He had just married a policewoman when he was diagnosed with criminal genius.

The next morning!

Ding Jianguo sent a car to pick up Lu Chen and take her to the police station.

The tools and materials that Lu Chen needed had arrived at the temporary factory ahead of time.

Tang San and his companions were puzzled as they saw the large and small bags being brought in.

Unable to resist his curiosity, Old Chen opened a package.

Old Chen's pupils contracted slightly, and he froze on the spot.

"Old Chen, what is it?" Everyone became even more curious when they saw Old Chen's expression.

"You'll see when you come over."

Seeing that Old Chen wouldn't say anything, the three of them decided to just look at it themselves.

Then the group saw the various tools needed for carving, as well as paintbrushes, magnifying glasses, and other supplies.

The four people looked at each other in bewilderment: "What is this thing?"

"Do you mean we have to draw it by hand?" Tang Sancheng asked, puzzled.

"Impossible, purely hand-drawn, that's simply a fantasy," Old Chen retorted.

As the last item entered the factory, Ding Jianguo came in and asked Officer Li, who was unloading the goods, "Is everything on the list complete?"

"Everyone's here, Director Ding."

Ding Jianguo took the list from Xiao Li and said, "Okay, go on out."

"Director Ding, what are these things for? We didn't ask for these things." Old Chen couldn't contain his curiosity and asked.

Ding Jianguo said calmly, "This isn't what you want; it's what someone else wants."

"He's going to use these things to make counterfeit money. For the next period of time, you'll be responsible for fully assisting him in completing his mission."

"You do whatever he says."

Upon hearing this, the four people immediately erupted in anger.

Originally, none of the four of them would yield to the others, but the reason they are now working together is mainly in the hopes of getting a reduced sentence through meritorious service.

But now, someone has appeared out of nowhere and wants to lead the four of them, making them their assistants.

This immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of several people.

Old Chen bluntly stated, "Who is he? Why should we listen to him?"

Tang Sancheng was quite shrewd. Instead of directly refuting Ding Jianguo, he chose to find another way to refute Ding Jianguo.

"Director Ding, look at what he wants. If I'm not mistaken, he wants to use hand-drawn illustrations to create a counterfeit banknote master copy!" Tang Sancheng said.

Old Chen quickly retorted, "What nonsense! Using hand-drawn illustrations? Who said that?"

Tang Sancheng continued, "Do you know that this is Xia Kingdom paper money? Just look at the anti-counterfeiting patterns, hidden marks, and microtext on it. They can even engrave five fine lines on a single hair. There are at least tens of thousands of real details."

Tang Sancheng's gaze swept over everyone: "One wrong stroke, and the whole page is ruined, beyond repair. Our Xia Kingdom may have some masters who can hand-draw, but I guarantee that such masters number no more than one hand."

Tang San slowly shook his five fingers, his eyes revealing the confidence of a seasoned veteran.

"Even if you can bring in such a talented person, it's hard to guarantee that he can complete the master copy in one go. It will take at least ten or even dozens of attempts to produce a successful master copy."

Tang Sancheng paused here, then looked at Ding Jianguo with a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "The problem is, can we afford to waste time?!"

He didn't explicitly say he wasn't welcome, but the implication was clear—they didn't trust this 'newcomer' who was about to be parachuted in to lead them, and they had no intention of giving him any credit.

Upon hearing this, Ding Jianguo's face darkened.

He knew perfectly well that these people were like that—arrogant and possessing an obsessive confidence in their skills.

If you can't do it yourself, you're certain that others can't either.

However, Tang Sancheng's words still felt like a thorn piercing Ding Jianguo's heart.

He couldn't help but waver: Was the difficulty of this master version really that great? Even they said it was a dead end, so could Lu Chen really get through it?

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

Lu Chen was brought here at this time.

"Xiao Lu, you're here!" Ding Jianguo gave a wry smile, shook his head at Lu Chen, and his eyes were full of "This is going to be difficult!"

Lu Chen understood that these people were clearly dissatisfied with him, the newcomer.

Lu Chen had already thought of this before he came.

It's impossible to get along with such a group of capable and arrogant people without getting a few cold shoulders.

But he showed no sign of fear, and said calmly, "Director Ding, leave the rest to me."

Ding Jianguo thought about it and realized he really didn't have any solutions. He could only trust that Lu Chen would have a way to deal with them.

"Hello everyone, my name is Lu Chen, you can also call me Xiao Lu. I hope we can get along well over the next few days and work together to complete the tasks assigned to us by the police station."

Hearing Lu Chen's words and seeing his incredibly youthful appearance, the group exploded like gunpowder.

"You think you can get a few old guys like us to listen to this young man, Director Ding? You must be joking with us." Tang Sancheng waved his hand dismissively.

"Lu Chen? Never heard of him. He's not even fully grown yet. Why should I listen to you?" Old Chen spat and mocked.

Then Old Chen looked at Ding Jianguo and said, "Director Ding, you can't hire an amateur like him. Has he ever made counterfeit money before?"

They stood with their arms crossed, their eyes filled with disdain for Lu Chen, the leader who had been parachuted in.

To get into this line of work, each of them had spent decades in the printing industry to gain some experience, even though they eventually went astray.

However, faking something isn't something just any young kid can do.

Lu Chen wasn't angry. He walked up to Old Chen, picked up the draft that Old Chen had just ruined, glanced at it, and suddenly asked, "Your technique is good. You know that the depth of the lines on the printing plate should follow the amount of ink."

Lu Chen changed the subject: "But you forgot that the thermal expansion and contraction of the old version of the rubber sheet would cause the central dots to enlarge."

He pointed to a corner of the design: "Here, half a strand of hair is stuck. If the whole printout were done, it would be a complete waste."

At first, Old Chen didn't take it seriously, but now his expression changed drastically. He stared intently at the draft, sweat beading on his forehead.

The problem Lu Chen mentioned was precisely the fatal detail that he had been unable to resolve.

As he spoke, Lu Chen casually took out a set of high-precision revised drafts that he had prepared the night before and spread them on the table: "Take a look at this."

The four people gathered around and saw that although it was only a small part of the drawing on the banknote, the curvature and spacing of every line on the revised version were accurate to the millimeter. In particular, the intricate anti-counterfeiting patterns were so smooth and flowing that they were practically works of art.

Old Chen's hands trembled slightly: "This...this was drawn by you?"

Lu Chen didn't answer, he just looked at them calmly.

Seeing that they were still hesitating, Lu Chen walked towards the gravure printing machine deep in the workshop.

"The machine base is off-center, the height difference between the four corners is almost two millimeters. You measured it with a level, right? But just adjusting the screws won't work, we need to use the stress relief method." As he spoke, Lu Chen took out a wrench and a precision shim that he had already polished in advance.

After crawling to the bottom of the machine, Lu Chen emerged just three minutes later amidst a series of unsettling metallic clanging sounds, dusting himself off.

"Try starting it up."