Sitting in the office, all the newspapers contain news about Otis City.
The George family is now in a desperate situation. John has been accused of illegally manipulating the newspaper industry and obtaining huge financial benefits. He has been temporarily confined in the Imperial Capital No. 1 Prison, waiting for the court hearing. Mark, the next generation head of the family who has high hopes from Mr. John and is very thoughtful, is still in the detention room of the police station and cannot get out for the time being.
Coupled with the destruction of the special press agency, the entire George family was in panic and had almost lost their original effectiveness.
Without the George family and the feature press, would the newspaper industry in this empire be over
impossible!
There cannot be just one smart person or a family of smart people in this world. There are so many smart people that they are almost too numerous to count. At such a moment, the newspaper industry in Kansas, which had just ceased due to prosecution, once again launched the slogan of forming a "newspaper alliance". At the same time, almost most newspapers began to poach the George family. Those expatriate reporters are the best resources. They are willing to provide more commissions and more subsidies as long as these people are willing to change jobs or provide them with press releases.
If the promotion and isolation of those tycoons is the sharp edge from the top, then the behavior of these people is the sharp edge from the bottom. People may not feel anything at the beginning, but by the time they discover it, it is too late.
Dulin asked the city hall to call them to publish these press releases, and gave them a certain amount of compensation. He also hinted that they did not have to pay for publishing the news, and they might also make profits from it.
So with the help of a few dozen to a hundred gold bullets, the news was published in newspapers with a little reputation and reading throughout the empire. It doesn’t matter whether there are pictures or not. What’s important must be on the first page, the first article, referred to as the front page headline.
Du Lin, who should have been happy, didn't see much happiness on his face because he had a token in his hand with a face value of five yuan.
This is already the fourth day of full business in Odis City. Last night, the third day, his token company conducted the third cash settlement with all investors and merchants holding tokens. The tourists who came to Otis City from outside in three days contributed a total of 51.97 million Empire Star Yuan to the city, and he didn't count the fraction. This should have been a happy thing, but when the tokens were being sorted, someone discovered about three thousand tokens with the same number.
The appearance of these tokens is not much different from those minted by Dulin. Except for some slight flaws in some details, they can be said to be exactly the same. But he was still able to discover that these tokens were fake, not just because of the serial number, but because of the anti-counterfeiting technology.
These tokens of Dulin have been treated with a special process. When these tokens are placed together with obsidian crystals, a trace amount of obsidian crystals will catalyze the reaction, that is, steam will be emitted. He did not disclose this to anyone, just to ensure that the tokens would not be counterfeited as much as possible.
It is actually impossible to say that it will not be counterfeited. After all, even the imperial currency is being manufactured, let alone such a seemingly low-tech token
"Three thousand yuan...", he shook his head, "Yesterday it might have been three thousand yuan, then today it might be thirty thousand yuan, and the day after tomorrow it might be three hundred thousand, three million or even thirty million." He slowly stood up and walked. When he came to the window, the bustling and noisy city showed no abnormality at all because of the three thousand yuan, but Dulin knew that some people could no longer sit still.
There were still people in the office, three more people, Dover, Haight, and the person in charge of the casino yesterday.
"Go and check, check quietly. These three thousand yuan are just a test of the water. Once they find out that we don't know that there are counterfeit coins in the warehouse, they will not be able to control their greedy and stupid desires. Don't check those who use the tokens. Look for those who are selling or exchanging money with passers-by. I believe these people must exist. Find these people and follow them. I really want to know who wants to challenge me on my territory!”
Du Lin had a hunch that this person, or this organization, was definitely not a small force, because it was impossible for a small force to make the template of the token in such a short period of time, so that it would have the same weight as possible. This requires enough financial resources and manpower to support it. Gun printing equipment is not cheap, and it is not easy to buy. The other party must have a big conspiracy. He already had several guesses in his mind, but saying it now would disrupt their thinking and work direction, so he had to wait until those people couldn't help but jump out!
With his order, some characters who were usually hard to spot took action. They had no clear goals and were dressed exactly like outsiders. They kept wandering around the station and outside the city circle, looking for Du Lin to tell them. clues.
Scott was a member of the hometown association and an employee of the security company. He followed Keena's request and wore flashy clothes, carrying a suitcase and looking around. This was the second day of his mission. Keena told them that whoever found the person they were looking for would have their salary doubled. This was what Du Lin had told them. So he not only has a desire for money, but also respects Dulin, constantly appearing and disappearing.
Just when he thought he might not gain anything today, he put away his trolley suitcase and walked towards a booked hotel, a man suddenly grabbed him.
"Sorry to bother you, do you know where I can exchange the tokens for cash?"
The person who pulled him was a very ordinary young man, sweating profusely, in his early twenties. Scott answered this simple question, "You can go to the token company to exchange cash, but this There are a lot of people there these days, so you have to wait a while." He was about to leave, but the man held him back.
The man looked at his watch and said anxiously, "Hey, man, my father is sick. I have to rush back and don't have time to exchange it. I have..." He took out a pocket specially used for holding tokens. There is a reed at the bottom of the pocket, so you can take them out one at a time, or you can open the bag and take them all out. He counted it and said, "I have one hundred and four dollars here, and I'll give them all to you. Just give me ninety dollars and that's enough."
Scott's eyes lit up, "No problem..."
The two walked into the alley.
At the same time, in a private space on the fourth floor of a casino, several very well-dressed men sat at the gaming table, surrounded by more or less young girls, serving them drinks and holding Smoke or paradise. These people were looking at the cards in their hands intently, and from time to time, they would lightly push a pile of money onto the gambling table that ordinary people might not be able to earn in their lifetime.
The game was over, and while everyone was taking a break, another dealer came in to replace the previous dealer, "Dear guests, good evening, I will deal the cards for you next. If you Dear guests, please let me know if you have any requests, and the casino will do its best to fulfill them.”
An old man sitting on a high-backed chair frowned and asked, "Where was that person just now?"
"Because the game time for you and all the guests has lasted for two hours, my colleague is a little exhausted. According to the rules of the casino, the dealer will be changed every two hours. If you still want my colleague to do it for you After dealing the cards, I will invite him back and continue to host the game for you." The croupier answered politely and politely, and the half-old man frowned and waved his hand.
Lack of energy
It doesn't exist. It's just that when the dealer was sorting out the chips for these customers, he discovered that there was a stack of 500-yuan tokens that felt slightly different. He calmly took down a chip and was now on his way to the supervisor's office.
If the chip is fake, he may get the biggest bonus of his life!
When the storm comes, it is not so violent, but there is always thunder in the subtleties!
Late at night, Du Fu came back from outside in high spirits. He was holding a blue bag in his hand, and there was a loud sound of chips colliding inside. He sat down on the sofa, picked up the apple on the coffee table and took a few bites. While chewing, he said vaguely: "That guy's name is Coster, a Westerner, and he has been living in Namirindes for the past few years." He's a loan shark over there, but it seems he's not the person we're looking for. Do you want to meet him? "
A smile finally appeared on Du Lin's face. He patted his legs and stood up. "Then what are you waiting for?"
On the way to the suburbs, Dufo told Du Lin that a total of more than a dozen threads had been caught in the city in the past two days, but most of these threads pointed to different families. These people have been investigated clearly, and they don't have the ability to suddenly dare to do such a business, which shows that they are just demolishing their homes. The real mastermind behind the scenes is someone else. Compared with others, Coster is obviously the most suitable to be captured, because his private life is very chaotic, and no one will find it strange if he disappears for two or three days.
In the hay house in the suburban pasture, Dulin saw Mr. Coster.
He was wearing a yellow shirt with some red spots as embellishments, bright red. He looks to be in his fifties, a little thin, with gray hair. There are two wrinkles between his eyebrows, giving people the feeling that he is angry all the time.
When Du Lin walked into the hay house, he also raised his head and looked at Du Lin.
"Mr. Coster, please tell me who your last family is?" Dulin was still very polite. After all, he was the mayor. He could no longer hit or scold him easily and had to be reserved.
Coster chuckled twice, shook his head, and lowered his head again. It seemed that he was not going to cooperate.
Du Lin did not get angry and asked Dufo in a very calm tone, "Does Mr. Coster have a family, parents or relatives?" Dufo nodded, "Very good, bring them all."
"Let them reunite one last time!"
(End of chapter)