The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 250 The Denomination of Banknotes

"What time does he come to our house?" He Nan asked.

"Not sure." Shirley kneaded her injured leg and crotch, frowning slightly: "It's just after noon."

"Oh...then we still have some time to clean it up." He Nan was relieved: "Otherwise, it's really hard to see people with this dirty look."

"Ha ha... yes." Xue Li looked at He Nan's appearance and narrowed her eyes: "Look at you dirty."

"You are dirtier than me!"

"I didn't say I wasn't dirty." Shirley put down her phone, looked at the blue sky, and seemed in a good mood: "...the weather is really nice today."

"yes……"

"Do you want coffee?"

"Ah, no need." He Nan shook his head and caught a glimpse of Xue Li opening a can of black coffee: "It was seized? I don't have this at home."

"Hmm." Shirley narrowed her eyes slightly, her tone extremely proud: "The spoils of war."

"The kind where someone asks for coffee and you take it away after you kill him?"

"No. This thing is from the vending machine. It was even cold when it first came out-now, it hardly feels cold." Shirley said this, tidied it up in the bag again, and touched it. Touch the rhino potion to confirm that it is still in the interlayer that is so soft that it will not be broken: "I knocked out a guard at that time, and he put dollars in the vending machine. I bought lollipops and coffee, The rest of the money has been withdrawn... By the way, speaking of spoils, how did you get this trip?"

"It's not very good." He Nan shook his head: "I don't have a bag. The capacity on my body is limited, and I can't take away the weapons of every guy who is subdued... There are not many people with a lot of money on them, so I finally searched. It's only about two hundred dollars."

"In my case, I roughly counted it when I was waiting in the utility room, and it was almost two thousand dollars." When Shirley said this, she poked He Nan's face with her finger with a smile: "You are ten times worse than me."

"...nine times."

"It's not all the same." Shirley snorted softly, then turned her head to look at Bao: "Then, what about the weapons... I can't seize them casually here, I can only take some of them... I don't know how much they can sell for. Yes, the recycling price has not been high.”

"Yeah, profiteers must buy low and sell high." When He Nan said this, his tone paused, and he complained again: "Hey, people nowadays really don't like to carry cash very much. Sometimes they do it a lot Personally, the feeling that only coins can be found at most is as uncomfortable as eating shit."

"When did you eat it? Why don't I know." Shirley showed a look of surprise and disgust: "Please stay away from me when you talk in the future. I'm afraid of being disgusted."

"……Hey."

"Hehehe...just kidding." Shirley smiled with a wicked smile: "... Seriously, it's normal that fewer people are willing to bring money? It's easy to be robbed if you have too much cash. Whether you take it directly Asking for it at you with a gun, or knocking you unconscious and stealing it, it’s hard to accept... A bank card is the most convenient, and it’s useless if he doesn’t know the password.”

"Yeah." He Nan clicked his tongue: "I'm afraid that you will be forced to tell the password, and then someone will take the card to withdraw money on the spot. If you tell a false one, you may die. If you want to rob, you will rob."

"Yes." The corners of Xue Li's mouth rose slightly: "...It's best not to bring any bank cards. It's the safest way to not spend money when you go out."

"That's right." He Nan continued to complain, "We are the only people who have to bring paper money."

What He Nan meant was that detectives were the kind of people who had to ask for information with tips from time to time.

...Of course, those underworld members also bring paper money.

However, this does not mean that they will all be exchanged for information.

But the underworld uses paper money to trade with less risk.

If you pay with a bank card, it is easy to be targeted by the police and the FBI.

In fact, people who carry a lot of one-hundred-dollar bills with them now tend to have a grayer identity.

Because if Americans use banknotes in their daily consumption, they usually use up to twenty dollars.

Fifty dollars is rarely used, let alone a hundred dollars.

Large amounts are directly swiped by card.

This has led to a lot of guys with a hundred dollars on their hands who are basically involved in gray transactions.They still prefer banknotes over transfers.

"It's been a long time since I last found more than ten Franklins (one hundred dollar bills) from a dead body." He Nan said with emotion: "That time was really rewarding."

"That's right~" Shirley immediately revealed a smug expression when he heard him say this: "I found it again today. There is a guy who has seven hundred-yuan bills on him? Counting other scattered small denominations, That's about a thousand dollars! One person's money is almost worth all the others combined."

"...So you have seven tickets." Ho Nan overtook the car, ignoring the series of insults represented by "fuck" spouted by the car owner from behind, and complained: "It's only a thousand in total, no Calculate."

"That's a lot." Shirley chuckled, "Don't be dissatisfied."

"I'm not dissatisfied either... Anyway, today's adventure received a good result. If you don't count information, the most valuable thing is your newly acquired equipment." He Nan imagined how the freezing grenade would explode in the lake, deeply Excited: "One day when I have money, I will try throwing a frost grenade into the lake sooner or later."

"If you don't mind wasting it, you can just throw away what we have now."

"No, that's too extravagant." He Nan immediately refused, and instead mentioned the employer just now: "When we get home, let's find Moonlight Knight. Let him help analyze the ingredients of the rhino potion... and we will Clean up and rest until noon. I hope the employer in this case will not be the same as the last one."

"Do you mean not paying money or checking and checking to find out that the employer is the murderer?"

"Both." He Nan frowned: "But I don't think he would kill his wife like that..."

"...Unless he is also affected by the fear ink, and there is a mental problem?"

"Hey, fear inks won't be everywhere, right? Basil Homer doesn't have the money to look for test products everywhere." He Nan immediately said that this is impossible: "And I think chess masters seem to only find children for experiments Well... this is an uncle."

"Hmm... yes." Shirley was silent for a while, rubbing her lower abdomen that seemed to be a little uncomfortable due to menstrual pain, and said again: "I have a question for you. You mentioned that the smiling shark seems to stick to the tradition of the gaslight market. Right?"

"Correct."

"...But the rumors say that Smiley Shark took the position after killing the previous administrator, Jacob Bilgem, right? The Bilgem family is the founder of the black market, right? And it has been there for 200 years own it..."

(End of this chapter)