I arrived at a factory complex on the outskirts of Guangzhou City.
The size of the complex was enormous.
However, the facilities were very poor.
Prefabricated buildings and container boxes were messily mixed, and high-voltage electric cables and gas pipes were exposed.
None of the factories had signage.
I checked the inside of the factory while hiding with ＜invisibility＞.
drooling-
Dozens of women were turning the sewing machine to make clothes.
When I came out of there and went to another factory, I was making bags.
Clothes, bags, and products of famous brands were copied without permission.
Hundreds of large and small buildings here were all ‘counterfeit factories’.
The number of workers working in this complex seemed to reach tens of thousands.
I was just about to burn the whole thing down, but I shook my head.
Girls who looked to be middle school students were doing ‘leather stitching’ with thick needles.
None of them had healthy fingers.
His fingertips were scaly and callused.
“[Eat food!]”
One child taps another on the shoulder.
It seems that they are taking turns eating.
The child who dropped the needle grinned at his friend and stood up.
Then, he picked up a steamed bun from a nearby table.
I started working again after eating a steamed wheat bread with nothing inside, with radish salty as a side dish.
hmm-
What would you do if you set fire to this place?
Even if the factory is burnt down, it won’t do much damage to those who are making the biggest profit.
In their place, the only loss was an old prefabricated building and a few sewing machines.
Only little girls will be engulfed in flames and injured or killed.
And there was no reason for me to step forward and punish all those involved in fakes.
Some marketers of luxury brands analyzed that counterfeits made in China were actually working as a positive factor for their marketing.
According to their research, sales of genuine products never drop even if they hit a fake version.
After all, rich people buy genuine goods.
And people who used to use counterfeits also buy the genuine product when they can afford it.
In short, it has the effect of increasing the potential customers of counterfeit luxury brands.
So they deliberately do not take legal action even though they clearly know that they are selling counterfeits of their products.
Why am I going to punish the people who make fake clothes and bags when the people involved are standing still?
Only those who make accessories need to be scolded.
‘By the way, where is the accessory factory?’
I know it’s in this complex, but I couldn’t pinpoint the exact location.
There are tons of buildings, no signs, no addresses.
It would take a year to check the inside and find it.
I came out of the factory, changed my face and turned off the invisibility.
Just when I entered the main road through the center, I saw a stall selling ‘duck intestines’.
It seems that there are many stalls because there are a lot of people working there.
I asked the stall owner.
“Do you know where the factory that makes accessories is?”
When I speak Korean, listeners hear it in the language they are most familiar with.
In the vicinity of Guangzhou City, Cantonese was spoken more than Putonghua.
Now the stall owner’s ears will hear my words in Cantonese.
There is a caveat when using this magic, do not speak to two people of different languages at the same time.
If you speak to a Frenchman and a Japanese at the same time, it will sound French to one and Japanese to the other.
“[I don’t know that.]”
The owner of the street vendor does not know the location of the accessory factory.
I asked other people who were waiting to buy some duck intestines.
not everyone knows
I couldn’t tell if he really didn’t know or if he was pretending not to know.
It was then.
kiik-
A truck stopped near a stall.
The driver got off and walked to the stall.
“[30 skewers of duck intestines!]”
“[Yes, please wait.]”
Squiggly duck intestines were stretched out and put on skewers to be grilled and sold.
I don’t know what flavor it tastes like.
Anyway, that’s not the point.
I approached the driver.
He will be familiar with the geography of this place.
“Do you know where the factory that makes accessories is?”
The driver looked me up and down and answered meekly.
“[I don’t know!]”
The feeling came.
It was clear that this guy knew and pretended not to know.
If so, there is a way.
You can use ＜control＞.
“[It’s done!]”
The owner of the street vendor handed him a skewer of duck intestines.
He took it and headed for the truck.
I followed him and quietly ordered him.
“Take me to the accessory factory.”
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We got on the truck and arrived at our destination.
I put my hand on the driver’s head before getting out of the car.
Then, I erased some of his memories with ＜Memory Removal＞ magic.
bruise-
The driver lost his focus and put on a dazed expression.
chin-
I got out of the car and closed the door.
After a while, the driver who came to his senses looked around and put on a surprised expression.
He won’t remember why he came here at all.
self-
I hid myself with ＜invisibility＞ and entered the accessory factory.
Dozens of female weavers were sitting at tables making necklaces and rings.
It was all the design of our shop.
They looked similar, but the quality was very poor.
In a frame made of fake gold and fake platinum, grains made of colored glass, not natural gems, were embedded.
It is to sell a crudely made fake to consumers between 50,000 won and 100,000 won, which is 1/1,000 of the original price.
Anyway, burning this place won’t solve anything.
It is necessary to catch the ‘head’ at the apex of the organization that produces and distributes counterfeit accessories.
“[Don’t be lazy, move quickly!]”
I saw a man walking around with his shirt off and urging the weavers.
“[Are you tired?]”
The man approached the young female weaver and began to massage her shoulders.
Then the hand goes down little by little.
Then the craftsman was startled and shook off his hand.
“[Don’t do this!]”
hehehehe-
He let out a ghastly laugh and put a cigarette in his mouth.
Whoa-
He blew a few puffs of smoke over the heads of the weavers, then sat down on a nearby sofa and started drinking tea.
Just looking at him, he seemed to be in touch with the upper line.
Let’s use that guy to find a higher one.
I quietly approached him and ordered him.
“Guide me to the highest one.”
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The place where I arrived after changing guides several times was a market in downtown Guangzhou.
The market size was huge.
Clothes, bags, watches, shoes, accessories, and all kinds of luxury goods were all gathered there.
Of course, it was all fake.
Shops selling counterfeits in broad daylight gathered together to form such a large commercial district, so I was thrilled.
What’s even more surprising is that this place is a tourist attraction.
Foreigners who come to Guangzhou to play visit this ‘fake market’ without missing it.
Korean tourists were no exception.
As I was walking down the street, I heard Korean here and there.
“Can’t we just buy these things?”
“You don’t have to buy too many! Buying one or two just for fun is fine!”
This kind of fake market is not going away because of people who buy one or two for fun.
No, for those who think like that, if this place disappears, the fun will also disappear.
Anyway, I didn’t care if they bought one or two for fun, or if they bought a lot and took it to Korea to do business.
I only have to guard the jewels of our store.
“[This is it.]”
An guide led me to the top floor of a building.
There was an office there, and when I went inside, there were dozens of men gathered there.
I asked the guys.
“Who is Mr. Zhang?”
Then all the men glared at me and pulled out the hatchet from their waist.
A middle-aged man in the office asked me.
“[Public security?]”
“It’s not.”
“[Then why did you come to see me?]”
“Are you Mr. Zhang?”
I didn’t have to go far to find the godfather of counterfeit accessories.
Mr. Zhejiang was the ‘head’ who supplied all the accessories from this place as well as other counterfeit markets in China such as Shanghai, Qingdao, and Tianjin.
Even fake market items from other countries such as Thailand and Vietnam were supplied by him.
The bastard beckoned to his subordinates.
Then they all raised hatchets and attacked me.
“stop!”
All of them were caught in ＜control＞ and hardened like statues.
trudging-
I approached Mr. Jang.
“[You bastards! What are you doing! Don’t stop him!]”
He cursed at his subordinates.
puck-
I punched him in the face with my fist.
It hit me very gently, and my nose bone collapsed and several teeth were broken.
snort-
He staggered, blood pouring from his mouth.
“[Who, who are you?]”
You can’t kill this guy.
These guys are like cockroaches, killing one doesn’t solve the problem.
If you kill him, another one will surely appear and take over the work he was doing.
So you have to use another method.
“Illuwa!”
I called one of his men.
He was the first one to run at me with a hatchet.
I put my hand on the head of the approaching guy.
hiss-
I put explosives made from sea salt into the skull.
Then he ordered the guy.
“Go and stand over there.”
Then he moved to a corner of the office and stopped.
‘Explode.’
puck-
Its head exploded, spraying brains and blood in all directions.
Everyone in the office wore it.
Brain water splashed on Teacher Jang’s face as well.
I was fine because I put a magic barrier around my body.
Mr. Zhang was startled and his whole body trembled like an aspen tree.
I quietly whispered to him.
“If a counterfeit similar to our store appears anywhere in the world, you become like that too.”
Then I planted explosives in his head.
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It was late at night when I arrived at Incheon Airport after finishing my business in China.
I drove the car and headed to Gangnam.
While driving, I was thinking about this and that.
After solving the counterfeit problem, another thought of an ancient demon popped into my head.
To deal with him, we must find another elixir extraction facility on Earth.
But with no clues, it was like heading into the ground.
I was very lucky to discover the Mongolian underground.
‘Is there any better way?’
The job would be very easy if there was something like a compass that could show where the large amount of elixir was.
How nice it would be if the leaves contained the knowledge to make such a compass.
But don’t get your hopes up.
There is no compass pointing to gold, let alone an elixir.
As I was driving while thinking about this and that, I arrived at the gold and silver room before I knew it.
When I entered the store, there were no customers, and the manager and Kim Seo-yeon greeted me.
“Boss, thank you for your hard work!”
“What trouble?”
“All the fakes that were floating on Chinese online shopping malls have disappeared.”
It seems that Mr. Jang does not want to die.
It was moving fairly quickly.
I told the manager
“Let’s clean up and go to work.”
“Yes, boss! And…”
The manager told me with a bright expression.
“I’ve figured out how to find another elixir extraction facility!”