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Chapter 147: Printing money and printing money

But these have nothing to do with Gao Ning, he is considering another issue.

Can I still be arrested after I finish serving a sentence?

Tan Cheng's value has been confirmed and he is indeed a Class A criminal.

So as the number one male protagonist in the movie, his value will be at least equal to that of Tan Cheng.

If you include him, he will be the fifth Class A criminal caught.

"master!"

Gao Ning stretched out his hand and patted him. He deliberately showed a bit of hesitation on his face. He stared at the rearview mirror and said, "You look familiar to me. What do you call me, master?"

Song Zihao froze and forced a smile: "Sir, you must have mistaken the person. I just arrived not long ago!"

"oh!"

Gao Ning nodded clearly: "I'm sorry, maybe I admit my mistake!"

Song Zihao smiled stiffly, said nothing, and quietly stepped on the accelerator a little harder.

[The target has no corresponding crime level and cannot be captured]

Gao Ning was thoughtful.

Sure enough, I couldn't catch him.

In this case, Song Zihao only has one value left, and that is his previous connections.

For those who do underground business, their face is their business card.

The credibility and reputation he has built up through years of hard work represent channels in the underground world, and channels are money!

It is precisely because of this that Tan Chengcai did not hesitate to use force to try to make him surrender.

If Song Zihao can be brought under his command, Gao Ning will have made up for the last shortcoming. Then he won't have to worry about anything and can make a lot of money every day.

But now Song Zihao is holding his breath and wants to be a good person to his younger brother.

Even Tan Cheng and Xiao Ma couldn't shake his determination, let alone an outsider.

Therefore, Gao Ning did not open his mouth to solicit, but leaned directly on the seat, slowly closed his eyes, and seemed to be resting with his eyes closed.

Seeing Gao Ning's actions, Song Zihao breathed a sigh of relief.

He was really afraid of being recognized again.

From his point of view, every more familiar person from the past means one more obstacle on his way to becoming a good person.

Gao Ning once again focused his attention on the control panel, as the backing plate merged with the printing cabin.

A pattern of banknotes appeared in the product column, and two raw material icons popped up below, acid-free paper and color-changing ink.

With a sudden thought, Gao Ning took out several twenty-dollar bills from the safe and put them into the papermaking hut and chemical laboratory respectively.

The papermaking hut started working directly. The chimney was emitting white smoke. The progress bar above the head slowly changed from red to green, and it was moving forward from scratch.

Every ten minutes the cabin operates, one hundred Hong Kong dollars will be deducted from the total amount.

The speed is neither slow nor urgent, as if it will last forever.

Gao Ning briefly calculated the time and found that it was less than 50,000 yuan per day, which is trivial.

On the other side, the chemical laboratory also quickly calibrated the color-changing ink and began to produce it at a reduced cost.

Looking at the progress bar, it seems to be faster than a paper mill.

The amount deducted is thirty yuan every ten minutes.

It seems that the technical content of color-changing ink is far less than that of acid-free paper itself.

In fact, the paper used for banknotes is very different from ordinary paper.

US dollar bill paper has more than 70% cotton content, and the remaining 30% is not only flax fiber, but also a very special tree fiber.

These tree species are extremely unique and are managed extremely strictly, making them impossible for outsiders to obtain.

Even if you spend a lot of money to get it, you can't get the fine processing technology.

Therefore, even if these counterfeit banknote groups outside try their best to surprise someone, they will still be able to tell the difference when the banknotes are in their hands.

But it's different here in Gaoning. The existence of the Q-version prison itself is unreasonable. The paper-making hut can also deduct money to obtain materials out of thin air. If there are banknotes, the paper itself is used as a sample, and the paper produced will definitely be 100% the same.

Plus color-changing ink, a system-repaired pad, and a universal printing press in the cabin.

Gao Ning dares to assert that as long as the finished product can be authentic, the only flaw is the serial number, which may appear on the anti-counterfeiting strip.

But these are all small things.

Song Zihao's nerves were always tense. Although he appeared to be calm and relaxed physically, in fact, he was watching Gao Ning from the corner of his eye through the rearview mirror.

I'm afraid that this guy will suddenly reveal his identity and it will end badly.

Knowing that Gao Ning dropped the banknotes and got out of the car, Song Zihao breathed a sigh of relief, quickly turned around and left quickly.

Gao Ning could no longer care about him at this time, because the ship had already appeared in sight.



When Song Zihao drove back to the Kin Kee dealership, it was already completely dark. Several of his colleagues had gone back, and only the repairman, Lao Li, was left in the dealership sitting at the door eating a packed lunch.

"Brother Hao, are you so late today?" Lao Li said hello with a smile.

Song Zihao responded with a smile: "I went to the pier, why did I have to eat so late? The car is very troublesome? Do you want to help?"

Lao Li shook his head nonchalantly: "It's no trouble. It's just old problems. I can just fix them myself. No help is needed.

By the way, Uncle Jian came to you before and said that the person you asked him to inquire about has been found!"

Song Zihao's eyes lit up: "Really? I'll go find him!"

As he was about to walk inside, Lao Li quickly said: "Uncle Jian has already gone back before you can wait. If you are in a hurry, why not make a call?"

"makes sense!"

Song Zihao nodded, dug into his pocket and took out two coins, then turned and walked towards the public phone booth at the door.

At this moment, with the harsh sound of brakes, a car stopped suddenly at the door of the dealership, and then a man rushed out.

His eyes were red, and he grabbed Song Zihao like an angry lion, slammed him against the wall, and shouted: "Song Zihao, did you do what happened to Tan Cheng?"

Lao Li was so startled that he jumped up and subconsciously called Brother Hao.

The man glared over and shouted: "What do you want to do? The police are on duty!"

Lao Li was stunned on the spot and felt a little at a loss for a moment.

Song Zihao waved his hand hurriedly, indicating that he didn't need to worry about this matter.

"Ajie..."

"What Ajie? Call me Sir! Do I know you well?" Song Zijie said loudly.

Song Zihao nodded with difficulty: "Okay, sir! I'm just a taxi guy now. I don't do those things anymore. Now I just want to live a good life and be a good person. Don't force me, okay?"

"Am I forcing you?" Song Zijie smiled, just because he heard some ridiculous remarks. "Don't worry about anything else. I want to ask you, does Tan Cheng's matter have anything to do with you?"

"Can you tell me first what is going on?"

"Stop pretending to me! Don't you know? Tell me!"

Song Zijie stared.

Song Zihao was speechless.

After the two were in a stalemate for several seconds, Lao Li hesitantly raised his hand and interjected: "That...I know!"

"What?"x2

The two Song brothers turned their heads at the same time.

Lao Li was stabbed by the sharp eyes of the two people and said subconsciously: "Brother Hao, you may not know that the news has spread. In the afternoon, Tan Cheng, the general manager of Dafugui Group, for some reason, was in the elevator

He killed two of his men and then disappeared!"

"Huh?" Song Zihao's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.

Song Zijie sneered: "Even he knows, how dare you say you don't know? I think you most likely asked someone to do this. Where is Tan Cheng? Tell me!"


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