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Chapter 71 Corporate Culture Wall

The helicopter landed smoothly.

As soon as the propeller stopped, three burly men came forward and carried the three barrels of color-changing ink into the factory.

Lu Yiming then picked up his canvas bag and followed Vance off the plane.

He squinted and looked around. The scenery was beautiful, with clear waters, lush mountains, and fragrant flowers.

I never imagined Fremont had such a paradise.

"We change locations every year to ensure absolute safety."

Vance walked along, introducing the place with a smug tone.

"Of course, we are able to make a living here thanks to the support of some long-term clients."

Old customers?

Lu Yiming really wanted to ask which long-term clients they were. But he was new to the business, and asking too many questions might make him seem like he had ulterior motives.

Vance seemed to see through his thoughts and turned to smile.

"Come on, let me introduce you to our clients."

Lu Yiming was somewhat taken aback.

This is treating him like he's no outsider!

Just then, a line of words appeared before his eyes.

[Heisenberg's gift comes to an end]

[Rationality +1, Chemistry Knowledge +1, Pride +1.5, Greed +1]

Passing through the factory area, you'll find a hidden gem inside.

Several gravure printing presses hummed to life. Four shirtless, burly men were carrying pallets of Franklin.

The four of them looked up at Lu Yiming at the same time.

"In our line of work, we can't have too many people; too many people will easily expose us."

Vance said as he walked.

"But I pay each of my brothers a very high salary, $300,000 a month, plus sales commission, and full insurance."

Lu Yiming clicked his tongue twice in his mind.

Wow, that's quite a generous offer.

Unlike some leaders surnamed Gu who only make empty promises.

He surveyed the surroundings of the factory.

Several load-bearing pillars were secured with white boxes, presumably containing explosives. If these boxes were removed, the entire factory area would be detonated.

The two went up to the second floor, and Vance pushed open a door.

"These are our customers."

Lu Yiming paused, noticing that over a dozen photos were prominently displayed in the room.

Pointing to the first photo, Vance proudly introduced it:

"This is a Colombian drug lord, a figure of absolute authority in South America."

"This Mexican gang, which smuggles weapons, seems to be making a big move recently."

"This is a priest from a cult in the United States. They are the largest cult in the country."

Lu Yiming's eyebrows twitched when he saw the photo clearly.

He didn't recognize the person, but he recognized what the person was holding.

Lazarus is an inverted cross entwined by an ouroboros.

Sure enough, this cult is truly ubiquitous; their presence can be found everywhere.

He continued looking at the photos, and the more he looked, the more outrageous they became.

Politicians, drug lords, warlords, cult leaders, and a few Middle Eastern bigwigs wearing white headscarves.

Goodness, do counterfeit money rings have "corporate culture walls" these days?

These large-denomination counterfeit banknotes are not meant for human spending. No matter how realistic they are, the serial number will expose them.

Their real purpose is to engage in arms deals with fringe powers or to disrupt a country's financial order.

Why did Vance bring him to see all this?

Based on his past behavior, he should be a cautious person and shouldn't be showing newly recruited guys around core secrets.

Then he saw a large face with a slicked-back hairstyle.

Holy crap, it's so bright I can barely open my eyes.

"And this is...?"

"I know it without you telling me." I never expected that the most powerful post-80s generation on earth would also be here.

Is it for the purpose of building up foreign exchange reserves?

Vance smiled with narrowed eyes: "Hey, I know him pretty well. I even helped him smuggle a Maybach last time."

Lu Yiming's lips twitched.

How does he usually take care of himself? Does he drive to Dandong?

He was a little taken aback by the last photo.

A middle-aged white man with a hooked nose and thin lips. In the lower right corner of the photo, there is a line of small print: In Memoriam.

"Epstein? Wasn't that guy dead?"

"So I changed his photo to black and white."

"Ahem... Have you ever been to the island?"

"Then I can't tell you. Oh, by the way, I still haven't asked your name. It's okay if you don't want to tell me."

Lu Yiming replied, "My name is Li Wen."

Vance smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Li Wen, now let me see what you're capable of. I trust Quentin's judgment."

"no problem."

With his hands in his pockets, Lu Yiming subtly pressed the red envelope icon for "Peerless Counterfeit Money" on the screen.

In an instant, he felt his fingers become much more nimble, and knowledge of painting and counterfeit money flooded his mind.

Vance, without making a sound, led him to a drawing board in a corner of the factory.

An elderly man wearing reading glasses sat by the easel, with a string of magnifying glasses hanging around his neck, and various carving knives and pens spread out beside him.

"Let me introduce you. This is Uncle Kevin, our board maker. You two will need to work together from now on."

Kevin glanced at Lu Yiming.

"So young, is he really capable?"

"Whether it works or not, we'll find out by trying," Vance said, hands on his hips.

Kevin nodded, stepped aside, and pointed to the US dollar tracing on the drawing board, which was divided into dozens of small squares.

"The first step in making counterfeit money is to imitate it."

Every single hair and dot on a real banknote must be drawn one-to-one. The entire process must be done by hand; a photocopier cannot be used, as even the most sophisticated photocopier will leave moiré patterns.

Finally, the image is scaled down proportionally and transferred to a copper plate, which is then used for intaglio printing.

Vance picked up the small square and waved it in front of Lu Yiming.

"We originally had two sets of master plates, but one of them got scratched on the front a while ago and needs to be re-engraved."

There must be a flawless copy.

"If you can draw it, I'll give you $200 million right away, plus $35 every month."

Lu Yiming almost lost his composure.

Well, I guess I don't need to be a policeman anymore.

They offer real money, unlike some people who just make empty promises about promotions.

"Try drawing a picture of Franklin first."

Lu Yiming rolled up his sleeves, walked to the easel, and picked up a fine brush.

"Pay attention to the brow bone, pupils, bow tie..." The old man wanted to give a few more reminders, but before he could finish speaking...

Lu Yiming has already started writing.

The pen tip glided across the paper, and I barely looked at the reference diagram.

With a single stroke, the lines are perfect, and the direction of the hair and the details of the pupils unfold under his brush.

Uncle Kevin opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He put on his reading glasses and leaned closer to examine the drawing board.

"That's rare...that's rare..."

Having lived most of his life, he had seen at least eighty to a hundred painters.

Even a seasoned craftsman with forty years of experience needs time to contemplate before putting pen to paper.

This kid doesn't even need to look at the paper before he starts writing; he's just as good as them, both fast and excellent.

He carefully took two steps back, afraid of disturbing Lu Yiming's painting.

"How is it? Does it work?"

Vance was also surprised. The young man's wrist moved with the rhythm of a master craftsman, rising and falling with every stroke.

Kevin hissed, unable to hold back.

"Young man, tell me the truth, have you ever done this kind of work before?"

Lu Yiming continued writing, replying casually, "I've drawn some sketches before."

Vance grinned, about to clap, but then withdrew his hand.

Looks like I've struck gold.

He winked at Kevin, then tiptoed down the stairs and waved to his bespectacled henchman.

"What was wrong with this guy's phone just now?"

During the two hours Lu Yiming was unconscious, he had already had a surveillance virus installed on that phone.

"No, I didn't do anything."

Vance pressed further, "Is the plane transmitting any location signals?"

"No. Looks like this guy really isn't an undercover agent. I had Officer Mike and Butcher from the mob inquire, and they both said that no police have ever been to Quentin's gym."

Vance breathed a sigh of relief, his brows unfurrowing.

"Looks like I was overthinking it."

Just as he turned to go upstairs, the henchman spoke again:

"But boss... Lazarus replied that they didn't receive the shipment from last night."

Vance stopped in his tracks and remained silent for three seconds. "Sigh." He finally gave a bitter laugh.

"Looks like Quentin has already been arrested."

"Boss, how did you know? Quentin got arrested, so who's that kid upstairs?"

"It might be the police, or it might not. Contact that person in the state and ask them to help us investigate."

Vance shook his neck and looked towards the second-floor art studio.

"The new master copy is too important to us. Once he finishes drawing it, we'll destroy it..."