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Chapter 223: I am not afraid of Mao's ability to fight, I am afraid of Mao's use of military tactics
"Dawali, you have to do this kind of thing by yourselves, and you have to do it secretly. How can you let others do it for you?"

"I can pretend I don't know about this matter. You didn't mention it today. Let's go out for dinner." Li Yunfei put away a few counterfeit bills, returned them directly, and spoke.

The practice of counterfeiting currency has existed since ancient times. During World War II, the little moustache made a lot of counterfeit British pounds and US dollars to attack the opponent's economy.

Jiaobenji did the same thing, but the gold yuan coupons on the bald guy's side collapsed too quickly, and the speed of counterfeiting money was not as fast as the depreciation of the legal currency.

In the end, he made counterfeit money and lost a lot of money.

Sergei was stunned when he heard this. He took out the counterfeit bills again and said persistently, "Davri, I think you are wrong."

"This is not real money, it's fake money!"

"Of course I know what counterfeit money is. If you ask me to print it, it must be counterfeit money. If you ask me to make real money, I don't have the ability to do that."

As long as you make counterfeit money, no matter where you are, you will basically spend the rest of your life in prison if you are caught.

Li Yunfei's big hat made Sergei very panicked: "Davri, you are really wrong."

"This is not real money, it's fake money, take a closer look!"

After listening to Sergei's emphasis, everyone looked at the banknotes carefully. After reading them, everyone fell silent.

Although these banknotes do look like US dollars and euros at first glance.

But who will thank the Euro? Don’t say that the goods are worth 200!

Whose US dollar will have the smiling head of the 2-cent leader Zelishenko printed on it.

If this is a counterfeit currency, then the person who designed it should be sent to a mental hospital.

Li Yunfei was silent for a moment, then asked, "Dawali, what are you doing?"

"Sun Tzu said: 'The best military operation is to attack the enemy's plans, the next best is to attack their alliances, the next best is to attack their plans, the next best is to attack their cities. But attacking cities is the worst; attacking the enemy's heart is the best.'"

"My dear Davari, these are the contents that you wrote in military books thousands of years ago. I don't need to explain them anymore, right?" Sergei said proudly.

Li Yunfei was very upset when he heard his words.

When I was young, some unscrupulous businesses would print banknotes on one side of their flyers for publicity purposes, and then throw them on the roadside to attract people to pick them up.

Da Mao and Er Mao, this pair of funny guys, are using the same tricks they used in their childhood to engage in psychological warfare.

This thing is indeed not counterfeit money. If you really want to be serious, it is at most the same as ghost money.

"Dawali, can I print this?"

"can!"

"Then do you have any solution here?"

"Yes, to be honest, I have a friend who did invest in a printing factory. How many copies do you plan to print?"

"Mr. Davari, let me be frank with you. If the order is small, you will have to contact the appropriate manufacturers yourself." Li Yunfei asked curiously.

Nowadays, the world is paperless, and most printing factories can survive because of connections.

Either contract the printing of textbooks, or contract the printing of newspapers for official corporate units.

After all, if the S3 season happens and the global Internet is paralyzed, the printing factory will play a significant role as a backup information distribution channel.

"Not much. Just print 200 tons of this kind of counterfeit money first."

"To be honest, this kind of psychological warfare is the first time we use it. We can't really say whether it's effective or not." Sergei scratched his head and said.

"Davary, two hundred tons is not a small amount. I have to say that your military theory is much more advanced now than when the war started."

"Then I wish us a happy cooperation. I will take care of the counterfeit currency printing!" "I will contact my friend about this matter and will give you the most favorable price. If you don't have money, you can give me oil and natural gas." Li Yunfei immediately stretched out his hand and said with a smile.

When Sergei heard this, the tense expression on his face visibly relaxed.

He also extended his hand and said with a smile: "Nakawari, I'll leave this matter to you."

"By the way, if you can keep it a secret, try to keep it a secret. The more sudden the attack on the mind, the better the effect."

After everyone finished their meal.

Li Yunfei hummed a little tune and sent Sergei back to the guesthouse.

He followed Mr. He and Zhang Shaozhong, strolling around the factory to help digest his food.

Mr. He looked at Li Yunfei and asked, "Boy, tell me the truth, who is your friend who runs a printing factory?"

"Mr. He, don't ask me. I don't have any friends who own a printing factory. I just own a small printing factory."

"Those two hundred tons of banknotes will keep my printing factory busy for a while."

"What I said was flawless, there is no loophole!" Li Yunfei scratched his head and said with some confusion.

"When you heard about 200 tons of banknotes, you laughed so hard that you couldn't stop, just like the huge amount of money you made yourself."

"If it was your friend's paper mill, would you smile so happily?"

Li Yunfei felt a little embarrassed when he heard this, and quickly changed the subject, asking, "Mr. He, Director, can Da Mao's psychological warfare succeed?"

"Although the level is a bit low, there will definitely be no problem. They really buy into this."

"Either they were pulled to the front lines, or they became mercenaries. Now, apart from the war, the morale of the Ermao has dropped."

"We are just trying to wage psychological warfare. Printing banknotes is a low-level method. We haven't even learned how to be surrounded by enemies, and now we are being taught the art of war."

"They are two families, using drones to talk to each other in dialect, isn't that better than this method?"

Li Yunfei couldn't help but cover his forehead with his hands as he listened to the director's complaints. It was true, but what he said was plausible.

"Boy, when it comes to psychological warfare, we are the ancestors of those foreigners."

"Foreign soldiers often have serious mental illnesses when they retire, and many of them cannot get over it for the rest of their lives. When has this ever happened in our family?"

"They have been practicing indulgences since ancient times, while we have always emphasized that the teacher has a legitimate reason to do something."

"The psychological warfare between these two armies is actually just like an argument between two people. Only by standing on the moral high ground can you be invincible." Zhang Shaozhong said.

Li Yunfei nodded repeatedly after hearing this, as if he had suddenly realized something. He then hurriedly said goodbye to the two and walked towards the factory's guesthouse.

"Boy, what are you doing?"

"What can you do? You are just offering me something for nothing. Lao Zhang, take those few words you just said and tell them to Sergei."

"At least, at least it's worth this much!" Mr. He stretched out five fingers with some emotion.

"Fifty thousand dollars?"

"At least five million US dollars!"

The generation gap between young people and their parents is difficult to bridge, and the generation gap between different countries and cultures is equally difficult to bridge.

Sometimes even mutual understanding and mutual respect are a luxury.

For example, how many people can accept that Sammo Hung uses his right hand to wipe his butt when he goes to the toilet?
(End of this chapter)