The sky is falling!
"Crazy?"
"So expensive?"
"impossible!"
Hearing Wang Zhen's price of Baijing, Bo En and others let out a burst of exclamation.
In 2014, the Zillow index of real estate agencies in the United States showed that in October 2014, the house price in New York was 521,000 US dollars, and the national average was 173,000 US dollars.
But the area of this set of houses is 2,700 feet, almost 260 square meters, so it's no wonder that Bourne and the others were surprised.
Of course, Wang Zhen didn't explain that the house here has only 70 years of property rights, so there is no real estate tax, and the people who save it will ask why the house you bought with money is not yours...
I can't explain it clearly.
Anyway, Wang Zhen's excitement is over now.
Penny!
I counted it in the car before, 3 million US dollars, and the golden retrievers started to distribute it to everyone.
Wang Zhen looked at the 42 stacks of US dollars piled up in front of him. As long as he didn't think about the housing price in Baijing, his mood immediately improved again.
Picking up a stack of banknotes and twisting them in your hand, listening to the banknotes making a rattling sound, it's extremely pleasant... to the ear?
Wait, why does it feel wrong?
Wang Zhen frowned slowly, his heartbeat accelerated again, and his breathing was heavy.
Quickly took out a piece of money from the stack of money, and wiped the money lightly with his fingers, and immediately felt a slippery feeling.
This greasy feeling made Wang Zhen's eyes darken and his head dizzy.
Shaking her head vigorously, when she opened her eyes again, her eyeballs were all red.
Reluctantly, he took out another one, without having to compare it under the light. When he twirled his fingers, it was still slippery.
Large beads of sweat ooze out of his head uncontrollably, and Wang Zhen's lips start to tremble.
It's broken, it's broken, Wang Zhen kept muttering, trembling, picked up a few packs again, this time he didn't bother to smoke, so he just reached in and touched...
"Fuck you!!" With a depressing low voice, Wang Zhen slammed the wad of money in his hand on the floor with a 'bang'.
The Golden Retriever and the others were startled, and when they turned their heads, they saw that Wang Zhen was in a bad state. His face was pale, his head was sweating profusely, his eyes were blood red, and his lips were trembling...
"What's wrong?"
"Qian..." Wang Zhen opened his mouth, only to find that his voice was hoarse, "It's fake."
Everyone: "..."
The room fell into dead silence. No one spoke, and they all stared blankly at Wang Zhen. After a while, the donkey suddenly yelled, "Impossible!"
"I also hope it's impossible." Wang Zhen showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and lay on the floor crookedly, not wanting to move.
Tired, destroy it!
Wang Zhen lay down, but the others went crazy. They picked up the money and began to distinguish it carefully. They immediately discovered the problem, and there were screams, curses, and roars one after another.
For each stack of money, only the top and bottom 5 pieces are genuine, and the rest in the middle are all fake money.
Obviously, after the Malay gang got the news, they were not prepared to make a good deal. They either cheated or cheated, or if they couldn't, they cheated!
It is impossible to bring several currency detectors to count one by one at the transaction site. 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 constraints on underground transactions, but reputation is very important.
After all, if you break the law, you only need to bear the legal responsibility, but in the underground world, you can only wait for a bullet to the head.
It's just that today's incident was a special case, and they were caught up by the scythe team.
The workmanship of the counterfeit currency is not fine, the watermark is blurred, the gravure is rough, and of course, it is not directly printed by an ordinary printer.
If the counterfeit U.S. bills are divided into ABC grades, A grades can fool ordinary money counters, B grades can fool the hand, and this version of counterfeit bills is C+ grade.
It's just that Wang Zhen has to collect banknotes many times a day, and it's impossible to carry a banknote counter with him. It's useless to collect counterfeit currency once in a day, so after a long time, he has practiced the hand feeling of touching money, and he can tell whether it is true or not.
Until the landline in the living room rang, Golden Retriever walked over to pick it up. It was the hotel customer service who called. They were too loud, and they were complained by people upstairs and downstairs.
"Okay, stop arguing. Complain to the hotel. If there is any more noise, someone will call the police." After the golden retriever hung up the phone, he yelled, and everyone quieted down.
It's just that the anger on each face is still there.
3 million becomes 300,000...
If the income is only 300,000, then everyone will be very happy, it is more than the commission of the two missions, but now they have fallen from heaven, this feeling is simply too bad.
"These damn drug criminals, Mare Fake!"
"It's really too cheap to kill them. I should torture them severely."
"All drug offenders deserve to die. They all deserve to go to hell. Burn these guys to death!"
After venting the curses for a while, it became dull, and everyone was lying on the floor like Wang Zhen.
"Wang, is there a way to find this group of local drug criminals? I'm going to kill them." Bourne asked through gritted teeth.
"Don't think about it. After such a big incident, you must have gone into hiding." Wang Zhen knew what Bourne was thinking, to wipe out drug criminals and steal money, but this was impossible.
There are more drug criminals in the United States. If robbing drug criminals can get a lot of money, someone would have done it long ago.
Not to mention whether it can be found, the local police will not agree. A wave of drug offenders will only bring the place into a period of chaos.
It's not that drug criminals cannot be caught, but there must be a plan and a quota...
After the money was divided, they went back to their rooms. Wang Zhen's money was temporarily deposited with Burne, and the other people's money would be transferred to their accounts in Monaco later. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
Wang Zhen didn't know the exact channel, nor did he bother to know.
Lie in bed and think about it. In fact, 42,000 US dollars is already a lot. Adding the 11,690 task commission points, one action is only for one night, and 53,000 US dollars is already his salary for 8 years of hard work.
Enough!
Sleeping, dreaming, all dreams are fake money...
...
During dinner the next morning, everyone was relieved from yesterday's incident. A group of soldiers, those with big hearts, and those with small hearts were all dead long ago.
While eating, they chatted about what happened yesterday. In the communication channel, they heard the conversation between Mountbatten and Wang Zhen. There were too many things happened yesterday, so they forgot to ask. Now I think about it.
Mountbatten talked about Xia Wangzhen's coquettish operation, and asked three times in a row, which made everyone look at each other in blank dismay.
The more veterans, the first reaction when encountering a grenade is to cover their heads and lie down or find a cover. This kind of unconventional routine can indeed achieve good results when used suddenly.
"I think the nickname of Wang has been given." Bayonet Kenan said suddenly: "How about a 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 that, "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's misunderstanding. It should be the kind of simple and honest nickname."
"It's deceiving, isn't it?" Joey the shovel said in a faint voice.
"How about calling you a wild boar?" Mountbatten interrupted suddenly.
Wang Zhen: "..."