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India.
Manni Province.
It bordered the Western Ghats.
Not very large in size,
but its ambition was far from small.
It had once been an independent kingdom with a history of over two thousand years; however, when the United Kingdom occupied India, this place couldn’t escape its fate either, and under the force of guns, it had no choice but to surrender. The United Kingdom annexed it into British India.
Therefore,
this province had always been seeking an opportunity for independence.
Unfortunately,
India was not a pushover.
Although India’s military strength relied on purchases, and its soldiers were somewhat lackluster, with less than impressive combat power, someone once joked that the biggest enemy of the Indian Air Force was not others, but their own pilots.
But,
this was relative, compared to the great powers, India was still just a toddler, but against Manni Province, which hadn’t even fully transitioned from muskets to cannons, India had enough capability to keep their restless ambitions in check.
Anleical.
One of the notable magnates in Manni Province.
At the same time, he was also a counterfeiter, although he never considered himself as one, believing the rupees he produced were identical to the real ones. If that was the case, then they shouldn’t be called ’fake’.
Such an ugly word.
Over the years,
he had finally established stable channels for procuring the raw materials for printing money, with some materials coming directly from suppliers of the Reserve Bank of India’s rupee printing factory.
As long as the amount wasn’t too excessive, it could all be covered up.
With money,
here,
anything was possible.
And his family was also quite cautious.
They knew restraint.
Most of the money they printed never entered the market, but rather, through various means, ended up in the hands of Indian officials, who dared not to spend this money recklessly or only spent it in small amounts.
Thanks to their generosity,
and the efforts of two generations,
their family had established an almost impregnable ’status’ locally. Now, Manni Province was full of their connections, and unless the Indian government wanted to act against them, they feared no one.
They could safely pass on their legacy.
In the office,
Anleibur looked at the stack of Myanmar Kyats on the table, beaming with joy. Myanmar Kyats, being similar to rupees, did not pose a significant difficulty for him to counterfeit, and they had already printed a large amount in the past.
However,
the market did not accept them.
Myanmar had always been an agricultural country, with an excess of agricultural products but a weak industrial sector, requiring a lot of imports. Thus, they had previously relied on selling agricultural goods in exchange for a significant amount of rupees.
And then used those rupees to purchase various industrial products.
There was little demand here for large amounts of Myanmar Kyats.
Therefore,
creating Myanmar Kyats
had little use.
Later, Myanmar underwent significant changes; it was manageable at first, but ever since Ling took the role of Deputy Leader and Lang Cai approved the establishment of the Myanmar Economic Zone, their industrial products started to feel the impact.
At that time,
the trade situation remained largely unchanged,
since the Myanmar Economic Zone was too far.
And their products were too expensive, despite the good quality, price was king for the average consumer, so the pattern where Myanmar primarily earned rupees to exchange for Indian industrial products continued.
After Ling took charge,
the whole situation rapidly changed, and the import-export controls started to tighten. Most industrial products from India, previously hot-sellers here, were now rejected by Myanmar’s newly introduced quality standards, which became stricter and stricter.
Now,
they had to import a large number of products from Myanmar.
This required a large amount of Myanmar Kyats, thus creating a market demand for counterfeit Myanmar Kyats. They followed the demand, ready to make a fortune, but in less than a month, the situation changed again.
Myanmar decided to demonetize the Myanmar Kyat,
pushing for the Asia Dollar.
This made him a bit anxious.
It meant—
Their money-making time could only last until the end of December this year, after which they would completely lose this income channel. As for counterfeiting the Asia Dollar? Their engineers had studied it long ago and reached the conclusion---they were powerless.
The anti-counterfeiting technology of the Asia Dollar was too advanced.
If they wanted to replicate an identical one,
only the Great Powers could do so. Anleibur could handle some of the production factories in India that controlled the raw materials, but for the Great Powers---the United States, Japan, the United Kingdom, Germany, Russia, Huaxia,
he dared not provoke any of them.
Fortunately,
the deadline for the exchange was at the end of the year, and before that, they could make a good profit.
"Brother, the third batch of custom-ordered raw materials has all been arranged, they will be shipped over as soon as possible." Inside the office, Anbuleier’s cousin came in and reported to him, picking up a stack of brand-new Myanmar Kyat on the table and sniffing it.
Hmm.
It smelled good.
The smell of money.
"Good, these notes are already starting to be printed in bulk below, tell them to work overtime to age them. This time, it’s an opportunity given to us by heaven," Anleibur said proudly, puffing on his cigar with fiery eyes.
Since they couldn’t recklessly print Rupees,
they had stockpiled quite a bit of raw materials.
This time,
as long as they obtained a bit more of the essential color-changing ink, they could start printing money like crazy. Anyway, this time it was Myanmar Kyat they were printing, not in India, so he felt absolutely no psychological burden.
Even Ling, with all his might, had no right to judge him.
This time,
he had already made the arrangements.
After aging the notes, they would be carried across the border in batches. With such a long border, there was nowhere they couldn’t cross. He had made inquiries: inside the Myanmar Economic Zone, Asia Dollars had no restrictions on deposits and withdrawals.
Which meant, he could exchange enough Asia Dollars to take back.
At worst,
he could just keep it there.
Many things in Myanmar were quite good.
"Alright."
His cousin agreed with a nod and left. Aging the money was not difficult; they had developed their own ’tools,’ which processed the brand-new Myanmar Kyat through over a dozen steps, making it look like it had been used for years.
Creases.
Grease.
Dust.
Missing corners.
Friction.
Water stains.
All sorts of old notes could be produced in two hours. With an assembly line, batch by batch, it could be said that they could age notes as fast as they were printed. In this respect, they were true professionals.
...
In the Command Room.
Having heard Anleibur’s words,
Tang Qing glanced again at the projection showing less than ten seconds on the countdown and smiled slightly. This man was indeed talented, but unfortunately, he had chosen the wrong target. However, Tang Qing always found India unsettling. This man was India’s own ’bad apple.’
Therefore,
this time,
Tang Qing simply wanted to cut off his ability to print Myanmar Kyat, not to completely annihilate him, inadvertently cleaning up a big bad guy for India. This kind of good deed, Tang Qing felt it was a loss for him.
...
In the night,
outside the Printing Factory,
several figures approached at a speed incomprehensible to ordinary people, treading soundlessly. Faced with the formidable enclosure wall, standing at four and a half meters tall, they jumped up easily, hands reaching the top edge of the wall in an instant.
At this moment,
the surveillance around the Printing Factory, along with the high voltage protective nets, had been taken over.
The fighters wore face masks,
nimble and swift.
After scaling the wall,
they dashed toward the underground printing site of the factory, the pitch-dark night as transparent as daylight in the eyes of the fighters. The entire factory, in their view, was like a collection of transparent houses.
The movements inside were crystal clear.
With twenty meters of satellite penetration thickness,
nothing here could hide.
