After hearing what Wang Zhen said about the housing prices in Baijing, Bourne and others let out a burst of exclamations.
In 2014, the American real estate agency Zillow Index showed that in October 2014, the house price in New York was US$521,000, and the national average was US$173,000.
But the area of this house is 2,700 feet, almost 260 square meters. No wonder Bourne and the others were surprised.
Of course, Wang Zhen did not explain that the houses here only have 70-year property rights, so there is no property tax. The provincial people asked why the house you bought with money was not what you said...
Can't explain clearly.
Anyway, Wang Zhen's excitement is over now.
Split the money!
I had counted it in the car before, 3 million US dollars, and started to distribute the golden retrievers in piles to everyone.
Wang Zhen looked at the 42 wads of U.S. dollars piled in front of him. As long as he didn't think about the housing prices in Baijing, his mood immediately improved again.
Picking up a pile and twisting it in his hands, he listened to the clicking sound of the banknotes. It was extremely pleasant... to his ears?
Wait, why does it feel wrong?
Wang Zhen frowned slowly, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated again, and he breathed heavily.
He quickly took out a piece of money from the pile, rubbed his fingers lightly on the money, and immediately felt a smooth feeling.
This greasy feeling made Wang Zhen's vision darken and his head feel dizzy.
He shook his head vigorously, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyeballs were red.
Reluctantly, I took out another picture without holding it up to the light to compare. I turned my fingers and found that it was still smooth.
Large beads of sweat broke out uncontrollably on his head, and Wang Zhen's lips began to tremble.
It’s broken, it’s broken, Wang Zhen kept muttering, trembling, and each picked up a few stacks again. This time he was too lazy to smoke, and just reached in and touched...
"Fuck you!!" With a suppressed curse, Wang Zhen slammed the wad of money in his hand to the floor with a 'bang' sound.
The Golden Retrievers were startled. They turned around and saw that Wang Zhen was in something wrong. His face was pale, his head was sweating profusely, his eyes were blood red, and his lips were trembling...
"What's wrong?"
"Money..." Wang Zhen opened his mouth and realized that his voice was full of hoarseness, "It's fake."
Everyone: "..."
There was a sudden silence in the room. No one spoke. They all stared at Wang Zhen blankly. After a while, the donkey suddenly shouted, "Impossible!"
"I also hope it's impossible." Wang Zhen showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and lay on the floor with his body tilted, not wanting to move.
Tired, destroy it!
Wang Zhen lay down, but the others went crazy. They picked up the money and began to analyze it carefully. They immediately discovered the problem. Suddenly, screams, curses, and roars came one after another.
In each pile of money, only the top and bottom five are real, and the rest in the middle are all fake money.
Obviously, after the Malay gangs got the news, they were not ready to make a good deal. They would either take advantage of others or, if not, cheat!
It is impossible to bring several currency detectors to the transaction site to count them one by one. Normally, they are long-term transactions. For both parties, a stable transaction channel is much more valuable than 3 million US dollars.
Therefore, there is no possibility of counterfeit banknotes.
There are no legal restrictions on underground transactions, but reputation is very important.
After all, if you break the law, you only have to bear legal responsibility, but in the underground world, the only thing you can wait for is a bullet to the head.
It's just that what happened today was a special situation, and we were caught up by the Scythe Team.
The workmanship of the counterfeit currency is not fine, the watermark is blurred, and the intaglio is rough. Of course, it cannot be printed directly by an ordinary printer.
If counterfeit U.S. bills are divided into ABC grades, grade A can fool ordinary money counting machines, grade B can fool the hand, and this version of counterfeit bills is grade C+.
It's just that Wang Zhen has to collect banknotes many times every day, and it's impossible to carry a banknote counter with him. If he collects counterfeit money once, it will be in vain. So over time, he has developed the feel of handling money, and he can tell whether it is genuine or fake by just touching it.
Until the landline phone in the living room rang, Golden Retriever walked over to pick it up. It was a call from the hotel customer service. They were calling too loudly, and people upstairs and downstairs complained.
"Okay, stop making noise. Complain to the hotel. If you make any more noise, someone will call the police." Jin Mao hung up the phone and shouted loudly, and everyone became quiet.
But the anger on everyone's faces is still there.
3 million becomes 300,000...
Everyone would be very happy if they only earned 300,000 yuan, which was more than the commissions from the two missions. But now that they have fallen from heaven, this feeling is simply terrible.
"These damn drug criminals, fuck Fuck!"
"It's really too cheap to kill them. I should torture them severely."
"Drug criminals deserve to die. They all deserve to go to hell and burn these guys to death!"
After venting curses for a while, it became boring, and everyone lay on the floor like Wang Zhen.
"Wang, is there any way to find this group of local drug criminals? I will kill them." Bourne asked through gritted teeth.
"Don't think about it. If such a big thing happened, he would definitely be hiding." Wang Zhen knew what Bourne was thinking about, killing drug criminals and grabbing money, but this was impossible.
There are more drug criminals in the United States. If you could get a lot of money by robbing drug criminals, someone would have done it long ago.
Not to mention whether the problem can be found, even the local police will not agree. The death of a wave of drug criminals will only cause the place to enter a period of chaos.
It's not that drug criminals can't be caught, but there must be a plan and a quota...
After the money was divided, they returned to their rooms. Wang Zhen's money was temporarily deposited with Bourne. Bourne would later find someone to deposit the other people's money into their accounts in Monaco.
Wang Zhen didn't know what the specific channel was, and he didn't bother to know.
Lying in bed and thinking about it, 42,000 US dollars is actually a lot, plus the 11,690 commission points for the mission, which is just one operation for one night, 53,000 US dollars is already the salary he originally earned for 8 years of hard work.
Enough!
Sleeping, dreaming, dreams are all fake money...
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During dinner the next morning, everyone had recovered from yesterday's events. A group of soldiers, both big-hearted and petty-minded, had long since died.
While eating, they talked about what happened yesterday. On the communication channel, they heard the conversation between Mountbatten and Wang Zhen. There were so many things that happened yesterday that they forgot to ask about it. Now they think about it.
Mountbatten told Wang Zhen's dirty tricks and asked three questions in succession, making everyone look at each other in confusion.
The more veterans you are, your first reaction when encountering a grenade is to hold your head and lie down or find a bunker. This kind of unconventional routine can indeed achieve good results when used suddenly.
"I think the king's nickname has been given." Bayonet Kennan suddenly said: "How about 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 this, "No, 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 to misunderstand. It should be a kind of honest and simple nickname."
"It's so deceiving, isn't it?" Shovel Joey's voice was faint.
"How about calling you a wild boar?" Mountbatten suddenly interrupted.