Sitting in the office, all the newspapers are full of news about the city of Otis.

Now that the George family is in the brink of death, John has been temporarily confined to the Imperial Capital No. 1 Prison pending trial, accused of illegally manipulating the newspaper industry for huge financial gains. Mark, the next head of the family who had high hopes and ideas from Mr. John, is still in the police station's detention cell, unable to come out for the time being.

Coupled with the destruction of the Feature Press, the entire George family was panicked and had almost lost their original efficacy.

Without the George family, without the feature agency, would the newspaper industry of this empire be finished?

No way!

There can't be only one smart person in this world, or a smart family, there are so many smart people that it's almost impossible to count. At such a moment, the newspaper industry in Canreth, which had just died down because of the lawsuit, once again launched the slogan of forming a "newspaper union", and almost most newspapers began to dig into the corners of the George family. Expatriate correspondents are the best resource, and they are willing to offer more commissions, more subsidies, as long as these people are willing to change jobs, or provide them with press releases.

If the promotion and isolation of those tycoons is a sharp blade from the top, then the behavior of these people is the sharp needle at the bottom, which may not make people feel anything at first, and finally it is too late to find out.

Dohrin asked the town hall to get them to publish the press releases over the phone, and paid them a fee, suggesting that they didn't have to pay for the news, and that they might make a profit from it.

So under the effect of a few dozen to a hundred golden bullets, the newspapers of the entire empire, which had a little fame and reading, published this news. It doesn't matter if there is a picture or not, the important thing must be in the first edition, the first article, referred to as the front page headline.

Du Lin, who should have been happy, didn't see much happiness on his face, because he had a token in his hand, a token with a face value of five yuan.

This is the fourth day that Otis City has been fully open, and last night, the third day, his token company and all investors and merchants who hold tokens conducted the third cash settlement. The tourists who came to Otis City from outside in three days contributed a total of 51,970,000 Imperial Star Dollars to the city, and he didn't count the fraction. This should have been a happy thing, but during the process of token ordering, someone found about 3,000 tokens with the same number.

These tokens are not much different from those minted by Doolin in appearance, and can be said to be exactly the same except for some minor flaws in some details. But he was still able to find that the tokens were fake, not just the serial number, but the anti-counterfeiting technology.

These tokens of Doolin are treated with a special process, and when these tokens are placed together with the crystal, a trace amount of the crystal-catalyzed reaction, that is, steam. He didn't disclose this to anyone, just to make sure that the tokens weren't counterfeited as much as possible.

It's actually impossible to say that it won't be counterfeited, after all, even the currency of the empire is being built, let alone such a token that seems to be not very technical?

"Three thousand yuan ......," he shook his head, "Yesterday it may be three thousand, then today it may be thirty thousand, and the day after tomorrow it will be three hundred thousand, three million or even thirty million." He slowly stood up and walked to the window, the bustling and noisy city did not show any abnormality at all because of the three thousand, but Durin knew that some people could no longer sit still.

There were still people in the office, and three more, Dover, Haidt, and one of the casino's directors yesterday.

"Go check, check quietly, these 3,000 yuan are just testing the waters, once they find out that we don't know that there are counterfeit money in the warehouse, they will not be able to control their greedy and stupid desires. Don't look for people who use tokens, look for people who sell or exchange for passers-by. I believe that these people must exist, find these people, follow them, I want to know who wants to challenge me on my turf!"

Duhrin had a hunch that this person, or this organization, was definitely not a small force, because it was impossible for a small force to make a good template for the token in such a short period of time, and try to make it as much as possible to even the same weight. This requires enough financial and manpower to support, the printing equipment is not cheap, and it is not very easy to buy, the other party must have a big plan. He already had several guesses in his heart, but saying it now would disrupt these people's thinking and work direction, so he had to wait, wait for those people to take the initiative to jump out!

With a single command, some of the characters who would normally be hard to notice them were in action, they had no clear goal, they were dressed exactly like outsiders, and they were constantly wandering around the station and around the city circle, looking for clues that Durin had told them.

Scolt, a member of the Townsfolk Association and a clerk at a security company, looked around in fancy clothes and a suitcase at Keina's behest. It was the second day of his mission, and Kena told them that whoever found the man they were looking for would have their salary doubled, which Durin had told him. So he not only has a thirst for money, but also has a respect for Durin, which keeps appearing and disappearing.

Just when he thought that he might not have anything to gain today, he put away his trolley and walked towards a booked hotel, when a man suddenly grabbed him.

"Sorry to bother, do you know where the tokens can be exchanged for cash?"

Pulling him was a very ordinary young man, sweating profusely, looking like he was in his early twenties, and Scolt answered this simple question, "You can go to the token company to exchange cash, but there are a lot of people these days, you have to wait a while." He was about to leave, but the man grabbed him.

The man looked at his watch and said anxiously, "Hey, man, my dad is sick, I have to rush back, I don't have time to redeem it." I've got ...... here", he took out a pocket dedicated to holding tokens, and there was a reed at the bottom of the pocket, which could be taken out one at a time, or it could be opened and taken out all of them. He counted, "I've got one hundred and four dollars here, and I'll give them all to you, and you'll give me ninety." ”

Scolt's eyes lit up, "No problem......

The two walked into the alley.

At the same time, in a private space on the fourth floor of a casino, several well-dressed men sat at the edge of the gaming table, surrounded by more or less young girls, serving them wine, cigarettes or happy land. These people are intently looking at the cards in their hands, and from time to time they push a bunch of money that ordinary people may not be able to earn in their lifetime onto the table.

At the end of a game, while everyone was taking a break, another dealer came in, replacing the dealer just now, "Dear guests, good evening, next I will deal cards for everyone, if you have any requirements for the distinguished guests can tell me, the casino will try its best to complete." ”

A half-old man sitting in a high-backed chair frowned and asked, "What about that person just now?"

"Because you and your guests have been playing for two hours, my colleague is a little out of energy. According to the rules of the casino, the dealer is changed every two hours. If you still want my colleague to deal the cards for you, I'll bring him back and continue to host the game for you. The dealer was neither humble nor arrogant, and replied politely and politely, and the half-old little old man frowned and waved his hand.

Exhausted?

It's not there, it's just that when the dealer was sorting out the chips for these customers, he found a stack of 500 yuan tokens with a slightly different feel. He quietly detained a chip and was now on his way to the director's office.

If the chip is fake, he could get the biggest prize of his life!

It's not so grumpy when the storm comes, but there's always thunder in the subtleties!

Late at night, Dufo came back from outside in high spirits, carrying a blue bag with the sound of chips colliding in the dilidanglang. He sat on the sofa, picked up the apple on the coffee table and took a few bites, and while gnawing, he said vaguely: "That guy's name is Coaster, a Westerner, who has been a loan shark on Namillinders' side for the past few years, but it seems that he is not the person we are looking for, do you want to meet him?"

A smile finally appeared on Durin's face, and he patted his legs and stood up, "So what are you waiting for??"

On the way to the suburbs, Dover told Du Lin that he had caught a dozen threads in the city in the past two days, but most of them pointed to different masters. These people have been found out, and they are not capable of suddenly daring to do such a business, which means that they are just demolishing their homes. The real mastermind is someone else, and Coaster is obviously the most suitable person to be caught compared to others, because his private life is very chaotic, and no one will find it strange to disappear for two or three days.

In the hay house on the outskirts of the pasture, Doolin saw the Mr. Coster.

He wears a yellow shirt with some red spots on it as accents, bright red and bright red. He looked to be in his fifties, a little thin, with gray hair, and two wrinkles on his eyebrows, giving the impression that he was angry all the time.

When Durin walked into the hay room, he also looked up and looked at Durin.

"Mr. Coster, please tell me who your boss is?", Durin is still very polite, after all, he is the mayor, and he can no longer beat and scold at every turn, and he must be reserved.

Coaster snorted twice, shook his head, and lowered his head again, apparently not going to cooperate.

Durin was not angry, and asked Dover in a very flat tone, "Does Mr. Coster have a family and parents or relatives?" ”

"Let them reunite one last time!"