Chapter 534: Counterfeit Notes Exchanged for Japanese Gold

Who's there!

The Japanese soldier instinctively raised his gun at Chen Yongren and shouted.

Chen Yongren couldn't be bothered with talk, holding a Beretta pistol in both hands, he pulled the trigger at them; since he had unlimited ammo, he didn't have to worry about running out.

Bang bang bang~

A burst of intense gunfire rang out, muzzles flashing bright light, bullets precisely piercing their heads and chests, ensuring they were dead beyond death.

In just a few seconds, Chen Yongren ended the fight.

After quickly storing the truck and its raw materials in the system, Chen Yongren left Songhu for the factory in Jinmen.

Once everything was ready, Chen Yongren then started the machine.

Hummm~

A pleasant mechanical sound rang out, and sheets of paper printed with money appeared on the machine's output rack.

Chen Yongren casually picked up a sheet; the paper was slightly warm, and he took a strong sniff.

The smell of money is just pleasant.

For a moment, Chen Yongren felt the old man on the banknote was quite cute.

Chen Yongren immediately began cutting, taking a sheet and feeling it in his hand; the paper's texture was excellent, it didn't fade, and his fingertips could even feel the embossing on the bill.

Apart from not being printed by the Great Treasury Province, these counterfeit bills were virtually identical to genuine ones.

Watching the bills continuously spit out of the printing machine, Chen Yongren grinned happily; in just two or three seconds he could print exchange notes worth 20,000 yen.

If operated correctly, it could definitely devalue the yen to the point even its own mother wouldn't recognize it.

Chen Yongren began to think about how to send the fake bills to Japan, making the little devils suffer a double blow.

While the machine printed money on this side, Chen Yongren tirelessly cut the banknotes until dawn before stopping.

Roughly estimating, over those ten-odd hours the machine printed at least tens of millions of yen.

Damn it.

Printing money is indeed a great feeling.

At this moment, Chen Yongren sincerely wished he had a nuclear-powered printing machine that could endlessly print money, so he could quickly collapse the little Japanese currency.

He put away the machine and went out.

Chen Yongren dressed as a businessman and headed to the Jinmen Bank.

After all, ordinary people couldn't possibly have such exchange notes.

Chen Yongren took out one forged 200-exchange-note and handed it to the clerk behind the counter, speaking gently: "Miss, please exchange this for gold bars, hurry up—I need it for business."

"Haiyi!" the female clerk smiled and took the note.

She had obviously learned how to tell real from fake notes, holding it up to the light for a moment and then feeling its texture with her fingers.

Chen Yongren's expression didn't change.

The clerk looked a moment longer, then took the note and placed six gold bars one by one on the counter: "Sir, your gold bars, please take them."

Just this piece of waste paper actually got exchanged for six gold bars.

It's truly a ten-thousand‑percent profit business.

Damn it, from now on I'll use this to wipe my ass when I poop, then brag to others that a single wipe yields dozens of gold bars—just thinking about it feels damn prestigious.

"Thank you for your trouble, Miss." Chen Yongren gave a slight nod, collected the gold bars, stood up, and left the bank.

That bank hurdle is cleared.

Afterward, Chen Yongren repeatedly changed identities, visiting different banks and exchanging for 18 gold bars, 30 gold bars, 15 gold bars, and some loose change in silver dollars.

Still, no suspicion was aroused.

In a sense, what Chen Yongren made was real money.

After leaving the bank, Chen Yongren continued changing identities, entered a luxury store, bought a bottle of perfume, and paid directly with a 200 silver‑dollar note.

Luxury goods deal with big clients; having seen such currency before, they also accept it, and even in small shops they can make change.

Chen Yongren continued using different identities to go to gold shops, buying several gold necklaces, gold rings, and gold finger guards with the exchange notes.

Each purchase went smoothly, with no obstacles encountered.

We can't just focus on Jinmen alone; we need to spread the benefits evenly, and Songhu, a major metropolis, must not be missed either—plus its gold reserves are even larger.

Moreover, just spending it ourselves isn't enough; we need to figure out when to spend it, find people to help suck blood from the little Japanese, and make them spit out what they've taken.

After returning home and having a full meal, Chen Yongren made another excuse to go out.

Lin Ke Xin was full of questions, not knowing what Chen Yongren wanted to do, preparing to ask him when he returned.

After going out, Chen Yongren disguised himself, passed through the Any Door to Songhu, and found Chen Dian, a cat, calculating accounts at the counter.

"Gu Xiong, you're here!" Seeing Chen Yongren approach, Chen Dian was very excited.

I don't know what surprise Chen Yongren will bring this time.

"Boss Zhang, I've brought another batch of goods; are you interested in taking a look?" Chen Yongren said with a clasped‑hand smile.

"Sure, sure, we'll talk later!" Chen Dian, excited, led Chen Yongren to the room in the rear courtyard.

"Godfather Brother, this time you…" Chen Dian hadn't finished speaking when he saw Chen Yongren pull something from his pocket and toss it over.

"What is this…" Chen Dian lowered his gaze, and his eyes instantly widened.

200 silver‑dollar note?

As a Red Party agent infiltrated in Songhu, he naturally also knew right away that Japan had issued new banknotes.

"Godfather Brother, this gift is too important; I can't accept it—please take it back." Chen Dian waved his hands repeatedly.

This stack of 100 sheets is worth 20,000 in banknotes.

"A gift?" Chen Yongren said, "Boss Zhang, you're overthinking—this isn't a gift, it's merchandise I'm selling to you."

"Huh?" Chen Dian looked at the stack of 200‑yen notes in his hand, astonished, and said, "Goods?"

The next second.

Chen Dian seemed to realize something, exclaiming: "Goods!"

Could this be…

This is too outrageous, right?

The little devils just issued this kind of silver voucher, preparing to better plunder China's assets, and yet counterfeit versions have appeared?

"A batch of banknote raw materials was…" Chen Dian asked tentatively.

"Exactly, it's me." Chen Yongren didn't beat around the bush: "Old Brother Zhang, quickly check the quality of my goods; we're old friends, so the price will definitely be favorable."

"..." Chen Dian looked at Chen Yongren, not dwelling on it, and asked directly: "Godfather brother, just say it straight—how many gold bars for this stack?"

"You help me exchange it—20,000 exchange vouchers, and I only take a handling fee of fifty gold bars." Chen Yongren held out a palm.

"Handling fee?" Chen Dian didn't understand.

Perhaps this is just the Godfather's special hobby; never mind, being able to suck blood from the little devils is also a good thing—let the Godfather say whatever he likes.

"Any problem?" Chen Yongren asked.

"No problem, certainly no problem." Chen Dian nodded vigorously.

"You can use this batch of goods first; I'll come find you again." Chen Yongren said no more.

"Take care!" Chen Dian stood up to see him off.

"See you next time." Chen Yongren smiled.