Chapter 148: Genius Among the Commonfolk

After more than an hour, Wan Fei drove the car into a brick factory..

On the surface it was a brick factory, but inside it hid a counterfeit money factory.

Wan Fei pressed the accelerator and drove into the brick factory.

After getting out of the car, he shouted, "Quick, pack up! Zhou Qiang has been arrested, and he'll soon give us away!"

There weren't many people guarding the brick factory.

After being woken by Wan Fei, they rubbed their eyes, still dazed.

Wan Fei didn't care anymore; after waking them, he rushed straight to the innermost part.

The light wasn't very bright; after Lin Feng climbed out of the truck bed, he followed Wan Fei from the shadows.

Soon they arrived at a workshop at the farthest end.

Inside the workshop stood a large printing press.

Beside it were piled large amounts of paper rolls and uncut counterfeit bills.

Several barrels of ink gave off a pungent smell.

"Get up, everyone get up! Something's happened!"

Wan Fei then shouted.

Finally he walked into a room and kicked open a door with one foot.

The room was filled with miscellaneous items, and Wan Fei lifted up a thin, weak-looking boy.

The boy hurriedly picked up the glasses beside his pillow and put them on.

"Come on, hurry up! With this little brat, I can still make a comeback!"

Wan Fei said, dragging the boy as he walked out.

Just then……

"Bang~"

Gunfire rang out.

Lin Feng blew Wan Fei's head apart with a single shot.

The bespectacled boy, terrified, clutched his head and hid beneath the printing press.

After Lin Feng fired, the counterfeit money factory instantly fell into chaos.

Someone picked up a gun and charged toward Lin Feng.

"Bang~"

"Bang bang~"

After several minutes, the gunfight ended.

With Lin Feng's hearing, not a single one of Wan Fei's men escaped.

A total of sixteen people.

He hadn't even finished two magazines of ammunition.

Lin Feng had the intention to kill to silence witnesses; he didn't care whether they were armed or not, male or female—anyone moving got a shot.

Afterward, if Bai Ying and the others investigated, there would be plenty of excuses to make up.

For example, claiming he was extremely nervous at the time, couldn't see clearly, and shot at anyone he saw, and so on.

After all, these people were all desperadoes, each with a gun.

Given Lin Feng's gun technique, wiping them out completely is quite reasonable, right?

"Come out!"

Lin Feng tapped the printing press with the butt of his gun.

The boy hiding underneath was already trembling with fear.

"Come out! If you don't come out, I'll shoot!"

Lin Feng said, frowning.

The boy crawled out from under the printing press.

Lin Feng, in front of him, put away his gun, then picked up a counterfeit bill and placed it before the boy, asking, "Is this your doing?"

The boy gave Lin Feng a fearful glance and nodded.

Lin Feng searched Wan Fei's corpse and found a pack of cigarettes and a lighter; he lit one and took a deep drag.

Then he smiled and said, "Impressive! This is U. S. currency—the texture, the color are so realistic; the only flaw is the paper. By the way, how did you get this paper?"

The boy remained silent.

"Speak up! If you talk, I'll let you go."

Lin Feng emphasized.

The boy opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and murmured, "Although it's not genuine banknote paper, making it the same thickness and soaking it in some chemical solution can achieve the same effect—it just evaporates, and over time it discolors and turns mushy."

"Was this ink also mixed by you?"

Lin Feng asked.

The boy nodded.

Lin Feng sized up the bespectacled boy before him and asked, "What's your name? How old are you?"

"Huang Ziping, eighteen."

"Where did you go to school before?"

"I didn't go to school."

"You never went to school?!"

Lin Feng froze.

Where are your parents?

Lin Feng stared for a moment, then asked again.

"They're dead," Huang Ziping replied.

Who did you learn these things from?

That was the question Lin Feng was most curious about.

Huang Ziping raised his head, glanced at Lin Feng, and said, "After junior high, I taught myself everything."

Lin Feng realized that, in that moment, Huang Ziping appeared more confident than before.

"How did you get here?" Lin Feng pondered, then asked again.

"When I was making counterfeit money for myself, I got discovered." He pointed at Wan Fei, lying on the ground and already a corpse, and said, "He arrested me and brought me here."

Lin Feng sighed, "You're already eighteen; if the police find you, you'll end up in jail."

Huang Ziping lowered his head.

"Besides making counterfeit money, what else can you do?" Lin Feng asked offhand.

Huang Ziping said, "Guns, aircraft, batteries..."

He listed a bunch.

"I'm not talking about toys."

Lin Feng laughed and said.

Huang Ziping said, "What I'm talking about isn't toys either."

He remained quite confident.

Geniuses are among the common people!

Although education can produce many talents.

Yet a small fraction of geniuses, because of such and such issues, are left neglected in corners.

Although gold always shines, life's pressure soon robs them of their spirit, and they fade into obscurity.

Lin Feng waved the counterfeit bill again, "Stop doing this from now on; put your genius-level mind to proper use. You said you can make batteries—can you make one like an electric bike's battery that can store a lot of charge?"

Huang Ziping shook his head, "I can make simple batteries, but I haven't read about the kind you're describing, so I can't do it yet."

At this moment, Huang Ziping seemed even more confident.

Lin Feng nodded, "If I provide you with research materials and a lab, could you do it?"

Huang Ziping nodded confidently, "Yes!"

Lin Feng said, "I'm not talking about imitation, but a more efficient new product. For example, with the same size and weight, while others' batteries give a range of 50 kilometers, yours should exceed theirs, say 100 kilometers."

Huang Ziping fell silent for a moment, "Imitation is the easiest; researching a new product takes more time, but I will definitely manage it."

Lin Feng let out a puff of laughter, "Imitation is the easiest? Have me copy a lithography machine!? Not mentioning lithography machines, say, an aircraft engine—can you copy that?"

Not mentioning aircraft engines, just car engines—our many enterprises in Guo Jia, after all these years, the imitations we've produced are still far behind theirs.

Huang Ziping fell silent, but his eyes showed a stubborn glint.

He knew he couldn't do what Lin Feng said.

Because he hadn't learned the relevant knowledge.

But he felt he could.

Lin Feng greatly appreciated Huang Ziping's talent; if he were caught and jailed for years, it would be a real waste.

If we nurture him, he might turn out to be a scientist!

If we can't cultivate him, let him stick to his old trade… Actually, that's the real reason Lin Feng rushed over here and killed to silence witnesses.

"Help me clean this place up, then you can leave! If you trust me, go to Yanjing and find someone…"

Saying this, Lin Feng picked up a stack from the pile of counterfeit bills beside him and shoved it into Huang Ziping's hand, "This money is enough for you to get to Yanjing."

"Oh, okay, okay!"

Huang Ziping gripped the money tightly and nodded.

The factory had surveillance, which, with Huang Ziping's help, was all destroyed.

After Huang Ziping left, Lin Feng picked up an old mobile phone found on a corpse and dialed Bai Ying's phone…