay the number

Ma Wenxin lost his way.

In the first half of my life, I was worried about money, racking my brains every day to earn more.

Now there are a lot of banknotes in front of him, but he is not even interested in looking at them.

Even after the desire for money is satisfied, my heart is empty instead, as if I have lost something important.

Apart from being in a daze and sleeping every day, nothing seems to arouse his interest.

His wife, Amy, didn't let her go too much, but after experiencing a debt collection life that was worse than death, she felt that her current life made her very satisfied.

Everything seems to be fine except that there is no freedom.

However, they knew in their hearts that this was definitely not a normal state.

The appearance of Huang Xing today caused fluctuations in Ma Wenxin's mind, which was like a pool of stagnant water.

"Come with me, I have something to discuss with you!" Huang Xing cut to the chase.

Ma Wenxin didn't move, but stared at Huang Xing: "Do you still need me?"

"Of course!" Huang Xing said as a matter of course: "You don't think that a mere one billion Hong Kong dollars can satisfy my appetite?"

Ma Wenxin was silent for a moment, and then he let out a deep breath.

"Yes, you are definitely not a guy who can be satisfied with a mere one billion. Tell me, what do you want me to do this time?"

Huang Xing smiled: "Pound pound or dollar, which one do you like?"

Ma Wenxin looked at him in shock: "..."

……

Half an hour later, the rooftop of Qingcheng Building.

Ma Wenxin frowned, and looked left and right: "What are you bringing me here for? If you want to kill people, I don't recommend burying them alive. It's more concealed, and the police won't give up if you throw people down from the roof!"

Huang Chen was speechless: "What are you thinking about?"

He reached out and knocked on the side, a water tower with a diameter of two meters and a height of about four meters.

"Climb up and have a look!"

Ma Wenxin looked at Huang Xing with the expression that you were teasing me.

Huang Xing nodded, indicating that he was serious.

Ma Wenxin glanced at the water tower, then at Huang Xing, then walked up to the ladder without hesitation, and climbed up step by step.

Huang Xing suddenly took out a wine basket from his arms, and threw it on it: "Hey, follow this!"

Ma Wenxin grabbed it, looked at the things in his hands, and then at Huang Xing, then continued to climb up without saying a word.

Huang Chen lighted a cigarette with a relaxed face, and as the green smoke slowly dispersed, he glanced at the water tower casually, invisible energy fluctuations rippling from his body, and the liquid inside the water tower was silently and strangely happening. The change.

[The entry Dian Shui Cheng Mo is in use...]

[Explanation: This entry can convert any liquid into a color-changing ink specially used for banknote printing, and the maximum conversion limit is 250 gallons of concentrated liquid.The currency is not limited. 】

Ma Wenxin climbed to the top step by step. He opened the observation window forcefully and glanced at it. There was half a water tower's water in it, which was quietly stored there. The water surface was clean without any ripples.

Ma Wenxin turned around: "What do you want me to see?"

He had just finished speaking, before Huang Xing could answer, he suddenly raised his nose, his face changed slightly, and his eyes widened.

"No, this taste is not right!"

He saw the wine basket in his hand, and couldn't wait to put the thing in it.

The guy touched the surface of the water and was stained with some kind of viscous liquid.

Ma Wenxin held it in front of his eyes and observed it carefully for a moment. His pupils vibrated more violently. He stretched out his fingers to stain a little, and wiped it away with his fingertips. The strong pungent breath came to his face.

"It's just... color-changing ink?"

Huang Xing snapped his fingers with a smile on his face.

"Experts are worthy of being experts, and you can recognize them at a glance!"

"No matter which country's color-changing ink is absolutely prohibited, even the printing factory can't get in touch with the source of the ink. Where did you get so much?... No, no, no, don't tell me! These inks The concentration is a bit wrong, it seems to be a concentrated solution... No, no, this is a trivial matter, it doesn't take a moment, the conditional concentration is very simple.

Well... what are you eyeing again? "

After hearing Huang Xing's confession, Ma Wenxin seemed to be struck by lightning, and suddenly became insane, muttering in his mouth, sometimes shocked, sometimes ecstatic, and sometimes scared.

Huang Xing didn't care about him, he smoked on his own, and waited for seven or eight minutes before Ma Wenxin calmed down slowly, and reason once again took the high ground.

"What do you think of... dollars?"

"..."

Ma Wenxin was silent. He stood on it for a while, carefully closed the observation window, and then stretched out his hand to press it, as if he was afraid that the liquid inside would be evaporated.

Finally, he carefully held the wine basket and climbed down step by step.

After his feet landed on the ground, he took a look at Huang Xing and said, "You can't smoke here, it will explode!"

"It's so exciting, do you want one?" Huang Xing smiled.

"You really are a lunatic!"

Ma Wenxin shook his head, walked aside with Huang Xing, looked at the downwind scenery, and said: "U.S. dollars are indeed a good target. The CIA once conducted a survey in the 80s. Globally, the number of counterfeit U.S. dollars that flow into the market every year Probably around 600 billion.

Of course, anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is the data that can be found, and the iceberg hidden under the water is at least ten times larger than this.

So your vision is very good, this is indeed a very big market, if you can operate it well, it will definitely be a profitable business, but correspondingly, there are also a lot of troubles and dangers! "

"Talk about the trouble first!" Huang Xing said in a relaxed tone.

Ma Wendao: "Although color-changing ink is the most important thing, the US dollar is not only a problem of ink, paper, anti-counterfeiting and printing are all troublesome.

Take paper as an example. The paper used in the U.S. dollar is specially made, and the tree species are very rare, and all of them are under control. Its fibers are very special and highly recognizable.

It is almost impossible for us to get this kind of paper, so there are only two ways left, one is to recycle a large number of small dollar bills, bleach and reprint them, and two, replace them with similar acid-free paper!

Likewise, sources of bleaching chemicals and acid-free paper are not readily available! "

Huang Xing nodded, with the usual expression: "Continue talking!"

"There is nothing to say about anti-counterfeiting. This thing is the same as the identification number of banknotes. It is unique. Unless we can get a batch of goods from the United States, otherwise even if other problems are solved, this batch of money will not flow in!" Ma text channel.

"Is it so strict?" Huang Xing was a little curious: "Then how did more than 6000 billion appear every year?"

Ma Wenxin grinned: "You, a gangster, and I, a half-assed printing expert, dare to get together to print U.S. dollar bills. Do you think those powerful groups and countries have no idea about these things?"

Huang Xing interrupted him resolutely: "Understood, don't say any more!"

"At least 6000% of the 90.00 billion is from..."

"Okay, okay, we can't say these words!"

Huang Xing interrupted him again.

Ma Wenxin also realized something, shut up and decisively changed the subject: "Printing is also a big problem, so I won't say much about it, you know, letterpress printing machine.

Don't tell me in which small European country you can get it casually, it's almost impossible, there are so many intelligence agencies in the United States, do you think they are all living for nothing?

Every letterpress printing machine that was given out was monitored by someone both openly and secretly. Once there was a change or transaction, it would attract the attention of the intelligence department.

The intelligence department here is not only referring to the United States! "

"According to what you say, this is almost an unsolvable problem!" Huang Xing said with a smile.

"That's why!"

Ma Wenxin looked at the water tower: "All the good things are in vain!"

Huang Xing smiled: "Don't be so pessimistic, just solve the problem when there is a problem! Isn't it just a lack of materials? It's simple, go back and prepare, and come with me to Los Angeles in a while!"

Ma Wenxin was slightly taken aback: "What are you doing in Los Angeles?"

"In stock!"

Huang Xing dropped two words, waved his hands and turned to leave.

Ma Wenxin yelled: "Hey, you just throw things here?"

"Don't worry, the bottom is under renovation, no one will come up, this is my property!"

The voice came, and the person had disappeared.

Ma Wenxin froze for a moment, looked around subconsciously, and swallowed.

This guy shouldn't spend one billion on this building, right?

……

"It seems that the time is not yet ripe!"

Sitting in the silver Rolls Royce, Huang Xing sighed casually.

Hua Gulong asked curiously: "Brother Chen, why isn't the time ripe?"

"Driving your car, so much thought!" Huang Xing glanced at him, but did not answer.

Hua Gulong quickly laughed and said, "Aren't I curious? Even Brother Chen can't help it, it must be a big problem!"

"The problem is indeed not small!"

Huang Xing casually said, "Go to the main hall!"

"understood!"

Seeing that Huang Xing had no interest in talking, Hua Gulong decisively shut up.

The car started slowly, and when passing an intersection, a van suddenly cut in, braked sharply and flicked its tail, and stopped in front of a gold store.

The car door opened, and four guys wearing hoods, backpacks slung across their bodies, and guns in their hands jumped out of the car, and a gust of wind rushed into the gold shop.

Bang bang bang!

A few gunshots scared the passers-by outside and fled in all directions. Hua Gulong almost drove the car onto the curb, but at least he had a quick eye and a quick hand, and he braked to a steady stop.

It's a pity that he stopped, but the car behind couldn't stop.

A thud.