Sitting in the office, all the newspapers have news about Otis.
The George family is now dead. John is accused of manipulating the newspaper industry in an illegal way to obtain huge economic benefits. He has been temporarily confined to the first imperial prison and waiting for a court session. Mark, the next generation of family owner who has high hopes and great ideas by Mr. John, is still in the detention room of the police station and can''t get out for the time being.
With the destruction of the feature agency, the whole George family was in panic and had almost lost their original efficacy.
Without the George family and the feature agency, is the newspaper industry of this empire over?
impossible!
There can''t be only one smart person or a family of smart people in this world. There are too many smart people to count. At such a moment, the kanles newspaper industry, which has just stopped its prosecution, once again launched the slogan of establishing a "Newspaper Alliance". At the same time, almost most newspapers began to dig the corner of the George family. Those expatriate journalists are the best resources. They are willing to provide more commissions and subsidies as long as they are willing to change jobs or provide them with press releases.
If the promotion and isolation of those tycoons come from the sharp edge of the top, then their behavior is the needle at the bottom, which may not make people feel anything at first, and it is too late to find it at last.
Dooling asked the city hall to let them publish these press releases by telephone, and gave them a certain reward. At the same time, he also hinted that they don''t have to pay for publishing news, and they may make a profit.
So under the action of a few tens to a hundred gold bullets, the newspapers with a little fame and reading throughout the Empire published the news. It doesn''t matter whether there is a picture. What matters is that it 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 is fully open. Last night, that is, the third day, his token company made the third cash settlement with all investors and businesses holding tokens. The tourists who came to Otis from outside in three days contributed a total of 51.97 million imperial stars to the city, and he didn''t forget the change. This should have been a happy thing, but during the token sorting, someone found about 3000 tokens with the same number.
These tokens as like as two peas made by Dulin are not very different from those made by them, except for some slight flaws in the details. But he can still find that these tokens are fake, not just the serial number, but anti-counterfeiting technology.
Durin''s tokens are treated by a special process. When these tokens are placed with obsidian, they will produce a small amount of obsidian catalytic reaction, that is, steam. He did not disclose this to anyone, just to ensure that the tokens were not forged as much as possible.
In fact, it is impossible to say that it is not forged. After all, even the imperial currency is being built, not to mention such a token that seems to have low technical content?
"Three thousand dollars..." he shook his head. "Yesterday it could be three thousand dollars, so today it could be thirty thousand dollars, and the day after tomorrow it could be three hundred thousand, three million or even thirty million dollars." he slowly stood up and walked to the window. The bustling city didn''t show any difference at all because of the three thousand dollars, but durin knew that some people couldn''t sit still.
There are still people in the office, three others, Dover, Haite and a person in charge of the casino yesterday.
"Go and check it quietly. The three thousand yuan is just a test of the water. Once they find that we don''t know there are counterfeit coins in the warehouse, they will lose control of their greedy and stupid desire. Don''t check those who use tokens, those who sell or exchange them from passers-by. I believe these people must exist. Find them and follow them. I''d like to know who thinks Challenge me on my turf! "
Du Lin has a hunch that this person, or this organization, is definitely not a small force, because it is impossible for small forces to make the token template in such a short time and try to achieve the same weight as much as possible. This requires enough financial and human resources to support. The gun printing equipment is not cheap, and it is not easy to buy. The other party must have a great plot. He already had several guesses in his heart, but now saying it would disturb these people''s ideas and work direction, so he had to wait and wait for those people to take the initiative to jump out!
What he said was as like as two peas. They could hardly find their characters moving on weekdays. They had no definite goals and were dressed exactly like outsiders. They kept wandering around the station and outside the city circle to find clues from Dulin.
Scott, a member of a fellow Townsman''s Association and an employee of a security company, looked around in fancy clothes and suitcases as kina asked. It was the second day of his work. Keener told them who found the person he was looking for and whose salary doubled, which was explained by Turin. So he not only had a desire for money, but also appeared and disappeared with respect for Turin.
Just when he thought there might be no harvest today, he put away the trolley case and walked towards a scheduled Hotel, a man suddenly grabbed him.
"Excuse me, do you know where tokens can be exchanged for cash?"
Holding him was a very ordinary young man, sweating and in his early twenties. Scott 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 minute." he said he was leaving, but the man held him.
The man looked at his watch and said anxiously, "Hey, man, my father is ill. I have to hurry back and have no time to exchange. I have..." he took out a special pocket for holding tokens. There is a reed at the bottom of the pocket. You can take out one at a time or open the pocket and take out all of it. He counted, "I have 104 yuan here. I''ll give you all. You''ll give me 90."
Scott''s eyes lit up, "no problem..."
They 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 gambling table, surrounded by more or less young girls, carrying wine, cigarettes or paradise for them. These people are concentrating on the cards in their hands, pushing a pile of money that ordinary people may not be able to earn in their life to the gambling table from time to time.
The game was over. While everyone had a rest, another charge official came in to replace the charge official just now, "dear guests, good evening. Next, I''ll deal cards for you. If you have any requirements, you can tell me, and the casino will try its best to complete it."
A half old man sitting in a high backed chair frowned and asked, "where was that man just now?"
"Because you and your guests have been playing for two hours, my colleague is a little out of strength. According to the rules of the casino, the dealer will be changed every two hours. If you still want my colleague to deal cards for you, I will invite him back and continue to preside over the card game for you.", the official is neither humble nor arrogant, and his answer is polite and polite, The half old man frowned and waved his hand.
Weak?
It doesn''t exist. Just now, when sorting out the chips for these guests, the dealer found that there was a stack of 500 yuan tokens, which felt slightly different. He quietly deducted a chip and is now on his way to the director''s office.
If this chip is false, he may get the biggest bonus in his life!
When the storm comes, it''s not so grumpy, but there''s always thunder in the details!
Late at night, dufo came back from the outside in high spirits. He was carrying a blue bag with the sound of chips colliding inside. He sat down on the sofa, picked up the apple on the tea table and took a few bites. While chewing, he said vaguely: "that guy''s name is Koster. He''s from the West. He''s been doing usury over the past few years, but it seems that he''s not the person we''re looking for. Do you want to see him?"
A smile finally appeared on Du Lin''s face. He patted his legs and stood up. "What are you waiting for?"
On the way to the suburbs, dufo told Dulin that he had caught more than a dozen threads in the city these two days, but most of them pointed to different homes. These people have been found out. They have no ability to dare to do such business suddenly, which shows that they are just dismantling their homes. There are other people behind the scenes. Compared with others, Coster is obviously the most suitable to be caught back, because his private life is very chaotic and no one will be surprised to disappear for two or three days.
In the forage house of the suburban pasture, durin saw Mr. Coster.
He was wearing a yellow shirt with some red spots as ornaments, bright red. He looks a little thin in his fifties, with gray hair. There are two wrinkles in the center of his eyebrows, giving people a feeling of anger all the time.
When durin entered the forage room, he also raised his head and looked at durin.
"Mr. Custer, please tell me who your last home is?", Turin is still very polite. After all, he is the mayor. He can''t beat and scold any more. He should be reserved.
Koster laughed twice, shook his head, and lowered his head again. It seemed that he didn''t intend to cooperate.
Durin was not angry and asked Dover in a very flat tone, "does Mr. Coster have a family, parents or relatives?", Dover nodded, "good, bring them all."
"Let them get together for the last time!"