Financial Secret War: Beacon Ticket Stubs

In 1942, the autumn season in Shanghai was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, and legal currency and counterfeit banknotes were undercurrents in the streets. Shen Yanzhi, a young bank supervisor, clutched a counterfeit banknote with a double stamp. On one side was his son's hot medicine money, and on the other side was Zhou Jingyao's copper-buttoned suit and a fake policeman's gun holster; the yarn factory owner Su Mingyuan hid the spun yarn in In the coal pile, the ticking sound of the silver pocket watch is mixed with the arrogance of the Japanese army's purchase order and the blood of the old accountant; Lin Xiuzhi's blue cloth bag hides the account books and secret letters, and under the peonies embroidered with needlework, is the heart of Wei Liang's family and country. In a battlefield without gunpowder smoke, the currency is the sword and the ledger is the shield. A counterfeit banknote can be exchanged for life-saving medicine, or it can lead to death; a piece of cotton yarn can be used as military supplies for the Japanese army, and can also warm up the cold nights in the base area. When Shen Yanzhi's silk shirt was stained with soot, when Su Mingyuan's spindle wrapped the printing plate, when Zhou Jingyao's pen rested on the counterfeit currency data - they were all betting that the secret code on the corner of the counterfeit banknote could be hidden from the search, that the soot-smoked yarn could get through, and that a little conscience in troubled times could last until dawn. But no one expected that the real legal currency hidden in the interlayer of the pocket watch, the bloody gauze under the coal pile, and the writing on the blank page of the account book would have already entangled the fate of several people in the most secret contest in the war.