Wang Peng arrived at the branch office and waited outside Feng Dali's office for twenty minutes before finally meeting Feng Dali.
"Xiao Peng, I'm so busy, is there something you need?" Feng Dali took off his hat and scratched his head.
"Uncle Feng, why are you so busy?" Wang Peng took out a hundred yuan and handed it to him.
"Huh? What do you mean? You think you can bribe me with a hundred yuan?" Feng Dali joked with him.
Perhaps it was a conditioned reflex, but he immediately held up the money to check its authenticity.
A moment later, he returned the money to Wang Peng, saying, "What exactly do you want? Just tell me."
"Uncle Feng, is this money real?" Wang Peng asked.
“Of course it’s true…” Feng Dali suddenly paused, then hurriedly took the money back.
After examining it carefully for three minutes, I still couldn't tell if it was real or fake. "It looks real to me. What are you trying to say?"
Wang Peng shook his head. "I don't think it's real. Are there any coin experts left?"
"Wait for me here." Feng Dali opened his office and hurriedly ran down the office building.
In the task force's laboratory on the first floor, a layer of hundred-yuan bills was laid out on the table, and two experts were studying the banknotes.
"Mr. Du, Mr. Sun, could you please take a look at this money?" Feng Dali handed over the money with both hands.
Expert Sun examined it closely, then shook his head. "This is the price, just like the counterfeit money we've collected."
Expert Du examined it carefully and said, "It is indeed counterfeit money; it would be difficult for an ordinary person to tell the difference."
"Understood, thank you expert."
Feng Dali left the laboratory, went up to the fifth floor in one breath, and returned to his office.
"Xiao Peng, tell me quickly, where did this money come from?"
Wang Peng had prepared his story in advance, starting with his encounter with Xue Fengling's friend Tong Xinshu, and continuing until Xue Fengling asked him to exchange change.
“This is an important clue, thank you,” Feng Dali said. “Go back first, and I’ll make a note of your contribution.”
After saying that, he strode out of the office.
He turned back at the door, took out two fifty-yuan bills from his pocket, and said, "Here's a hundred yuan to compensate you."
Before Wang Peng could politely decline, he ran out into the corridor.
"Heh, you're giving up the office too?"
Wang Peng shook his head, locked the office door, went downstairs, and drove back to school.
As I drove into the Business School, I saw two police cars parked outside the Academic Affairs Office.
"Wow, you guys got here pretty fast. That's all I can do to help." Wang Peng went to the classroom to study.
The next day at noon after school, Xue Fengling came to find Wang Peng.
With a tearful face, she said, "Xiaopeng, I'm so annoyed. Take me for a drive."
"Where to go for a drive?" Wang Peng asked. "A car ride? Or a walk?"
"Forget it, come with me for a walk on the playground. I've been scammed by that conman," Xue Fengling said.
The two left the teaching building and slowly walked to the playground.
“The police talked to me yesterday and checked my money. That bastard Tong Xinshu gave me fake money.”
“I gave him two thousand real money, and he gave me two thousand two thousand in counterfeit money.”
"Three months' salary gone down the drain, boohoo..."
Before she could finish speaking, Xue Fengling burst into tears.
At this point, Wang Peng realized that Tong Xinshu's scam was not illegal fundraising, but a case of switching the baby out with a fake.
"Teacher Xue, there's no such thing as a free lunch. Most free lunches are scams."
Wang Peng sighed and took out some toilet paper from his pocket and gave it to her. "Don't cry. Just consider it a lesson learned."
Upon hearing this, Xue Fengling cried even harder.
Her monthly salary plus bonus was only 700 yuan, and 2,000 yuan was her savings for half a year, which was all swindled away in one go.
"Don't worry, just wait until the police catch him and make him compensate for the losses," Wang Peng said.
"Xiaopeng, I'm sorry." Xue Fengling wiped away her tears. "If I can get my money back, I will definitely pay you back one hundred."
She was referring to the day they went on an outing to People's Park, when he inadvertently used counterfeit money to exchange for change with Wang Peng.
“No need for that. Old Feng from the branch office reimbursed me that day. Actually, he shouldn’t have been the one to reimburse me,” Wang Peng said.
Xue Fengling's money will most likely take a long time to arrive; who knows if Tong Xinshu has any money at all.
"Teacher Xue, do you have any news about that kid?" Wang Peng asked. "Has he been caught?"
“The police have already arrested him, humph!” Xue Fengling gritted her teeth, “I was the one who led the police to his house to arrest him.”
"Is he a local? His accent doesn't sound like it."
Wang Peng pulled Tong Xinshu's business card from his pocket and said, "Teacher, is he really a Cambridge student?"
"What a load of crap. The diploma is fake. The police have checked with Cambridge University, and they can't find any such person."
After Xue Fengling finished speaking, she started to cry again.
At this moment, three girls arrived at the playground, and Wang Peng recognized Li Mingzhu at a glance.
Li Mingzhu waved to him from afar and walked towards him carrying her easel.
"Teacher, my girlfriend is here," Wang Peng whispered to her.
Xue Fengling quickly wiped away her tears and said, "Go ahead, I'm fine."
"Yes, don't worry, the police should help you recover your losses."
Wang Peng turned and left, striding quickly to meet Li Mingzhu.
"Brother, is that your counselor?" Li Mingzhu asked, looking at Xue Fengling who was carrying their backs.
"He was scammed out of two thousand yuan and came to me to complain."
Wang Peng said, "Mingzhu, you haven't received any hundred-yuan bills lately, have you?"
“No,” Li Mingzhu smiled. “Our parents don’t need much money either; their wages at the factory are all small change.”
"What are you doing? Sketching on the playground?" Wang Peng greeted Li Mingzhu's classmate.
Li Mingzhu said, "Brother, I've finished a volume of my comic book. Would you like to take a look?"
"Sure, where is it?" Wang Peng stretched out his hand and said with a smile, "Let me see your masterpiece."
“My tutor said I drew very well and suggested I submit my work.” Li Mingzhu took out a stack of papers from her bag.
This is the comic he drew.
Wang Peng thought it looked good at first glance. "Not bad, you should have confidence in yourself."
As you continue reading, it is indeed the storyline of One Piece.
However, its art style is different from the original, but it has a strong Japanese anime feel.
Wang Peng found a flower bed to sit down and carefully examined each picture, eventually becoming engrossed in them.
After finishing the last page, I was still wanting more.
"Mingzhu, I must say, you really have a talent for comics. You should try submitting your work."
"But speaking of which, does our province have any comic book publishing houses?"
Wang Peng shook his head. "Not to mention now, Chinese animation will never be able to beat Japanese animation in the future."
"Brother, there are comic book publishing houses in Beijing and Shanghai. I plan to submit my work to Beijing first."
Li Mingzhu said softly, "If that doesn't work, I'll try to submit my work to a Japanese manga company."
"Oh dear," Wang Peng laughed, "If it can't even be approved domestically, Japan must be having a hard time too."
“Brother, should we go to the city? I suddenly really want to see Mengjiao,” Li Mingzhu said.
Wang Peng immediately thought of Li Mengjiao, who was studying at Tsinghua University.
They agreed to write letters, but Wang Peng never received any and they had lost contact.
"There's no need for that. Let's just submit our work to the capital. We don't need to see her." Wang Peng shook his head.
"Sure, I mainly want to visit Tsinghua University," Li Mingzhu said with a playful smile.
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