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Chapter 299 Becoming Bigger and Stronger
"Make it bigger and stronger, make it bigger and stronger, Mo Zai!"

“Let’s go abroad. Listen to me. I’ll handle the gravure printing press and acid-free paper, and you can handle the color-changing ink and painting. We’ll be the richest people in the world abroad. Why would I need to inherit the family business? I’d rather not be the crown prince!”

"Give me two years, no, not even a year. I'll come back and buy my own house. Then I'll show my old man what it means to be a king or general!"

"Hahaha~~Hahaha~"

Lin Mo:
Wahaha, send me money, quick, advertising fees, or I'll sue you!

Ever since Miss Yuan discovered that he had personally drawn all these banknotes, she has become completely obsessed.

Of course, Miss Yuan was not puzzled as to why he had this skill, after all, he had already demonstrated his painting ability when he painted portraits of people when he was three years old.

It's just a difference between drawing people and drawing money; they're pretty much the same. After all, they're all drawing. And since it's drawing, what doesn't matter what you draw?
Seeing Miss Yuan with one hand on her hip and the other pointing at the roof, Lin Mo couldn't help but hand over a hundred trillion yuan: "Sister Yuan, this is all I have. Take it and go to the best hospital to get your brain checked!"

"Get out of my way, you're the one who's crazy! Hey? Heaven and Earth Bank has released new goods?"

Miss Yuan was initially furious, but her attention was quickly drawn to the banknotes in her hand. Although her family was wealthy, it was the first time she had ever seen such a large denomination of currency, which she found quite unusual.

"Not really. I checked the exchange rate, and I can still buy a bottle of mineral water downstairs," Lin Mo said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Miss Yuan casually tossed the 100 trillion to the ground, then picked up a knife and said, "This thing is good, draw more. No, it's too slow to draw. If only it could be photocopied. Alas, what a pity, a fake is a fake. If only it were real. Why aren't you Ma Liang with his magic paintbrush!"

In response, Lin Mo suddenly thought of the [Painter] skill description: whichever banknote he draws, the real one or the original one, enters the bank first.

Thinking of this, Lin Mo couldn't help but ask, "Sister Yuan, what do you consider real? What do you consider fake?"

"It really is real, right? At the very least, it should pass the money detector!" Miss Yuan said with some doubt.

Although Miss Yuan's family is wealthy, she doesn't know much about counterfeit money. She doesn't know the difference between real and fake; if it can pass the banknote detector, it's real.

After all, ordinary people aren't professionals, so they don't have that many ways to distinguish between different things.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo felt a slight itch in his heart. Although they looked exactly the same, who wouldn't want to own their own US dollar?

"Where can I find a money counter? My shop doesn't have one yet," Lin Mo said, somewhat embarrassed.

He wouldn't dare take that money to the bank, or even the supermarket downstairs; it's too risky for him to be monitored. He still needs to be aware of security.

"Huh? You really want to try it? Aren't you being a bit delusional? This thing doesn't even need to be tested. It's obviously fake!" Miss Yuan said disdainfully.

People tend to have preconceived notions. If Miss Yuan didn't know that these banknotes were hand-drawn by Lin Mo, she certainly wouldn't have thought this way. But after finding out, she felt that they looked the same, but a fake is a fake and wouldn't pass the banknote detector.

"Why not give it a try? Just think of it as a game. Besides, I've already drawn it, don't you want to see it for yourself?" Lin Mo tempted.

Miss Yuan:
Two minutes later, on the living room balcony.

"Yes, get a banknote counter. Remember, it has to be a multi-functional one that can verify multiple currencies."

After hanging up the phone, Miss Yuan excitedly said:

"Alright, I've already contacted Manager Ma. He said he'll send it over to us in a bit. I'd like to see what's going on. By the way, your painting is really lifelike! Talented people are amazing. If Chuanmei had your skills, she would have been famous long ago." Miss Yuan casually picked up a few banknotes from various countries from the ground, smelled them, and exclaimed.

It has to be said that even a rich second-generation like Miss Yuan is equally fascinated by the taste of money.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Sister Yuan is really reliable!"

"That's right, hurry up and draw a few more US dollars. This one doesn't feel good in your hand. We'll put them all into the money detector later," Miss Yuan said. She also wanted to see for herself how the money was drawn.

Hearing this, Lin Mo didn't hesitate. He sat down, picked up his paintbrush, and began to copy the artwork one-to-one, with incredible speed. Miss Yuan watched from the side, her mouth growing ever wider. "Did you print this out? It's so accurate, and so fast!"

Soon, a US dollar bill was hand-drawn right under Miss Yuan's nose, with every line and every detail perfectly replicated one-to-one.

"Wait a minute, this stuff is color-changing ink? You mixed it yourself? You can even do this!"

Miss Yuan picked up the last bit of paint he had left and examined it closely, and was greatly surprised.

“That’s right, it’s a knife music, of course it needs color-changing ink,” Lin Mo said matter-of-factly.

He naturally learned this skill after completing the prerequisites for the [Painter] skill; it's not that difficult.

"Why do I suddenly have a feeling that these knife paintings you made might actually pass through a banknote detector?"

Seeing this, even Miss Yuan began to waver.

Soon, Lin Mo drew several pictures in a row, and Manager Ma also acted quickly. In less than half an hour, he knocked on the door with a money counter.

"Mr. Yuan, I'll take the money counter you requested inside; it's heavy!" Manager Ma, eager to curry favor, said as he was about to enter.

"Don't move!"

Miss Yuan's angry shout scared Manager Ma out of his wits.

"Give me the things, you can leave now." Miss Yuan took the money counter and slammed the door shut.

If it weren't for the color-changing ink, she wouldn't have cared so much, but now it's different. Even she's starting to get excited. Naturally, this is something that can't be known to outsiders.

"Quick, quick, give me the money, let me try."

Miss Yuan, carrying the money counter, ran over with her short legs, then grabbed a few banknotes and put them inside.

'Brush brush'

As several banknotes passed smoothly through the money detector, the living room fell into a deathly silence.

"We...we have our own Knife Music?" Miss Yuan asked in disbelief.

This completely overturned her understanding. If she hadn't seen Lin Mo draw it with her own eyes, she would have thought that this kid was playing a trick on her.

Undeterred, she tried again and found it still worked.

"I'm going to make a fortune! I'm going to make a fortune! Wait a minute!" With that, Miss Yuan grabbed the only RMB on the table and put it into the money detector.

With a 'swish' sound, the banknote passed through. Miss Yuan then grabbed the hundred-yuan bill and declared, "Other countries' currencies are acceptable, but not the Renminbi! Watch me fight against injustice and refuse counterfeit currency. I'll start with myself! Patriotic fighter, inheritor of the red spirit, Yuan Meng reporting for duty!"

Seeing this, Lin Mo quickly said, "This won't do, stop!"

With a tearing sound, the banknote split in two.

Instantly, Lin Mo's eyes turned red, and he rushed forward:
"This one is real, really! How did you move so fast? Didn't I tell you to stop? This is the only real one in this pile!"

"You damn beast, you beast!"

Miss Yuan:
(End of this chapter)