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"Jiang Chen, that kid, really knows how to play the game. He printed ten thousand copies of this one piece of scrap paper tonight, and tomorrow that'll be five hundred million!"

In the suburbs of Nam Giang Province, there is an abandoned printing factory that reeks of ink and rust.

A one-eyed man with a face full of scars and a black eyepatch over his left eye was excitedly flicking a stack of newly printed "Jiang Family Special Supply Grain Coupons" in his hand.

Under the dim light bulb, the counterfeit tickets, from the beige color of the paper to the gold-stamped rice stalk pattern on the edges, looked exactly like the genuine ones.

The one-eyed man shook his head smugly, his mouth stretching to his ears.

He thought his imitation was flawless.

In pursuit of ultimate realism, he even sent someone to the Jiangjia Village exchange point to retrieve several discarded packaging papers and send them to the laboratory for composition analysis.

They spent a lot of money to acquire a special type of paper with a feel that was more than 80% similar to the original.

But he never dreamed that every grain coupon printed by Jiang Chen was infused with a kind of micro-light anti-counterfeiting watermark that was completely invisible to the naked eye, using the system's black technology.

That watermark is generated based on quantum entanglement technology, and each one has a unique code that cannot be copied at all.

"Boss! We're going to strike it rich this time!"

A skinny thug, as thin as a monkey, stared at the mountain of counterfeit tickets, his eyes gleaming with greed.

He sidled up to the one-eyed man, rubbing his hands together excitedly.

"Tomorrow! Tomorrow we'll take this stuff to the black market and exchange it for money!"

With a wave of his hand, the one-eyed man grabbed several stacks of counterfeit tickets and stuffed them directly into the thug's arms.

"Damn it, what are we waiting for tomorrow!"

"You and Er Mao, take these few hundred bills and go check out the black market!"

The one-eyed man exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes filled with malice.

"Remember, target those out-of-town idiots and make a quick buck!"

"Yes, boss!"

The skinny hoodlum and another guy named Er Mao, carrying hundreds of counterfeit bills, excitedly climbed into a dilapidated van and sped off towards Qinghe County.

The next morning.

In an inconspicuous teahouse on the outskirts of Qinghe County.

This is the largest underground trading point in the surrounding counties, a melting pot of all sorts of people.

Skinny Monkey and Er Mao found a corner to sit down and quickly spotted a coal mine owner with a non-local accent and a big gold chain around his neck.

The two leaned closer and whispered mysteriously.

"Boss, you look unfamiliar. Want to try something good?"

The coal mine owner's eyes lit up, and he immediately pulled them into a quiet private room.

"Do you have the Jiang family's grain coupons?"

"Hehe, boss, you know your stuff."

Skinny Monkey pulled out a fake ticket from his pocket and handed it over.

"Just got it from our internal channels, look at its condition."

The coal mine owner took the grain coupons, examined them over and over for a long time, and even, as rumored, smelled them under his nose.

It's flawless in both feel and details.

But he was still not at ease, so he took out a palm-sized black device that looked like a mobile phone from his Hermès bag.

This is a portable ticket verification machine that Jiangjia Village specially distributed to its core partners.

"Brother, don't mind me, I'm just always cautious."

The coal mine owner smiled and pointed the instrument at the fake ticket.

Skinny Monkey and Er Mao exchanged a glance, their faces beaming with confident smiles.

They didn't believe that a piece of paper could reveal anything.

However, the moment the eerie blue beam of light emitted by the instrument swept across the ticket!

"Beep—beep—beep—!"

An extremely piercing red alarm suddenly erupted from that small ticket machine!

The sound was so sharp it felt like it was going to pierce your eardrums!

Almost at the same time!

In the command center of Jiangjia Village, a huge screen suddenly displayed a blood-red warning box!

"Alert! Counterfeit grain coupons detected at the coordinates of 'Qinghe Teahouse'! Target identified!"

Sitting in front of the monitor, Ding Xiu looked at the two thugs who were still in a daze on the screen, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

He didn't even get up; he simply spoke into the walkie-talkie beside him, issuing instructions in a completely emotionless tone.

"Team A, close in."

Inside the teahouse's private room, the coal mine owner was startled by the alarm.

Skinny Monkey and Er Mao's expressions changed drastically. They knew something was wrong and turned to run away!

But they hadn't even reached the door yet!

"Bang--!"

The heavy solid wood door of the private room was kicked open from the outside!

Amidst the flying sawdust, Wang Dagou, a burly figure like a black bear, led a dozen or so black-clad security guards wielding riot batons as they charged in like wolves!

"Dare to provoke the wrath of the gods?!"

Wang Dagou roared, giving the other party no chance to react!

He lunged forward, his large, fan-like hand grabbing the skinny monkey's head and slamming it hard onto the coffee table!

"Bang!"

The other security guards also acted swiftly, rushing forward and quickly pinning Er Mao to the ground.

The whole process was smooth and swift.

Not a single word wasted.

They were immediately slammed to the ground and rubbed against each other, a crisp sound of bones cracking rang out, and the arms of the two thugs were twisted into bizarre angles.

"ah--!"

Screams like those of a pig being slaughtered echoed through the teahouse.

Five minutes later.

In the basement of the teahouse.

Ding Xiu slowly wiped a strangely shaped scalpel in his hand, without even looking up at the two thugs who were hanging up and writhing in pain.

He simply tossed a tablet computer in front of the two of them.

On the screen, a live monitoring video is playing clearly.

The scene depicts the abandoned printing factory on the outskirts of the provincial capital.

Above the printing plant, a black, ghost-like drone hovered silently.

In the corner of the screen, there was a blood-red countdown that was constantly jumping.

"You have two choices."

Ding Xiu's voice was as flat as if it were frozen.

"First, tell me everything you know."

Second, wait for this countdown to end.

Ding Xiu paused, then looked up and revealed a cruel smile.

"Then, I'll send you and your leader to heaven together."

The skinny monkey stared at the countdown on the screen, which was steadily approaching "0," and then looked at Ding Xiu's emotionless eyes. His mental defenses crumbled instantly.

With tears streaming down his face, he recounted the story of the one-eyed man's hideout, along with his ancestors for eighteen generations, leaving no stone unturned.

Late that night.

In an abandoned printing factory on the outskirts of the provincial capital.

The one-eyed man was embracing two glamorous women amidst a pile of counterfeit tickets, dreaming of becoming rich and having women on both sides.

suddenly!

"Boom—!"

A deafening roar, like muffled thunder, suddenly came from above the factory!

The entire dilapidated factory trembled violently under this terrifying sound!

The one-eyed man was startled awake and was about to start cursing.

A terrifying gust of wind suddenly poured down from above!

"Splash—!"

The thin sheet metal roof of the entire factory was blown away by an irresistible force!

The cold moonlight, mixed with the blinding beam of the helicopter's searchlight, instantly illuminated the entire factory as if it were daytime!

The one-eyed man and the two women screamed in terror.

They looked up in alarm.

Three black armed helicopters were hovering overhead in a triangular formation.

The hatch opened, and a dozen figures dressed in full black tactical gear and wearing night vision goggles, looking like death gods from hell, descended from the sky along the rappelling ropes!

The one leading them was none other than Ding Xiu!

The one-eyed man was so frightened that he dropped the cigarette in his hand onto his crotch, burning him and causing him to scream.

A foul-smelling liquid flowed down his trouser leg and onto the floor.

I peed.

Ding Xiu landed without even glancing at the one-eyed man who was paralyzed with fear.

He lifted his foot, his military combat boots stomping heavily on the mountain of counterfeit grain coupons on the ground.

It was crushed hard.

Then, as if he were picking up a chick, he used one hand to forcefully lift the one-eyed man, who weighed over 200 pounds, off the ground.

Ding Xiu's face was close to the one-eyed dragon's ear, his voice as cold as if it came from the deepest hell.

"They've even started counterfeiting in Jiangjia Village?"

"You've got guts."

Ding Xiu threw the man to the ground and coldly waved to his men behind him.

"Tie them up tightly and take them to the police station."

"Tell the person inside to spend the rest of his life working hard at a sewing machine and contributing to the country."

The scandal involving counterfeit grain coupons was swiftly and decisively suppressed.

The prestige of Jiangjia Village was once again elevated to a sacred and inviolable level in those dark corners.

From then on, no one dared to have any designs on anything from Jiangjia Village.

Just when everything in Jiangjia Village was getting on track and thriving.

A special person quietly returned to Qinghe County.

Outside the Qinghe County Detention Center.

"Creak—"

The heavy iron gate slowly opened.

A young man with a buzz cut, wearing a faded, cheap prison uniform, and a timid look in his eyes walked out of the door carrying a tattered plastic bag.

The glaring sunlight made him squint instinctively.

He took a deep breath of the fresh air outside, but his face showed no joy; instead, it was filled with confusion and fear.

This man was none other than Jiang Wei, the eldest cousin of Jiang Chen's family, who had driven back to the village in a BMW X1 to show off, only to be personally sent to a labor camp by Jiang Chen.

Just as he stood at the door, unsure of what to do next.

A black Audi A8 silently and steadily stopped in front of him.

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Jiang Chen's calm and expressionless face.

Jiang Chen looked at his cousin at the door, who was so emaciated that he was almost unrecognizable, and spoke calmly.

"What are you standing there like an idiot at the door for?"