"Oh dear, how could this be fake? I just received money from someone else. I'm so angry! I don't even recognize counterfeit money. I'm sorry, I... I'll give you a different one." The customer who gave Qin Yang the counterfeit money was a man in his thirties. When he saw that Qin Yang had discovered it was fake, he became obviously guilty. He quickly pretended that he hadn't done it on purpose, took the counterfeit money, and exchanged it for a different bill from his wallet for Qin Yang.
After confirming that there was no problem with the money, Qin Yang gave it to Zhou Cailian and said, "Give me my change."
Zhou Cailian took the money in a daze and gave the man change.
After the man left with the breakfast, Zhou Cailian thanked him softly, feeling a little flustered, "Officer Qin, thank you so much. I didn't even know there was counterfeit money..."
She hadn't really thought much about it, and she didn't recognize counterfeit money. She had barely seen or even touched a hundred-yuan note before.
"No need to thank me, just be more careful when accepting 100 yuan in the future." Qin Yang said, taking out five yuan and asking Zhou Cailian for six steamed buns and a tea egg to take away.
There were other customers having breakfast in the shop. Zhou Cailian quickly took the money, gave him change, and then efficiently packed the buns and tea eggs for him before going to attend to the other customers.
After finishing her work, Zhou Cailian told Yu Qiuying about almost receiving counterfeit money.
Yu Qiuying had really forgotten about this. People in later generations rarely use cash anymore; they all use mobile payments. Also, these days very few people use a hundred-yuan bill to buy breakfast. Ten-yuan and five-yuan bills are rare; most people use one-yuan, fifty-cent, two-cent, or one-cent bills.
“It’s okay, next time you receive a hundred-yuan note, just say you can’t make change.” Yu Qiuying herself doesn’t recognize counterfeit money. She only knows that if you stick the money against the wall and rub it, it’s counterfeit if it bleeds color, but she’s not sure if this method is accurate.
“But this isn’t a solution either. If only I could learn to identify counterfeit money…” Zhou Cailian recalled how Qin Yang had recognized the money as counterfeit after just a glance. She thought he was truly amazing, befitting a police officer. She wished he could teach her how to identify counterfeit money, but then she decided against it. She was too embarrassed to bother him.
The two had finished tidying up the shop and were about to close when a woman suddenly appeared outside. The woman was filthy, her two braids were greasy, one of her hands was slightly disabled, and her mouth was a little crooked.
She hesitated, cautiously observing Yu Qiuying and Zhou Cailian, as if to see if they would drive her away like the others.
Zhou Cailian and Yu Qiuying exchanged a glance, unsure of what the woman was up to. However, since she remained standing outside the door and didn't come in, they decided to leave her alone.
Unexpectedly, the woman walked in at that moment, "Do you still have any steamed buns? I want to buy one."
The woman's speech was unclear. As she spoke, she shakily pulled two tattered one-mao bills from her pocket.
Zhou Cailian was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to accept the answer or not.
Yu Qiuying said, "Go get her two steamed buns."
Zhou Cailian didn't take the woman's money; instead, she got two steamed buns for her.
The woman looks like she has some intellectual disability, but you can't really say she's stupid.
"Thank you, thank you so much," the woman said with a smile, taking the steamed buns and leaving.
Neither Yu Qiuying nor Zhou Cailian took the matter to heart. After locking the shop door, the two returned to the back well hall.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Jiadong came back. He didn't have the key, so he just stood at the gate of the courtyard and waited.
I forgot to mention, Zhang Yuping and her daughter moved out yesterday.
"Mom, eldest sister, I'm on holiday today." Seeing Yu Qiuying and Zhou Cailian return, Zhou Jiadong happily stepped forward. He had changed noticeably; his eyes were clearer than before, and he was no longer so hunched over.
Her hair looked freshly cut, a short buzz cut, her skin was much fairer, and she looked much more energetic than before.
He also looks even more handsome.
"Not bad, third brother. It seems you're adapting well to the factory. Your cheeks have gotten a bit chubby."
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