The moment the warehouse door opened, sunlight streamed in from outside.
As the sunlight poured in, the world inside the warehouse seemed to rapidly merge with the world outside, becoming one.
Some of the people involved in counterfeiting left with their bags on their backs or suitcases in hand.
Some looked like corporate executives. Dressed in serious formal attire and carrying briefcases made of calfskin, they naturally brought the word "elite" to mind.
Others looked like ordinary tourists, wearing cheap clothes and carrying a shoulder bag...
Each of these people had a different place in society, just as their appearances suggested.
Manufacturing fake chips to defraud people of their wealth did not mean they had to abandon their former lives. Most of them were no different from before.
They had simply become richer! And perhaps becoming richer was the biggest change in their lives!
After everyone else had left, the team's Captain closed the warehouse door again.
The others' departure did not mean he would leave as well. He still had to continue studying the chips.
He had a very straightforward understanding—
As long as he could figure out Slem's anti-counterfeiting chips, he could spend the rest of his life happily!
The weight and shape were now more or less settled.
Slem's chips came from several different manufacturers, none of which had ever produced chips before.
They mainly produced industrial metal components.
Those separate components were then assembled at another factory, eventually becoming the chips now in people's hands.
Since the special alloy used in the chips was extremely restricted, and even asking around could result in being entered into the records, he had used lead plating to adjust the weight.
There was a thin shell on the outside, with lead powder added inside in suitable amounts to increase the