Wind Chaser: Rebirth in the 18th Year of the Republic of China

Wen Biao was puzzled at first, but after hearing his elder brother's explanation, his eyes immediately became full of admiration.

This is a great idea. Not only can we catch Wei Ruolai, but we can also gain control of the organization's printing process. It's like killing two birds with one stone. It's really smart.

"Okay, big brother, I'll do it right away."

Wen Biao immediately took the order and left, determined not to let his brothers delay his eldest brother's business.

After a while, Feng Junzhang came back from outside and sat in front of the two of them again.

He did not ask directly, but continued to test, "Who are you two?"

Shen Jinzhen glanced at him, took Wei Ruolai's hand, and showed him their relationship.

"The identity is what you see, but we have special means to get this process, just to make some money, you don't have to worry, as long as you pay enough money, the process will be yours."

Feng Junzhang looked at Mrs. Wei and didn't see any clues, but he still had to be cautious about this matter.

Seeing that he was still hesitating, Shen Jinzhen added fuel to the fire and explained to him the current situation of the organization.

"In the Soviet area, one Soviet currency is now equivalent to one dollar. When the time comes, you can print as much money as you want."

Feng Junzhang was somewhat tempted after hearing this, but thinking of the instructions above, he continued to test:

"This business is very complicated. You dare to take this thing out. Aren't you afraid that I will rob you?"

Wei Ruolai and Shen Jinzhen looked at each other and asked calmly, "Do you want to rob your fellow thieves?"

Feng Junzhang took out a gun from his waist and pointed it in front of Shen Jinzhen.

"Boss Wei, why don't you just tell the truth? Otherwise, I will kill your wife and bring you back for questioning. I'm not afraid that you won't tell me."

The moment he saw Jin Zhen being pointed at with a gun, Wei Ruolai unconsciously clenched his hands, and for a moment his heart was gripped with a knot.

Noticing something strange happening to the person next to him, Shen Jinzhen held his hand tightly under the table to reassure Wei Ruolai.

He couldn't really panic and let the other party see the clues.

She pretended to be panicked and said, "Boss Feng, don't mess around. Let's talk it over. Honey, just say it. It's just a process."

After hearing what Shen Jinzhen said, Wei Ruolai continued to act calmly. "The reason why the new version of Soviet currency smells burnt is because the ink inside contains special minerals." He said, taking out a piece of paper from his arms, "Here I have the composition and molecular formula of the mineral."

Feng Junzhang listened, his eyes slowly drawn to the paper in Wei Ruolai's hand, but before he could take a closer look, Wei Ruolai took it away and threatened him with the lighter on the table.

"Let my wife go, or else—"

Feng Junzhang saw his sincerity and immediately put away his gun, smiling, "Since you two are so sincere, it would be too unkind of me to do that. I will also speak frankly and give you the lowdown.

We were indeed the ones who were producing the counterfeit money, and I know the people who printed it, so I think they would be interested.”

Shen Jinzhen and Wei Ruolai looked at each other, and she lowered her eyes. It was exactly the same situation as in her previous life.

"Okay, then you can ask for a price for us. If we can reach an agreement, I'll give you 20%."

Wei Ruolai acted generous and gave up two cents of profit directly.

This immediately made Feng Junzhang smile, "Okay, okay, I'll go find them and help you get in touch. Why don't you find an inn to rest first? I'll let you know when I get the letter."