Ye Qingqing was purely curious, and asked casually, but the panic on Sun Yurong's face made her suspicious, and she raised the phone card higher, and found that these dense holes were not arranged regularly, and they looked like they were irregularly distributed, and she really didn't understand why Sun Yurong wanted to poke these holes.

Sun Yurong pretended to be calm, "Poke and play, can't this be poked?" ”

When Ye Qingqing asked, he shook off the rest of the books, and dropped out a few more calling cards, and each one had a hole poked, a total of five.

Could it be that Sun Yurong has a habit of using a calling card as a bookmark?

But even if you use it as a bookmark, you don't need to poke so many holes!

"This is a meal card, right?" Suddenly, someone said.

Sun Yurong's expression was even more panicked, and he couldn't hide his panic, Ye Qingqing looked at her suspiciously, and then at the five calling cards with small holes, but he still didn't understand.

How can a phone card be a meal card?

"I remember, I used to hear my fellow villagers say that you can copy the meal card with a phone card, is that what happened?" Lu Ziqun shouted as if he had just woken up from a dream, and looked at the five calling cards in Ye Qingqing's hand in surprise.

Sun Yurong's expression was even more panicked, Ye Qingqing looked at the phone card suspiciously, can this thing copy the meal card?

How to reproduce?

Lu Ziqun took the phone card in Ye Qingqing's hand, pointed to the small hole on the card and said: "My fellow countryman said that the material of the meal card is actually similar to the phone card, and the size is the same. ”

"How do you do this to fit perfectly?" Ye Qingqing still didn't understand.

Not to mention hundreds of holes on a meal card, at least there must be dozens of them, and they are so thin holes, and the material is so hard, how to wear the needle, and it has to be guaranteed to fit perfectly, I'm afraid it's difficult to do, right?

"It's very simple, a needle, a candle is enough."

Lu Ziqun took her meal card as she spoke, Ruan Yingzi contributed her phone card, and the others also looked at her curiously, wondering how the phone card could be reproduced.

Being watched by so many people expectantly, Lu Ziqun looked excited and radiant, she has enjoyed this feeling of attention since she was a child, and that's why she likes to come out in everything, and the picture is the enjoyment of that moment.

Sun Yurong's face turned pale, she gritted her teeth stubbornly, forcing herself to calm down, even if she knew that the phone card could copy the meal card, anyway, she just had to bite it to death and not admit it, and no one would know where the money was.

Without evidence, no one can talk nonsense that she is a thief.

After a few minutes of psychological construction, Sun Yurong calmed down a little, but his face was still ugly, and his fists couldn't help clenching.

Lu Ziqun lit the candle and stacked the used phone card and the meal card together, the meal card was on the top and the phone card was on the bottom.

Ye Qingqing also understood that the machine relied on the small holes on the card to read the account, as long as the small holes on the meal card were copied on the phone card in the same way, it was equivalent to perfectly copying the meal card.

As Ye Qingqing expected, Lu Ziqun put the sewing needle on the fire and roasted it for a while, then poked the tip of the high-temperature needle into the small hole on the meal card, and the high temperature easily melted the plastic phone card and copied the small hole on the meal card.

I saw Lu Ziqun threading the needle and thread, the speed was very fast, and she successfully copied her own meal card in a few minutes, and the phone card was densely covered with many small holes, and the arrangement rules were exactly the same as the meal card.