"Wow, this guy is something!"

After just one glance at the title, Zhang Fan couldn't help but sigh.

This show is too cruel!

Without any hesitation, Zhang Fan immediately clicked into the live broadcast.

In the live broadcast screen.

A man wearing a baseball cap is carefully painting a US dollar that is about to be completed.

The final transaction was completed, and a banknote that was so realistic that it looked fake was displayed in front of the live camera.

Acid-free paper, soft ink lines.

As the blogger shook the banknotes, the US dollars gradually changed color under the light.

After a brief demonstration, the blogger took out a small flashlight and showed off the anti-counterfeiting label.

Then, the blogger placed the US dollar horizontally, and the three-dimensional portrait was clearly visible.

This is absolutely no different from the genuine US dollar!

If netizens had not seen him draw the final stroke with their own eyes, they would have thought that this was money he had just withdrawn from the bank.

In addition to being shocked, there were exclamations one after another in the barrage area.

[Awesome, they look so similar, if I'm not mistaken, this is the latest version? This can pass the money detector directly! ]

[We must have our own US dollars! Hurry up and mass produce them! ]

[Host, I have a machine at home, can I use it? ]

【I'll take care of acid-free paper and color-changing ink! 】

[I'm going to shut down my workshop and let you use it as a workshop! ]

[It's settled, you guys are responsible for production, and I'll be responsible for export sales! ]

[Zhen Xing, your days are becoming more and more unpredictable! ]

[What machine? Go use the sewing machines!]

【……】

In just a few seconds, an industrial chain from raw material procurement to production, processing and external sales appeared in the barrage area.

Among them, many netizens @出南城安全 and requested a strict investigation of the anchor.

After the presentation, the blogger quickly explained:

"Brothers, please don't get me wrong. I just like art. All the money I earn from painting will be used for collection and will never flow into the market!"

"Next, I will show you a live broadcast. If you want to see which place or which money, you can type it on the public screen and I will show you my unique skills right away!"

As the host's voice stopped, the exciting voting session began in the barrage area.

Zhang Fan took advantage of this opportunity to click on the host's personal homepage.

Net name: Lao Qi loves painting (contemporary Qi Baishi)

The introduction is probably about the blogger's experience in learning painting.

But his work area is not simple.

There are more than a dozen works in total, covering almost all the banknotes from popular regions, and even the ancient Jiaozi has been published.

Moreover, each one of them can achieve an effect that is so real that it is hard to tell the difference between the real thing and the fake one.

Of course, Zhang Fan didn’t know whether it could pass the money detector, but from a visual point of view, there was no big problem.

"Awesome, this is really awesome."

With a sigh, Zhang Fan returned to the live broadcast room.

In just a short while, a strange rhythm had already been picked up in the barrage of comments in the live broadcast room.

[The banknotes are almost ready, how about making ghost money? 】

[Tian Di Bank, I think it’s OK, this is possible! ]

[What kind of bank is Tiandi? Why not just create Changhong Funeral Publishing House? ]

[Wow, is this Brother Funeral's newest strategic partner? ]

[Don't do it, don't do it, really don't do it, be careful, the funeral brother is watching you to discuss cooperation! ]

[Ghost money, ghost money! I want to see ghost money! I've been shouting for several days! ]

[User 'want to see the painting ghost money' will be given 5 super rockets! ]

[The boss is generous, anchor, you can do whatever you want! ]

【……】

Originally, blogger Lao Qi was a little hesitant. After all, ghost money is somewhat unlucky.

But under the bombardment of gifts, he no longer hesitated, and immediately nodded and smiled:

"Since you guys want to see it, I'll show you my skills!"

After saying that, Lao Qi began to prepare, and there was cheering in the live broadcast room.

Zhang Fan didn't think there was anything wrong with his behavior.

It's just hand-painted paper money for the dead, to put it bluntly, it's a work of art.

This blogger should be a unique person, and it seems that he has little hope of becoming his client.

However, just as Zhang Fan was about to row away, a system prompt sounded in his mind.

[A total of 409 hand-painted banknotes were produced, and the gang produced counterfeit banknotes worth 3 million yuan, with a counterfeiting cost of 4 million yuan, and 470,000 yuan flowed into the market.]

[This blogger has a history of murder and smuggling. The Security Bureau has come to investigate. The host is advised to pay attention. ]

"ah?"

After listening to the system's explanation, Zhang Fan was stunned and almost couldn't react.

Wow, I spent 400 and got 350?

Are you okay?

Isn't this just a waste of time and money?

So... the reason you faked it is because you really can’t do it?

However, since he has been investigated by the Security Bureau, he probably won’t have many days of good life left.

I hope your family can give you a good one.

You can't spend this fake money, so if you choose to draw ghost money, just draw more. You will need it sooner or later.

After thinking about it, Zhang Fan clicked the follow button and then sent a comment.

【Changhong funeral and funeral one-stop service followed the anchor. 】

[Brother Xing, the net of heaven is vast and nothing can escape it. The security bureau has come to investigate. Turn yourself in. By the way, our store is offering a one-stop funeral service for the anniversary celebration. You can enjoy a 25% discount if you book in advance. You can bring your own ghost money.]

When these two messages popped up on the public screen, the live broadcast room instantly exploded.

[Brother, your partner is here! ]

[Good fellow, I support bringing my own ghost money, you are too much, funeral brother! ]

[Um... Is it illegal to draw a picture? I don't spend it. ]

[It’s hard to say about this matter, because Tiandi Bank does not have the technology to check banknotes, so the King of Hell is angry. ]

[Yes, my brother works at Tiandi Bank. He appeared in my dream yesterday and told me that Judge Cui has started to crack down on fake ghost money.]

[Eh? Don't be so ridiculous, host, run away! ]

[You're just running away! The death sentence has already been announced. Just publish the recipe! ]

【……】

While netizens were doing all kinds of things, Lao Qiao was just lowering his head, concentrating on drafting.

Zhang Fan didn't want to watch any more. After a few seconds, he swiped away from the live broadcast.

…

Soon, the time came to half past six.

Zhang Fan dismissed the employees from work.

When he took it away, he took a special look at the check left by the Zhu family.

Three hundred thousand, but unfortunately Zhu Zhuan’s funds have been frozen.

According to the contract, if Mrs. Zhu wants to terminate the contract unilaterally, she only needs to pay a small portion.

"pity."

Shaking his head, Zhang Fan closed the shop door and went home.

After returning home, Zhang Fan watched short videos for more than half an hour.

Unable to find a suitable client in the same city, and it was difficult to complete the task through popular channels, he chose to give up temporarily and contacted Zhu Zhuanjia’s wife again.

After making a phone call, I found out that Zhu Zhuan's body had been transported to Nanshan Yin Temple, and a Buddhist funeral would be held tomorrow.

In this regard, Zhang Fan could only express helplessness.

It seems that there is no turning point in this matter.

In order to complete the system task as soon as possible, Zhang Fan decided to use his account with 15 million followers to post a promotion tomorrow.

After thinking it through, Zhang Fan opened the local APP to see if there was a suitable house.

…

The other side.

Liu Jun and Li Shaohui were busy for several hours but could not find any trace of Gao Xiaochi.

Because the reasons for his actions were far-fetched, and Wang Lao Hu was less suspected, Xiaoshan only gave him authority but did not provide any human support.

As for my colleague, the boss of Black and White Leasing has not yet recovered from the shock. He only remembers that Gao Xiaochi came to talk to him and the two of them had a few words. He can't remember what happened exactly.

Before sunset, the two of them made a special trip to Nanshan Yin Temple. The monks there said that they had reached a reconciliation with Gao Xiaochi and gave him a generous compensation.

At this time, the two of them were sitting in the car, feeling somewhat helpless.

"Master, Zhang Fan has marked the criminals for us, so why can't we find any evidence?" Li Shaohui asked in a low voice.

“This shouldn’t be the case…”

Liu Jun frowned slightly and said hesitantly: "Could it be that these people did not commit any illegal acts this time, but were simply predicted to die..."

"Could it be that we have overlooked something?"

Li Shaohui murmured something, and then clicked on Zhang Fan's homepage on his mobile phone.

"Master, he has paid attention to another person!"

"who?"

“It seems like he is a painter.”

Liu Jun quickly came over, and the two of them started studying the new account they were following.

In the comment section of Lao Qiao’s latest work, the two saw a screenshot containing the barrage of comments sent by Zhang Fan during the live broadcast.

After reading it, Liu Jun immediately looked puzzled and said hesitantly: "Have we... found his criminal den?"

"Master, you don't know, how can I know?" Li Shaohui said subconsciously.

"Hiss... I'll ask Lao Hu and the others."

After a moment of hesitation, Liu Jun took out his cell phone and called his colleague.

“Ding ding ding…”

"Hey, Lao Hu, there's an online blogger in South City who specializes in drawing banknotes. Have you checked him out?"

“…”

"No? Okay, I'll ask the boss."

“Ding ding ding…”

"Director, ..."

"I see……"

After making three or four consecutive phone calls, Liu Jun came to a conclusion: they had definitely never been to the place Zhang Fan mentioned.

"What on earth does that mean..."

After thinking for a long time, Liu Jun still couldn't figure it out.

Seeing that it was getting late, I had to go home temporarily and come out to investigate again if I found any new clues.

It was almost ten o'clock when the master and the disciple went back home.

…

At eleven o'clock in the south city, in a suburb, everything was silent.

Even the Nanshan Yin Temple, which was once very popular, has closed its doors to visitors.

However, in the grove just behind the temple.

A bald man, looking exhausted, walking unsteadily with a large barrel of gasoline on his back.

This was the third barrel of gasoline he had transported up the mountain.

At this moment, he was covered in wounds and gasping for breath, and his condition was even worse than in the afternoon.

Of course, this is not because of the fatigue of carrying gasoline, but there are other reasons.

This person was Gao Xiaochi, who was broadcasting live at the entrance of the temple this afternoon.

This evening, he was beaten again and almost died.

Originally he didn't want to go too far, so he did it again when the temple was about to close.

Unexpectedly, this time the temple was very generous and directly gave him 200,000 US dollars.

This made Gao Xiaochi very happy, and he immediately took out half of the money and went to repay his elder brother.

Unexpectedly, the US dollars given by the bald donkey were found to be counterfeit on the spot, and there was not a single real one.

"How dare you play tricks on me? Beat him up!"

This was the gentlest sentence Gao Xiaochi had heard tonight.

After that, he became like this.

Fortunately, there is no hair, otherwise there would be no hair left.

In short, this Nanshan Hidden Temple has really screwed him over!

At this moment, Gao Xiaochi's anger and frustration levels have reached their limit!

What is intolerable and what is unbearable, there is nothing that cannot be done!