Chapter 81 The grand blueprint of the money empire
Qin Yi picked up the cashier's check, looked at it carefully at the light, and rubbed it with his fingers.
Well, it’s true.
It would be funny if this was a waste of effort and ended up being fake.
Qin Yi flicked the cashier's check with his finger and put it in his wallet with a smile. This trip was not a loss.
Shapi held a pile of U.S. dollars and a few gold bars and was having fun, "Hahaha, I'm rich!"
"Brother Shapi, put your things away and dispose of the safe tomorrow." Qin Yi laughed and patted Shapi on the shoulder.
"No problem." Shapi held the US dollar bills and gold bars and laughed for a while, "Hey, how are we going to divide this money?"
"Brother Dong, they won't want this money, you can keep it for yourself."
"Ah, why?" Sharpei was a little confused.
"You don't understand even after I told you. In short, the money belongs to you. Brother Dong and the others will get their share from me. I will find a way to replenish it for them." Qin Yi waved his hand.
Just go back and donate some money to Brother Dong’s work and give them more bonuses.
If there are people who want to go to sea, Qin Yi will also give them a sum of capital to do business. In short, he will not treat his brothers badly.
This night, Qin Yi slept soundly.
But Ruan Wen, Jacob, Phu Quang and the auctioneer couldn't sleep.
Of course, Li Wen was also the one who couldn't sleep.
He was thinking over and over in his mind, what did that man do when he entered Ruan Wen's room just now?
Could it be?
No, no, no, they are just talking about business.
It’s not what I thought.
Miss Ruan Wen smiled at me just now, I still have a chance.
Tossing and turning, I didn't sleep all night.
……
Early the next morning, Qin Yi set out in high spirits with Shapi Li Xiangdong and others.
I bumped into Fu Guang at the auction house and was shocked.
The condition of Fuguang and others is a bit miserable. Several of the younger brothers are wrapped in bandages. There were only seven of them from the original eight.
Gong Wei and Xiao Hei hid behind the crowd, looking disgraced and silent.
Fu Guang's face was ashen, and he seemed to be on the verge of rage at any time.
"Hey, Brother Fuguang, what's going on?" Qin Yi looked surprised.
"It's okay, just a small problem." Fu Guang forced a smile, then his face became gloomy and he said nothing.
The crowd gathered around the auction house again, and there were still the same buyers as yesterday, and a bunch of melon-eaters joining in the fun.
But without the group of frivolous gangsters, the scene was much quieter.
The auctioneer's face was even uglier than Fu Guang's. He stood high and looked around, reluctant to start.
Seeing that the auction time had passed, Jacob's people took the lead in attacking and started shouting.
Then Fu Guang also shouted, and a lot of swear words came out. It was obvious that he had been holding it in for a long time in the past two days.
Ruan Wen touched Li Wen's arm in the crowd. Li Wen was stunned for a moment and started to cheer, leading the people around him to whistle together.
The auctioneer waited and didn't see his bid, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and start bidding.
"The state-owned printing factory produces tools, 300 tons, at a low price of 5,000 US dollars, with an increase of 500 US dollars each time."
The Chinese girl took the lead in raising the sign, "Five thousand and five."
Jacob followed directly, "Six thousand."
The two families raised the price fiercely with each other, raising the price directly to 30,000.
Fu Guang said nothing and never took action.
Qin Yi then followed up, raised his hands, and glanced at Fu Guang, "Brother Fu Guang, do you still remember the bet yesterday?"
"What bet?"
"The real opponents are hidden in the crowd." Qin Yi blinked, "Be careful of predators."
"Okay, then I will continue to bet with you. Don't forget what you said. If you lose, the printing house will have my share."
"A word is settled."
Fu Guang sneered, but also began to bid.
"Fifty-one thousand!" Jacob roared, and then repeated loudly, "Fifty-one thousand!"
"Fifty-two thousand!" Qin Yi followed up.
"Fifty-three thousand!" Fu Guang followed closely.
After the Chinese girl hesitated for a while, she also began to give up.
Qin Yi glanced at Fuguang and said, "Brother Fuguang, there are only two of us left, why bother fighting and losing both sides."
"I like to fight hard." Fu Guang smiled slyly.
"Okay!" Qin Yi sneered, "You like to fight, right? Let me see how much strength you still have, sixty thousand!"
The two people's eyes collided fiercely, almost causing sparks to fly.
Ruan Wen in the crowd touched Li Wen's arm and whispered: "Ah Wen, go and raise the price to 100,000."
Li Wen agreed blankly, turned to look at Ruan Wen, and found Ruan Wen smiling at him, "Go ahead."
She smiled at me, she had me in her heart!
Li Wen was instantly full of energy. He stood out from the crowd and raised his hands, "Sixty thousand!"
Fu Guang was stunned and looked at Li Wen with incredulous eyes, "Oh no, I made a mistake. I didn't expect that this place is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon."
Li Wen's heart trembled when he was stared at by Fu Guang, and he took a few steps back in fear, but he quickly stood still.
After that, only Qin Yi, Li Wen, and Fuguang were left fighting against each other.
The printing press finally asked for $100,000, and Li Wen gave up immediately.
Qin Yi hesitated for a few seconds, gritted his teeth, and glared at Fu Guang with a sullen face, "Brother Fu Guang, you win, I admit defeat."
"Hahahaha!" Fu Guang suddenly felt that all the bad energy in his heart had been swept away, and he was extremely relieved. After being suppressed by the man named Wang for so long, he finally won, and he felt so happy in his heart.
"We are all brothers, why bother so much." Fu Guang said proudly, "You think so, Brother Wang."
"Ah, yes, yes." Qin Yi suddenly showed a strange smile, "Brother Fu Guang, do you still remember the bet we made yesterday? You won't deny it, right?"
Fu Guang's face suddenly darkened. Of course he remembered that he lost the bet and the printing press was to be used free of charge for a month.
Thinking of this, Fu Guang looked at Li Wen with much anger.
Yes, they are not colluding, right?
No, impossible, absolutely impossible.
Fu Guang followed Wang Ying here just on a temporary basis. The other party didn't know at all, so how could he arrange it in advance?
And in terms of temperament, the two groups don't look like the same people at all.
One side looks like a poor and crazy gangster, and the other side looks like an elegant thief. They are not the same at all.
Fu Guang dare not say anything else. He learned his origins from a young family and is quite good at identifying the various religions and schools in the world.
But he doesn't care about Li Wen now. What he cares about now is how to get the money back.
This has nothing to do with money. Yesterday the auctioneer tricked them, and then they were tricked again when buying arms.
After arriving at this hellish place, Fu Guang encountered obstacles at every turn. He felt very aggrieved and felt a fire in his heart.
One hundred thousand dollars.
Is it so easy to get my money?
The special printing press was disassembled and transferred by crane to a truck, and then transported to the airport.
After spending a large amount of transportation fees, Fuguang booked a cargo plane for the next day to fly the printing press to Siam, and then transferred it back to Hong Kong Island on his own smuggling ship.
Seeing the machine he bought being placed in the airport warehouse, Fu Guang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as he turned his head, he suddenly saw the previous group of competitors in black windbreakers walking towards him.
Fu Guang subconsciously touched his arms and grasped the handle of the pistol.
Jacob raised his hand and waved towards him, indicating that he had no weapons.
Fu Guang frowned, signaled his men to put away their guns, walked forward slowly, and asked in English: "What do you want to do?"
"Mr. Fu Guang." A Chinese man in his early thirties came from behind the crowd. His voice was hoarse, but he was well-dressed. "My surname is Fang, and my name is Fang Zhiwei. You may not be familiar with me, but my subordinates and you
We meet every day."
"Is the person named Wang your subordinate?" Fu Guang was stunned.
"My little brother has offended Mr. Fu Guang a lot. Please forgive Mr. Fu Guang. He is still a child. I apologize to you on his behalf." Fang Zhiwei said in a sincere tone.
"There's no need to apologize. Why do you come to me?"
"That gravure printing machine has fallen into the hands of Mr. Fu Guang. I'm here to discuss cooperation." Fang Zhiwei said slowly, "You actually took a big advantage by buying the gravure printing machine for US$100,000. It's not that we don't have the money.
But if the price is too high, it will attract other people's attention. Think about how a scrapped machine can be sold for hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars. What will others think? By then, we may not even be able to leave this country.
."
"Making too much noise is not good for everyone, so we reluctantly let it go."
"You want to cooperate with me? Now that I have the printing press, how can we cooperate?" Fu Guang said with a sneer, "If I am not satisfied with the price, we will break up at worst and I will take back the printing press.
Dismantle it as scrap metal."
"NONONO!" Jacob waved his hand, "Hey, friend, don't get excited. We are all here for business, why do you need to be so unhappy?"
"Where did you show up?" Fu Guang glared at Jacob fiercely.
"The Mafia, the Luciano family." Fang Zhiwei said calmly, "Their family controls 40% of smuggling channels in Europe, and the industry involves arms, unique products and various contraband."
Fu Guang's heart suddenly trembled, and he looked at Jacob with some vigilance.
"They were also interested in the counterfeit banknote business before, but now the printing press has been robbed by you. Jacob was originally very unhappy, but I convinced him." Fang Zhiwei snorted coldly, "Everyone makes money by being harmonious, why do you need to do that?
Unhappy, instead of competing with each other, it is better to cooperate together, integrate resources, break the market boundaries, form a monopoly, make the cake bigger, and let everyone eat together."
"How do you want to cooperate?" Fu Guang stared at Fang Zhiwei.
"You said you want to invest in the printing press, and you will be counted as one. The smuggling channels in your home can also be counted, and you will account for 20%."
"Damn it, you're only giving me 20%, so what's the point in doing it for me?" Fu Guang snorted coldly.
"Do you know how much 20% is?" Fang Zhiwei sneered, "At least 200 million per year."
"Two hundred million?!"
"And it's US dollars." Fang Zhiwei added.
Fu Guang's eyes immediately turned red. He only had one thought in his mind: smuggling is too childish.
Wang Ying is right, printing money is the real money.
"Don't be too little, I only get 30%, and the money printing technical team also needs 10%. All aspects of management require money, and there are many big shots who want a share." Fang Zhiwei sneered, "I'll give you 20% already.
It’s all about your brother’s face.”
"I don't need you to look at my brother's face." Fu Guang yelled angrily, "The money printing business is my own."
"We are going to use your brother's antique selling channel to launder money." Fang Zhiwei said indifferently, "If we didn't have this channel, we would have to lose at least 8% of our profits by asking outsiders to launder money."
"Then how exactly do we cooperate?" Fu Guang said impatiently, "I want to hear it first."
"Let's get in the car and talk," Fang Zhiwei said as he walked. "After the printing machine is shipped back, it will be taken to a secret base we selected. There we will start trial production, spend one to two months making plates, and then start printing." "How do you ship the printed products?" Fu Guang asked eagerly.
"This depends on your smuggling ship, and transporting the cargo to the high seas. Then Jacob's people will take over and transport it to places like Europe, North Africa, South America, and East Asia and Southeast Asia." Fang
He pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "The unified price is twenty to one. Private price reduction is not allowed, cross-regional sales are not allowed, and private cross-selling is not allowed."
"This will be a counterfeit currency sales network all over the world. From the Americas to Asia, from Northern Europe to Australia, our customers will be spread across five continents, and our counterfeit currency will be circulated around the world."
"No." Fang Zhiwei said with a smile, "What we print is either counterfeit money or real money!"
Fu Guang took a breath of air, and a golden avenue seemed to appear in front of his eyes.
"Mr. Fuguang, what do you think of this business situation?" Fang Zhiwei asked calmly.
Jacob asked, "Do you want to cooperate?"
Fu Guang looked at Fang Zhiwei, then at Jacob, pursed his lips and nodded fiercely.
"Very good. I see that you are someone who can do great things." Fang Zhiwei laughed and extended his hand, "Let the three of us join forces to become bigger and stronger together and create greater glory!"
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Fuguang slapped his palm heavily, "Become bigger and stronger, and create greater glory!"
Jacob also put his palm up, "Let's create a money empire!"
The three hands held each other tightly, and the three of them laughed.
In the distance, a telephoto lens was focused on them.
With the continuous sound of the shutter, this picture is frozen in one photo.
After agreeing on the intention to cooperate, the three of them were in a good mood. Jacob invited Fang Zhiwei and Fu Guang to visit the arms black market.
Jacob came to buy a printing press this time just to try it out. He came mainly to buy arms.
The three people got in the car and headed all the way to the underground arms black market in Eastern Europe.
"The political situation in Eastern Europe was turbulent before and after the collapse of the Soviet Union, and a large amount of arms stored during the Cold War were resold." Fang Zhiwei looked at Fu Guang with a smile, "As long as you have money, you can buy anything on the black market."
"Brand-new AK47 rifles, sold by the ton, rocket launchers, explosives, machine guns, mines, grenades, everything."
Fu Guang's eyes widened, "You sell everything?"
"Of course." Fang Zhiwei raised his eyebrows, "I'll open your eyes in a minute. Hong Kong Island is too small to accommodate a big dragon."
Fu Guang frowned and began to think, but after a while, he found that he didn't even have time to think.
"This is it." Fang Zhiwei jumped out of the car and spread his hands, "Welcome to the arms black market. Here, you can buy all types of weapons, provided you have enough money."
Fu Guang stared at the endless square with his mouth agape, filled with people and bustling with excitement.
A large number of guns are piled up like mountains, like garbage, and the people passing by don't even bother to take a look.
Rows of tanks are arranged neatly, and from time to time someone climbs up and down to check the status of the vehicles.
Not only tanks, Fuguang also saw armed helicopters, fighter jets, and even a heavy truck loaded with missiles.
"A medium-range ballistic missile with a conventional warhead can be purchased for US$5 million." Fang Zhiwei reached out and patted the huge single missile.
Fu Guang carefully stroked the smooth surface of the missile, "Is there a nuclear bomb?"
"Yes, starting from US$100 million." Fang Zhiwei sneered, "But if you want someone to guarantee your purchase, not everyone will sell it."
Jacob interrupted and said, "Why buy a nuclear bomb? It's expensive and impractical."
"I want to buy it for fun, can't I?" Fu Guang retorted somewhat uncomfortably.
Jacob laughed and pulled someone over, "Does this friend of mine have a nuclear bomb?"
The man shook his head, "Do you want a nuclear submarine?"
Fu Guang was dumbfounded, "There are also nuclear submarines? How much does it cost?"
"Do you want the one with missiles or without missiles?" The man looked at Fu Guang seriously and asked tentatively.