"Making counterfeit money is illegal, that guy deserves to die."
Pan Song sat on his small stool, kneading the bait in silence for a moment before he couldn't help but complain.
Lin Li: "Not necessarily, as long as you apply for a permit from our People's Bank of China in advance, ensure it doesn't circulate after production, differentiate it clearly from real money, and mark it as counterfeit, it could be considered not illegal."
Pan Song: "..."
Pan Song: "Abandoning wife and children, that guy deserves to die."
Lin Li: "Indeed, there's no defending that, he really deserves to die."
Yu Song: "I think it can still be saved; wash it with cold water, dry it, and it could still be used."
Pan Song: "Then you use it, if you achieve enlightenment with your physical body using it once, I'll call you dad from now on."
Yu Song: "Song, why do you think being your dad is a glorious thing? You've listed the downsides, what about the benefits?"
Pan Song: "You damn..."
