Mo Jingchun picked up the fifty-dollar bill reported to the police and looked at it carefully, there were no folded corners.
Checked it again, still didn't pass.
At this moment, Candy had a bitter face, with an urge to cry her heart out.
Mo Jingchun examined it carefully under the light, there were anti-counterfeit marks; he really couldn't figure it out.
How strange.
Mo Jingchun, feeling a bit puzzled, handed the fifty to White, who had taken over management, asking Zero to see what's going on.
"Zero, you take a look, it looks real to me."
With eyes full of wisdom, Zero thoroughly scanned the banknote through White, and in a blink, Zero determined this fifty was fake.
"Boss, it's fake."
"The anti-counterfeit marks are imitations, with many differences, even machines can tell."
"Tsk tsk tsk, the cost of this must be up to fifty, huh?"
Mo Jingchun was very curious, how could there still be such quirky "talents" in these days.
