"So much business and no money?"
Ma Xiaoguang's question to MISS Liu (Wu Qiuyi) was very unconfident.
"Don't worry about the dead, there are a lot of places to spend money..."
MISS Liu gave Ma Xiaoguang a beautiful roll of his eyes, and after accidentally saying a Wu slang, he began to scold him.
From the 100,000 yuan from Jiangcheng in the past year to the recent movie theater booking, from the purchase of equipment to the New Year's red envelope, Chief Ma's face turned red and white...
Even though Commander Ma was as thick-skinned as a city wall, he felt a little panicked for the first time.
He was doing a lot of work, but he only focused on using money. He didn't know how expensive firewood and rice were when he was not a householder. He didn't expect that intelligence warfare was also a costly job.
Sitting there obediently listening to Miss Liu's scolding, Chief Ma said nothing and could only listen attentively.
After much difficulty, MISS Liu finished reporting the running accounts and gave Commander Ma a figure, five hundred thousand oceans!
And it must be raised within two months.
"This will cost my life!"
After MISS Liu left, Ma Xiaoguang leaned on the sofa and complained to Fatty and Lao Li who had just come in.
"How about we rob the armored truck again?"
The fat man thought for a while and asked timidly.
"Ma Dan, can you be a little creative! We are agents, not robbers! We still need to do something technical!"
Ma Xiaoguang glared at the fat man and spat angrily.
"Yeah, you can't rob armored vehicles every day... and you won't be able to rob them for us!"
Lao Li said while handing the "Lao Dao" sign to the chief.
Chief Ma took the cigarette, lit it on his own, and smoked hard.
A few moments.
“It would be great if I could print tickets!”
The fat man who had been sitting across from Commander Ma for a while suddenly murmured.
"Printing notes?"
Lao Li asked with a smile upon hearing this.
"Hey! You are such a genius!"
When Commander Ma heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, he stood up suddenly, looked at the fat man excitedly and said.
"Do you really plan to print money?"
The fat man asked in disbelief when he saw this.
"The anti-counterfeiting measures for U.S. knives and British pounds are better, but I'm afraid it won't be easy to print them. Printing French currency would be like cheating our own people, and that won't work either!"
Ma Xiaoguang was whirling around with various thoughts while muttering to General Heng Ha.
“Then print yen?”
"Not even Japanese yen, that thing is pretty good at preventing counterfeiting."
"What to do?"
After some questions and answers, Ma Xiaoguang, who had originally received a shot of chicken blood, felt a little discouraged.
"I have to find one that is not so good in printing and easy to copy..."
Lao Li had finished smoking a stick of "Lao Dao", put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray and said.
"You can have this! Haha, as the saying goes, three cobblers are as good as Zhuge Liang, not to mention us three elite agents, brothers, we are going to get rich!"
Suddenly a light flashed through Ma Xiaoguang's mind, and he laughed and said to the two of them.
After saying that, he picked up the intercom phone on the table and asked Du Kexin from the accounting department to bring a stack of bills.
"Neon military stamps?"
Looking at the pile of poorly printed bills on the table, Fatty and Lao Li understood.
This is the 12th edition of the Showa era (1937) military stamp produced by the "Neon Cabinet Printing Bureau". It is the legendary "No. A ticket", divided into ten yen, five yen, one yuan, five yen, and ten yen and five. Kind of denomination.
Ticket No. A is poorly printed and has no printed quantity code, making it very easy to forge.
"If our superiors don't dismantle the White Party, we will leave a way for the liars in the world to survive!"
The fat man looked at the military tickets on the table, and his expression instantly became lively again.
The decision was made, and without further delay, Ma Xiaoguang asked Fatty to quickly inform the professionals - Shopkeeper Luo and Brother Guishou.
The two brothers now live not far away, on Foch Road in the French Concession.
Their hometown of Hangzhou has now fallen, so after completing their mission in Ningbo, the two brothers could only return to the isolated island in the concession, waiting for Commander Ma's call at any time.
Therefore, an hour later the fat man brought his two brothers to the Albert Road office.
"Printing notes?"
Shopkeeper Luo was stunned when he heard Commander Ma's instructions.
"Is there anything you can do about this military ticket?"
Ma Xiaoguang took out a military ticket and asked the two of them.
Brother Guishou took it with both hands, looked at it for a while and said: "This military ticket is rough in workmanship. If it were painted, it would definitely be fine, but this seal..."
"It's okay. If you need any equipment or raw materials, just ask. We don't have big money right now, but we can still move this small amount."
When Ma Xiaoguang heard Brother Guishou's words, he felt that something was going on and quickly expressed his stance.
"Master, although this military stamp is poorly printed and uses ordinary paper, it still needs engraving, color matching, and printing. I'm afraid it won't be successful in a short time..."
Brother Guishou thought for a while and finally mustered up the courage to tell the truth to his young master (Mr. Ma).
"Damn it, time doesn't wait for anyone. I thought it would be ready in a few days by turning on the machine."
He specializes in the art and has never done such work as printing counterfeit banknotes before. Commander Ma was a little dumbfounded this time.
"Is there any way?"
The fat man didn't give up and still asked expectantly.
"Of course, it's not impossible. We can use the method of imitating the Tang Dynasty engraving to make engravings. It's not a big problem to prepare the ink. The key is to find people who can print..."
"Each of us has his own strengths. We brothers are fine with the work we do, but the printing machine won't work."
Brother Guishou put the general ticket back on the table with both hands and replied with some apprehension.
After hearing Brother Guishou's reply, Ma Xiaoguang was not in a hurry, but just touched his chin thoughtfully.
"Brother Guishou, please quietly contact the brothers in Jianghu and ask if there is anyone around Shanghai who is good at printing."
Ma Xiaoguang walked back and forth a few steps and gave instructions to Guishou.
"There are printers around Shanghai... You don't need to ask anyone about this. I used to know a person in Fengxian, and I think the things he prints are good."
After Brother Guishou pondered for a moment, he reported to Ma Xiaoguang with some hesitation.
"Okay! Sure enough, there is a bright future in another village. Without further ado, Lao Li and Shopkeeper Luo go to the market to have a look. They mainly include old printing equipment and the like. Just take a look first and don't rush to make a move..."
"Brother Guishou, and Fatty, the three of us will go to Fengxian to meet the person you mentioned."
Ma Xiaoguang was delighted when he heard this and quickly assigned tasks to everyone.
The tasks are properly assigned to each other and they naturally act separately.
Driving the shabby Citroen, it took the three of them three hours to get to Fengxian.
"I've been here before Fengxian, but it wasn't as dilapidated as it is now."
Looking at the depressed streets, Brother Guishou said to Ma Xiaoguang with some emotion.
"This is normal. There are wars everywhere. How can a small county fare well?"
Ma Xiaoguang, in turn, comforted Brother Guishou.
The fat man didn't say anything. He looked like he was loyal to his master, and he was vigilantly observing whether there were any abnormalities around him and whether there was a tail behind him.
Fortunately everything is fine.
According to Brother Guishou's memory, the three of them came to a shop at the end of North Street.
However, the situation in front of them made the three of them a little stunned.
