The Goddess Who Protect Her Food

"Professional swindler?!" Mu Mianmian regained her wits from her anger.

Don't such despicable guys only exist in TV series? Shouldn't they be far away from commoners like us?

"Very few would be this evil if they weren't professional."

Normal people couldn't have come up with the scam tactic or the badger game. Qianmo already understood the ins and outs of the matter.

Chen Baichuan recapped how he had met this Old Zhao. They didn't know each other for a long time, approximately six months. Her dad had always liked to make friends, drinking and singing with them. About six months ago, Old Zhao joined their circle through a friend's introduction.

The friend had introduced this Old Zhao as a leader in a certain state-owned enterprise. He was a middle-level manager, so he was of just the right status for their circle. Furthermore, he held a little bit of power to show off. This kind of person would, of course, be popular with them.