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

Ding Jianguo held a magnifying glass and looked at the character "陆" (Lu) so tiny it was almost invisible, becoming more and more satisfied with it.

Lu Chen is such a thoughtful guy.

Just as Lu Chen said, although this batch of "bait" money was intended to lure criminal gangs, it would eventually be released into Jiangbei City.

They need to consider not only the present, but also the future.

With Lu Chen as a hidden marker, they could exchange real money for counterfeit money made by Lu Chen and his team, and then safely enter Jiangbei.

Once the case is completely solved, anyone who received counterfeit banknotes marked with the character "陆" can exchange them for an equivalent amount of genuine banknotes at any bank in Jiangbei City.

This would not cause any loss to the people of Jiangbei City, and the police action would not cause social panic.

This completely eliminates any worries.

If this case is successfully solved, then Lu Chen will undoubtedly be the number one hero of their police station.

Unfortunately, Lu Chen wasn't part of their police system, so he could only receive some commendations and material rewards.

Ding Jianguo felt that this was somewhat unreasonable.

Fortunately, Lu Chen's wife, Jiang Xue, was also at their police station, and Lu Chen and Jiang Xue were a united couple.

When writing the case report, it's acceptable to highlight Jiang Xue a little more.

"Okay, I will contact all the banks in the city in advance to ask them to cooperate with our recovery plan."

"Alright, since the first sample is fine, let's get started!" Lu Chen clapped his hands and glanced at the group.

"Director Ding, according to the plan, we'll print one million units first, right?" Lu Chen turned to look at Ding Jianguo.

"That's right." Ding Jianguo nodded.

This amount of one million was determined after discussion; if too few were printed, it might not attract the other party's attention.

However, if too many are printed, the later recycling of these counterfeit banknotes will become a problem.

Therefore, limiting the amount of counterfeit money to one million is the most appropriate.

"If there are no problems, one day is enough for us to print a million copies."

Lu Chen's eyes held a hint of excitement that no one else noticed.

Lu Chen never imagined that he would one day have the opportunity to print one million counterfeit Xia Guo banknotes.

I thought I would never be able to complete the tasks given by the system in my lifetime.

Now, by some strange twist of fate, it seems I can complete the system task.

For a whole day and night.

The machines in the warehouse were almost constantly running.

Lu Chen, Tang Sancheng, and the other three took turns on duty.

When I'm sleepy, I lean against the wall and take a nap; when I'm hungry, I eat a few bites of boxed lunch.

When the last batch of counterfeit banknotes slid out of the intaglio printing machine and were stacked on the worktable, everyone breathed a sigh of relief as they looked at the neatly stacked "finished products".

[Host detected to have completed system task: Producing one million counterfeit banknotes!]

[Congratulations, host! You have completed the task assigned by the system and have been awarded two chances to draw a blind box.]

A mechanical electronic prompt sounded in Lu Chen's mind.

Lu Chen's heart skipped a beat, followed by a surge of joy. He had actually completed the mission.

He knew in his heart that the system's original intention might have been to let him print money and spend it himself.

It propelled him headlong down the path to becoming a top criminal.

But the system probably never dreamed that it could legally produce counterfeit money.

This allowed Lu Chen to complete the task without any legal risks.

This maneuver was a perfect example of exploiting a bug.

Although Lu Chen was overjoyed inside, he remained outwardly calm.

Now is not the time to check the rewards.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, and refocused his attention on the counterfeit money.

After a while.

"Counting complete, a full million, not a single bill missing." Old Chen put down the counter in his hand.

His voice was hoarse but filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Although they printed no less counterfeit money before their arrest.

However, they have never printed counterfeit banknotes with such precision.

Lu Chen walked over, randomly picked out a few sheets from several stacks of finished products, and examined them one by one under the light.

The watermark is clearly layered, the security line is precisely positioned, and the gloss of the color-changing ink is almost perfect.

The results in every aspect met expectations.

He nodded in satisfaction, then turned to the others and said, "Thank you all for your hard work. This one million is more than the target."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Sancheng plopped down on the ground, panting heavily: "Engineer Lu, I've been in the printing business for decades, and I've never been this tired, nor have I ever felt this exhilarated."

Old Chen leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette he had given them, took a deep drag, and looked at the neatly stacked counterfeit bills with a complicated expression: "To be honest, at first I wondered how capable a young man in his early twenties could be? Now I'm truly impressed."

"Mr. Lu, your skills are something we could learn for a lifetime."

Others echoed this sentiment, their words filled with admiration.

A moment later, the door to the workshop warehouse was pushed open, and Ding Jianguo strode in.

He immediately spotted the neatly stacked pile of counterfeit money on the worktable.

He strode over, picked up a stack of papers, and examined them several times. His expression changed from surprise to joy, and then from joy to deep awe.

"Xiao Lu, this million... has it all been printed?" He looked up, his voice filled with disbelief.

"It's all printed," Lu Chen nodded. "You can have someone count it again to make sure there's not a single one missing."

Lu Chen dared not say anything else, but the system said that he had printed a million in counterfeit money, so it must have reached a million.

Ding Jianguo waved his hand: "No need to count, I trust you."

He paused, his gaze shifting from Lu Chen to the four prisoners, his voice becoming serious.

"You guys have done a great job, and on behalf of the Jiangbei Municipal Public Security Bureau, I would like to express my gratitude to you."

The four people were stunned for a moment, somewhat at a loss.

Tang Sancheng quickly stood up: "Director Ding...we are gods who have sinned, and it is our blessing to have the opportunity to atone for our sins."

Ding Jianguo nodded, took out a document from his briefcase, unfolded it, and said, "According to the criminal law of Xia, if a prisoner performs meritorious service during his imprisonment, he can apply for a reduction in his sentence."

He paused for a moment and continued, "You participated in this secret police operation and completed the tasks we assigned you. I have recorded this truthfully. Once this case is completely closed, it can all be recognized as meritorious service."

Even the usually easygoing Old Chen was a little embarrassed and said, "Director Ding, the printing of this batch of counterfeit money was mainly thanks to Engineer Lu."

"We just assisted a little; we didn't put in much effort."

They knew that without Lu Chen leading them, they didn't know when they would be able to complete this mission.

Ding Jianguo waved his hand: "Although you are the assistants, Lu Chen also told me that without your help, he could not have printed this million counterfeit bills so smoothly and quickly. So you deserve some credit for this."