What was so mysterious?
Click. Shi Tiexin opened the clasp and flipped up the lid. Resting squarely on the black velvet inside the case was a metal plate.
"This is..." Shi Tiexin stared at the metal plate for a while, then suddenly understood. He said in surprise, "US Dollars?"
"That's right! These are US Dollar printing plates!" Wang Dafa burst into laughter, brimming with high spirits. "Our team recently made a major breakthrough. We've almost perfectly engraved the US Dollar printing plates, and we've also solved the ink and acid-free paper!"
Shi Tiexin said in astonishment, "So that means we can make counterfeit US Dollars?"
"NONONO, they're not counterfeit US Dollars. Only money that can be exposed is counterfeit. If no one can expose it, then it's real." Wang Dafa's face glowed red with excitement, his spirits soaring. "Once we get the specialized printing presses, we can help the Federal Reserve ease its burden of printing money."
Shi Tiexin pressed, "When can we get the printing presses?"
"When? What do you mean, when? Today. Just now. The production lines are already running!" Wang Dafa waved a hand and shouted, "Come on, Stone. Let me show you the real good stuff!"
A white wall suddenly turned into a screen, displaying scenes from a factory workshop.
A great many printing presses were operating in unison. Countless sheets of acid-free paper rushed along the assembly lines with a swish, then were printed with crisp clacks into the appearance of US Dollars. Process after process dazzled the eye yet remained impeccably orderly. Clearly, hardly anyone was operating them, yet everything ran without the slightest disorder. Stacks upon stacks of uncut bills emerged, then were sliced into banknotes by cutting blades with sharp clacks.
Automatic bundling machines rapidly tied stacks of US Dollars into bundles,