Stan's got all this money and he's hoarding it.
He needs Australian currency.
I'll show you the greed in his eyes.
Frank had access to $50 notes.
Counterfeit.
He had access to as many notes as he needed. Fuck, he even owned some of the printing presses scattered around Asia.
And Kumar, he's a greedy cunt and I'll get his 200 grand as well.
Well that was the plan.
The Chinese printing presses were doing good fakes.
But the feel and texture weren't right.
Paper, the fucking idiots.
Why can't they just use plastic and make them good counterfeits?
They were good enough to play in the casinos here in Manila.
It was always risky business.
'I'll add another twenty percent on your cash,' said Frank.
'What do you mean?' asked Kumar.
'I mean if you give me 200 thousand Australian dollars in Pesos, I'll pay back 300 fucking thousand smakaroos!!!.'
Chris' wife had made the boys another three-in-one coffee. It was sweet as fuck but the cool morning wind and rising sun was conducive to the moment.
Screw them over the only way I know.
Frank didn't respect Stan for using his passport. Jack had already told him.
He'd have to sort this out soon.
It wasn't as if he was cheating the boys. They were making 20 percent on their ill-gotten money.
'More like 30 percent,' said Kumar, who seemed clued in on his percentages.
'That's what I call a good investment,' said Frank who wanted the boys to feel they were getting a good bargain.
If it was too good, then most likely it was a crappy deal. But Frank wasn't going to tell them that. He was playing on their greed, that's all.
It would cost Frank about 20 grand Australian to get those fake notes printed up.
And he'd be paying with fake notes from another currency that he had perfected in another dodgy printing presss in Manila.
He also bought out another printing press in Guiyang, far from the flashy cities on the coast, which printed up adorable plastic counterfeits. They were so good, China was thinking of undermining Australia's currency with them.
'You'll walk away with 20 000 fifty dollar notes,' I said to Stan, 'that's one million smakaroos and easily stored in one suit case,' Stan's face lighted up in a way that only money can do, 'and all you have do is give me 800 thousand ozzie dollars worth in pesos. That's an easy 200 thou for you.'
Surely he'll take the bait?
'I'm in,' said Stan. He wanted to take the cash out of Frank Russel's bank account which he recently opened up so he could transfer the money from his Australian account to one that was more secure from the authorities who wanted to freeze his bank account.
Kumar, he was stupid and loved money.
'I'm in too,' he said, 'we'll both have the money delivered to you this evening.'
They didn't call Manila the con artist capital of Asia for nothing, right?
Frank wasn't a guy to be fucked with.
'Amateurs, the fucking lot of them,' he said, as the boys walked away from Manila Bay.
Number one rule at Manila Bay, Never do deals at Manila Bay.
Man, even I learned that one.
Frank was a big fan of Vanya Vetto's travel guides.
But who knows, it might just work out for us all.
And if it doesn't thought Frank, he knew he was always welcome at Manila Bay, where even the authorities don't dare venture.
He needs Australian currency.
I'll show you the greed in his eyes.
Frank had access to $50 notes.
Counterfeit.
He had access to as many notes as he needed. Fuck, he even owned some of the printing presses scattered around Asia.
And Kumar, he's a greedy cunt and I'll get his 200 grand as well.
Well that was the plan.
The Chinese printing presses were doing good fakes.
But the feel and texture weren't right.
Paper, the fucking idiots.
Why can't they just use plastic and make them good counterfeits?
They were good enough to play in the casinos here in Manila.
It was always risky business.
'I'll add another twenty percent on your cash,' said Frank.
'What do you mean?' asked Kumar.
'I mean if you give me 200 thousand Australian dollars in Pesos, I'll pay back 300 fucking thousand smakaroos!!!.'
Chris' wife had made the boys another three-in-one coffee. It was sweet as fuck but the cool morning wind and rising sun was conducive to the moment.
Screw them over the only way I know.
Frank didn't respect Stan for using his passport. Jack had already told him.
He'd have to sort this out soon.
It wasn't as if he was cheating the boys. They were making 20 percent on their ill-gotten money.
'More like 30 percent,' said Kumar, who seemed clued in on his percentages.
'That's what I call a good investment,' said Frank who wanted the boys to feel they were getting a good bargain.
If it was too good, then most likely it was a crappy deal. But Frank wasn't going to tell them that. He was playing on their greed, that's all.
It would cost Frank about 20 grand Australian to get those fake notes printed up.
And he'd be paying with fake notes from another currency that he had perfected in another dodgy printing presss in Manila.
He also bought out another printing press in Guiyang, far from the flashy cities on the coast, which printed up adorable plastic counterfeits. They were so good, China was thinking of undermining Australia's currency with them.
'You'll walk away with 20 000 fifty dollar notes,' I said to Stan, 'that's one million smakaroos and easily stored in one suit case,' Stan's face lighted up in a way that only money can do, 'and all you have do is give me 800 thousand ozzie dollars worth in pesos. That's an easy 200 thou for you.'
Surely he'll take the bait?
'I'm in,' said Stan. He wanted to take the cash out of Frank Russel's bank account which he recently opened up so he could transfer the money from his Australian account to one that was more secure from the authorities who wanted to freeze his bank account.
Kumar, he was stupid and loved money.
'I'm in too,' he said, 'we'll both have the money delivered to you this evening.'
They didn't call Manila the con artist capital of Asia for nothing, right?
Frank wasn't a guy to be fucked with.
'Amateurs, the fucking lot of them,' he said, as the boys walked away from Manila Bay.
Number one rule at Manila Bay, Never do deals at Manila Bay.
Man, even I learned that one.
Frank was a big fan of Vanya Vetto's travel guides.
But who knows, it might just work out for us all.
And if it doesn't thought Frank, he knew he was always welcome at Manila Bay, where even the authorities don't dare venture.
