Hong Kong Film Intelligence King

Chapter 367 Smith's Plan
"You really want to wipe out the triads in Hong Kong?" Smith found it unbelievable.

In Western society, associations are a persistent problem.

It's not that solving the problem of clubs is too troublesome; the simplest reason is that the persistently high unemployment rate has directly created an abundance of fertile ground for the emergence of clubs.

Furthermore, community organizations also help maintain local order to some extent.

The wealthy look down on the poor.

Whether they live or die is none of the rich people's concern.

Why bother eradicating gangs when all that effort is wasted and no reward is given?
In addition, wealthy people also need to use gangs to do certain dirty things, and this kind of thing is maintained in a balance between various aspects.

Since the triads change every few years anyway, and it doesn't affect the rule of the Western government, it doesn't matter.

The most direct reflection of this phenomenon in Western societies is superhero comics.

Like Gotham...

It's simply unbearable to watch.

"Eliminating gangs is a thankless and arduous task."

"Do you really want to do this?"

Smith offered his advice.

James gritted his teeth and said:

"I can't control the officials in Chongqing, but I can control the gangs?"

"As Brother Dao said, stability is the top priority for Hong Kong as a free port."

"As long as there is stability, Hong Kong will prosper regardless of the system implemented."

"But if Hong Kong falls into instability, the wealth we have now will vanish into thin air."

Hong Kong is a tiny place with virtually no resources. If society is unstable, who would want to do business here?
Smith frowned and said:

"Isn't this something you should be thinking about?"

"The order that Fog City gave you was to amass wealth, right?"

James looked at Smith with a very strange expression:
"Brother Dao is in Hong Kong, do you think I would dare to do anything under his nose?"

Smith opened his mouth wide, then shook his head dejectedly.

Are you kidding me?
Even the Dude wouldn't dare to play dirty tricks in front of Wang Dao, so would a Telecommunications Agent like James dare to?

If Wang Dao gets angry, James might just disappear from the face of the earth at some point.

"I don't want to risk my life to test Brother Dao's bottom line."

James honestly shared his opinion with Smith.

Smith bluntly stated:

"I don't dare either!"

The two looked at each other and fell silent.

James sighed:
"If possible, I would certainly like to go back to Chongqing to investigate the blood plasma case..."

Smith warned:

"If you don't want to be shot multiple times in the back and commit suicide, then don't even think about it."

James said with a dark face:

"Mr. M warned me the same thing."

"He told me that a large company had warned him not to do such a thing."

"If that's really done, Mr. M might be the one to take action."

Smith joked:

"It seems your boss really appreciates you."

James said calmly:

“I sent him 240 little blue pills, and the medicine worked well.”

Smith was speechless.

So the root of the problem is here.

"I feel lost."

"I don't understand what my job actually entails."

"The education I received before was like a broken balloon, popping into seven or eight pieces."

"You wouldn't understand this feeling."

Smith was shocked:
"Are you kidding me?"

"What patriotism do we, as secret agents, talk about?"

"Making money is the top priority."

"patriotic?"

To whom are you loyal?

"The Foggy City? Or are they rich?"

"No matter who you're loyal to, those people can betray you with a snap of their fingers!"

"James, you need to remember that you're just doing a regular job."

"This job is not noble at all; it's just a way to earn money to support a family."

"That's all!"

James remained silent for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said:

"屮!"

Smith calmly said:

"Don't overthink it. Our work is not only not sacred, but it is actually quite dangerous."

James frowned and said:

"Your country's patriotic education is far more powerful than that of Chongqing."

"How could you say such a thing?"

Smith bluntly stated:

"In a place where everything is driven by money, loving money is fine, but loving your country is out of the question."

After a moment of silence, he finally spoke.

"You know the second director of the Bureau of Foreign Affairs, right? He was in power for nearly half a century."

"All presidents have been under his surveillance."

"The dirt he collected made all the big shots wary."

"While he was alive, no one dared to dismiss him."

"No one can guarantee how much dirt they have on me."

"You understand what I mean, right?"

"In this vast, ugly country, on the supreme Capitol Hill, and in the magnificent White House, not a single person dares to claim innocence."

"In other words, they all have a dark past that could have ended their political careers."

"And it is this group of people who hold high positions in the Ugly Country."

"They keep saying they're doing this for the sake of the Ugly Country..."

"He's just a clown."

"Having experienced something like this, what do you think I would think?"

"I love the Ugly Country, but does the Ugly Country love me?"

Smith sneered.

He tore open a huge wound in the United States with the calmest words!

James was speechless.

"Perhaps a few individuals still harbor illusions about the United States."

"However, I am not included in this!"

"For me, making money is the top priority."

"Becoming a capitalist is the top priority."

"If one day I am not unable to stand on Capitol Hill."

Smith openly declared his ambition.

James shook his head:

"The filter is shattered all over the place."

Smith said bluntly:

"James, you are not a qualified agent."

"Don't let yourself be brainwashed by various propaganda slogans, or you will become a tool for others to rule."

James fell silent and sincerely thanked Smith:
"Thank you!"

Smith sighed:
"Why are you saying thank you?"

"Who wasn't once a patriotic young man with dreams in his heart?"

“I know you’ll have a hard time letting go of your emotions right now.”

"But I have to tell you."

"This is the truth of the world."

"Whether it's the Ugly Country or the Fog City, they don't care about ordinary citizens."

"Perhaps there are countries that truly care about their citizens, but unfortunately, our country is not one."

James got up and took out his treasured whiskey. The two clinked glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

Smith said to James:
"Spend more time with Wang Sheng whenever you have the chance."

"In Hong Kong, he is the real big shot."

"The tycoons of Chongqing can never beat him."

Sooner or later, they will have to bow down and submit.

James nodded repeatedly:
You're right.

Smith chuckled:
"So we can look out for each other in the future."

“I have convinced Wang Sheng to give me the exclusive rights to Okamoto, South Korea, and Luzon.”

"Oh right, and I also got Wanwan from my hometown."

"I heard from Wang Sheng that the economies of these regions will experience rapid development, and the little blue pill will be enough for me to become a rich man."

James frowned and said:

"These countries and regions are all within the sphere of influence of your Ugly Kingdom. Our Fog City basically has no influence in Asia anymore."

"Are we going to sell the little blue pills to India?"

"Spare me! They're just a bunch of horny dogs; they'll crawl into any hole they can find!"

Smith shrugged:

"And Singapore too!"

"If you dare to dream, you'll always find something."

James thought for a moment and said:
"Okay, but I need to give Brother Dao a pledge of allegiance first."

Smith reminded him:

"Then you'd better hurry. According to the intelligence I've received, the Dude is very interested in this business."

James gritted his teeth and said:

"How could such a respected gentleman have the nerve to snatch food from our hands?"

Smith said speechlessly:

"The scent of banknotes is enough to transform any gentleman."

"Besides, what is a gentleman without money? Just a vagrant!"

"Only those with money can be called gentlemen!"

James quickly asked:
"Is there any intelligence you have that I can use?"

Smith thought for a moment and said:
"It really does."

"But it wasn't smuggled; it belonged to a counterfeit money ring."

Do you need it?

James was overjoyed:
"Yes!"

Smith shrugged:

"Come on, follow me to the mountainside." The Ugly Kingdom's consulate is located on the mountainside.

The ambassadors or consuls of the United States are generally not professional diplomats; they are mostly employed for a fee.

In other words, as long as you bet on the right thing and have money, you can become a diplomat.

Incidentally, every embassy of the United States in other countries has a military presence, and not only are there troops stationed there, but they also carry firearms.

The only exception is that the embassy in his hometown has only one garrison and no firearms.

The consulates of the United States are usually also the offices of its foreign military intelligence agency.

Smith's office was inside, but he didn't meet with the consul anyway; the consul was just a figurehead to share the burden of his attacks.

"Let me look, I found it!"

Smith flipped through the documents for a while, then casually handed one to James.

"It was by chance that we came to this case."

"The other party is counterfeiting US dollars."

James suddenly realized why Smith had taken notice of this case.

If these counterfeiters were making Hong Kong dollars, Okamoto yen, Annamite rupees, or Tokyo pounds, they wouldn't be targeted by the United States, since they're the ones making US dollars!
It was like walking right into the line of fire.

"According to our intelligence, these guys are no ordinary people."

James was taken aback:
"How to say?"

Smith took a sip of coffee and said slowly:

"Their technical level is very high, they even have gradient ink, and the base plate or special paper they use is not much different from real US dollars."

"Or rather, there is almost no difference."

James was taken aback, then blurted out:

"impossible!"

"Specialty paper is regulated, and once someone else uses it, there will definitely be traces."

"Besides, the real originals are all in the hands of the banks. Where do they get these things?"

"Most importantly, the US dollar has world-class anti-counterfeiting measures. A single gradient ink technique has stumped 99% of counterfeiters in the world."

"How can this be?"

Smith shrugged:

"That's why I said this group of people is unusual."

James suddenly said:

"Are you using your public and private time for your own purposes? I thought you were really going to give me a good case."

Smith shrugged:

"The US dollar is an international currency. Once the US dollar is damaged, other currencies will also be affected."

"That's without a doubt."

"I won't hide my personal motives; this is a win-win situation."

"Since you're going to give Wang Sheng a pledge of loyalty anyway, this might be the best option."

James said irritably:
"Thank you very much."

Smith chuckled:
"You're welcome."

James said speechlessly:

"You really think I'm thanking you?"

Smith answered seriously:

"I'll take that as your way of thanking me."

The two of them burst into laughter at the same time.

James asked:
"Are there any more specific clues?"

Smith shrugged:

"According to our intelligence, this group of counterfeiters is in Hong Kong, and even their factory is in Hong Kong."

"But we can't find them."

"You'll need to find these rats."

"Furthermore, the things you previously suspected are also things we suspected."

"I consulted relevant experts in the United States, and they said that such exquisite US dollars are so realistic that they can be mistaken for genuine ones."

“If you’re not an expert in the field, it’s easy to be misled.”

James was increasingly surprised:
"so smart?"

"Then why don't you go and arrest them?"

Smith's expression was grave:
"We only received intelligence about this group of counterfeit money dealers six months ago."

"Then, five months ago, we found one of the counterfeit bills they made."

James looked at Smith incredulously:
"Are you kidding?"

Smith sighed:
"no!"

"These guys are geniuses; they actually made incredibly realistic fake US dollars."

"But these guys are also cautious enough."

"They've only made two deals so far."

"It was during their last transaction that we subtly caught them red-handed."

"They're confirmed to be in Hong Kong!"

James felt like he was listening to a fairy tale:
When did such a master appear?

Smith said speechlessly:

"I want to know too."

James took a deep breath and asked:
"Are you sure you're giving me credit, and not making me suffer?"

Smith put his arm around his shoulder and said:
"Although I want to use your help to track down that group of counterfeiters, I believe you will definitely succeed."

James told the truth:
"I have very little confidence."

Smith sighed:
Use your brain.

"We've always been outsiders, so it's very difficult for us to track down counterfeit money dealers."

"But some people are different."

James asked, puzzled:

"Who?"

Smith shrugged:

"Who else could it be?"

"Wang Sheng!"

"Everyone in Hong Kong knows that he comes from a triad background and is now the richest man in Hong Kong, with an astonishing amount of resources at his disposal."

"If someone wants to find someone in Hong Kong, it's like finding a needle in a haystack."

"However, Wang Sheng is looking for someone..."

Do you find it difficult?

James was overjoyed:
"Smith, you really lived up to my reputation!"

Smith chuckled:
"Now you know how good I am to you, right?"

James suddenly changed his expression and said:

"I wanted to pledge my loyalty to Brother Dao, but instead you want me to ask Brother Dao for help?"

"What are you planning?"

Smith said speechlessly:

"Wake up, don't overthink it."

"You're supposed to be a high-ranking special agent, how did you learn psychology?"

"If you know that someone has helped you, then their feelings for you will be different from those for others."

"The more you ask for someone's help, the more likely they are to agree."

"Understood?"

James was skeptical:
"Really?"

Smith sighed:
"When have I ever lied to you?"

James chuckled coldly:
"You've been lying to me all this time, haven't you?"

Smith said speechlessly:

"You bastard, believe it or not!"

James shrugs:

"I'll trust you for now. I'll talk to you again after I get back from Brother Dao, depending on the outcome."

Smith said lazily:
"Don't worry, Wang Sheng also wants financial stability in Hong Kong."

"Just go, you'll definitely succeed."

James snorted coldly:

"It better be this way."

After saying goodbye to Smith, James went straight to Wang Dao's office.
"You've come at the perfect time. I have fifteen minutes of free time before I have to get something to do."

James quickly explained what had happened.

Wang Dao laughed and said:
"Smith's idea is quite practical, and according to his plan, it should succeed."

"As for this case..."

"My suggestion is that you first visit Chen Taotao, the head of HSBC."

James was taken aback:
"Visiting Chen Taotao?"

Why should we visit him?

The Kingly Way, with its profound meaning, said:
"Do you think an ordinary person could print such exquisite counterfeit money?"

James looked thoughtful, his eyes widening as he stared at Wang Dao in disbelief.

"Brother Dao, you mean the only ones capable of doing this are banks?!"

Wang Dao shrugged:

"No, what I mean is, someone who can make a fake so realistic is definitely an expert, or at the very least has banking experience."

"This is a deduction based on common sense."

"Why don't you go ask HSBC?"

"I'll give you a call and have Chen Taotao fully cooperate with you."

James quickly thanked them and rushed to HSBC's executive room.

Chen Taotao was working with a band-aid on his face.

James was momentarily dazed. HSBC was no longer the HSBC of Chongqing; it had changed owners.

I wonder where Shen Daban has gone. If the other party saw this scene, how would they feel?
After listening to James's words, Chen Taotao replied with certainty:
"Making counterfeit money is not difficult; basically, a printing press is all you need."

"But it's very difficult to make such exquisite counterfeit banknotes!"

"It is necessary to have guidance from professionals."

"Ink, paper, printing plate, and various anti-counterfeiting measures must all be thoroughly understood."

"It's really not easy for the average person to do this."

"My assessment is that only bank employees could possibly achieve a level of sophistication that would be difficult for non-professionals to detect."

James exclaimed:

"Are you saying this group of counterfeiters is affiliated with a certain bank?"

Chen Taotao shook his head:

"It may not be a bank, but there must be people who used to work in banks behind it."

"The simplest point is that the real original is not something that ordinary people can get their hands on."

"In addition, special papers and gradient inks require extremely strong professional experience."

"As far as I know, there are only three or four companies in the entire Hong Kong that can achieve this level."

James asked:
Standard Chartered?

Chen Taotao shook his head:

"No, they are banks owned by American capital!"

(End of this chapter)