Jiang Zhilin's smile froze on her face. At that moment, her heart seemed to be pierced by a pointed needle.

She subconsciously opened her eyes-

"What are you talking about?"

"Until now, do you still understand what happened?" The voice on the other end of the phone was lazily and a little playful. Jiang Zhilin even could read the contempt of the high-ranking people for the weak.

This made her feel angry for no reason while being uneasy.

"What are you? After taking me two million, do you think you won? Even if you know my true identity, don't forget that the 2.8 million deposit was transferred into my household registration by yourself..."

"I did transfer it to you for 400,000 US dollars, right..."

Lan Silin chuckled:

"Then what do you think will be the amount you actually transfer to your bank account?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Zhilin's cell phone trembled, and her heart seemed to have stopped suddenly for half a second. She didn't bother to talk to Lan Silin. She clicked on the text message and saw that it was the transfer message sent by the bank.

Your account xxxx5837 was earned RMB 13889.2 on September 22, and the balance after transaction...

At that moment, Jiang Zhilin felt an inexplicable chill like an invisible tentacle climbing onto her whole body, seeping into the skin, drilling into the depths of the bone marrow, and even his brain was "buzzing" into a cool and cold feeling.

"Ten thousand three...10 thousand three...why is it only ten thousand three? You obviously transferred 400,000 US dollars to me, but why are the only ones who received the money..."

Jiang Zhilin yelled at the phone microphone like crazy.

The voice of the other end of the phone was still slow. Even if you couldn't see the owner's face, you could see the frivolous smile on his face:

"Do you think... I use my Australian household registration specifically, just to make you believe that I have a company in Australia?"

"Actually, before trading with you, I had already applied for a mortgage loan at an Australian bank with the 430,000 US dollars in this account. That is to say, the balance in my card - a total of 430,020,000 US dollars - of which 430,000 are deposited as a mortgage for a property I have in Australia."

"Although this is a real number, it is in a state of freezing at this moment. Therefore, even if I transfer 2.8 million to you, it will not use even a cent of the 430,000 yuan as a deposit... The only one that can be transferred to your account is the extra 2,000 US dollars."

The voice owner chuckled:

"At least, you are lucky today. The exchange rate of US dollars has risen by two percentage points compared to yesterday. If you have a 13,000 yuan account, it won't be considered a loss of money, right?"

Jiang Zhilin finally understood that the 2.8 million deposit that Lan Silin agreed to transfer to her had become the deposit for another loan a long time ago, but she was not familiar with the foreign bank account mechanism, so she was hit by Lan Silin's plan to make money. Anger and panic suddenly gushed out in her chest, breaking through the threshold, making her look mentally ill:

"You are lying! This is impossible... This is impossible... You liar! Don't think about running away... I have a notary! By the way... There are also recordings... You have a company... You can't escape even if you run to the ends of the world!"

He said incoherently, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the unscrupulous laughter on the phone.

“Hahahahahahaha…”

"Aren't you? Notary? You hired the notary yourself. Even you know that the notary can't catch you. Do you think I will be caught? Save it, sister."

Jiang Zhilin was so excited that he was about to crush his phone:

"I will catch you... Don't want to run away... You have a company... I can call the police... If you dare to cheat on my money, I will die with you!"

The laughter on the other end of the phone disappeared and the laziness of the previous one returned to its previous laziness.

"No need to be so troublesome."

"If you want to see me that much, you might as well look outside the door."

Jiang Zhilin was stunned and turned his head stiffly.

Outside the glass door of Ancheng Credit Company, Lan Silin, who was casually wearing a suit jacket on her shoulders, put her pocket in one hand and the phone in the other, and her smile on her face was extremely frivolous.

Jiang Zhilin gradually reacted, walked forward quickly, pulled open the glass door suddenly, and walked to Lan Silin, only to find that the suitcase that was supposed to be carrying in his hand, which was two million, had disappeared.

"Where did you take my money?!"

Lan Silin "tsk" sounded, raised her hand, and pointed her temple helplessly with her index finger.

"Brain," he said.

After a pause, he said it again.

"Brain. Think about it with your smart little head... I have planned to plot against you for so long, do you think I might be acting alone?"

His voice was very gentle and peaceful. But the gentler his tone was, the more ridiculed it was when it fell into Jiang Zhilin's ears, and every word was heartbroken.

As soon as she finished speaking, the expression on Lan Silin's face changed and she took a small step back. Jiang Zhilin had already rushed forward and grabbed his hand. The woman who had lost her mind was so powerful that she was terrifying. She pinched Lan Silin's arm tightly, and wanted to free up her other hand to pinch Lan Silin's neck.

"Give me the money back!!!!!!!"

The woman shouted hysterically, and Lan Silin suddenly exerted force to throw it off. Her nails tightly grabbed Lan Silin's suit on her shoulder, and was dragged half a meter away. Even the stitches of the suit were torn apart by her.

"Give it back!!! Return it back to me!"

Lan Silin threw down the suit in her hand in disgust and said coldly:

"You broke a good piece of clothing worth six thousand yuan."

"Don't think of running...Don't think of running...I know your company address...I have checked...Your website...can't be fake...you can't run away...you can't run away...the monk can't run away...the temple..."

Jiang Zhilin murmured endlessly, her hair was messy, like a completely crazy woman. Lan Silin was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly murmured:

"Don't you understand yet?"

"Tid Watch Company is real. There are indeed many companies in Australia, and there are also websites."

"——But, Tide's business scope has always been abroad, and there are no domestic branches at all."

"The website I gave you is fake. To make such a website, it's very simple. You just need to learn the most basic web programming. It's just that you can translate the foreign homepage of Tide Company into Chinese and copy it completely... Then, in the contact information, slightly modify it and change it to the number in my business card, that's all."

"That kind of thing is just a basic trick. If you are wary of it, click in and take a look at the development history of Tide Company. This kind of crude lie will be self-defeating."

Lan Silin narrowed her eyes slightly, with a gentle smile in her eyes:

"But I know very well that you will never find this, and no matter how cautious you are, you will not find such a boring trick."

"Because I have deliberately left a subjective impression in your heart after several previous contacts. Whether it is a rich second-generation master or a crappy liar, in your eyes, I am just a prey and a rabbit in the mouth of a lion."

"Even if the lion uses all his strength when fighting a rabbit, it is just because it is worried that the rabbit will run away. The lion never considered the possibility of being eaten by the rabbit. So..."

"From the beginning, you've fallen into the trap I designed. You'll never imagine that you'll have the possibility of being cheated."

Jiang Zhilin was speechless. She looked at Lan Silin blankly. There was no trace of victory in his eyebrows, only pure peace and joy. But she clearly felt that what she was looking at her was a complete demon.

A feeling of despair filled her heart. She knelt on the ground like this, unable to speak for a long time. When she spoke again, Jiang Zhilin's voice was so dry that it was not like herself.

"Who are you...? Why do you do this..."

Lan Silin blinked.

"A long time ago, there was a man named Su Qin. He studied hard and had a strong will. That era was a chaotic era. He was determined to become the greatest strategist."

"But the reality is cruel. The man named Su Qin has traveled around the world for many years with full ambition, spending all his money on his body, but he still gained nothing. No king is willing to listen to him."

"When he returned home in a mess, his relatives hated him. His father complained that he wasted his time, and his mother asked him why he didn't go farming. No one cared about his ideals, and no one wanted to know what he had experienced in the past few years."

"Su Qin was very desperate and powerless. He began to doubt his abilities and his ideals. He was already thirty years old. He would die if he had been dreaming. He couldn't help but start thinking: Maybe this is the case in my life. I was not an eloquent person. What the kings needed was not sincere advice, but jesters. The moth that longed for the light would die when it pounced on the candlelight. He was born to be a moth. Can he become a creature other than the moth? He thought."

"In the following year, Su Qin disappeared. No one knew where he went, and no one would care. The war between countries continued, and people still lived."

"It was not until two years later that a strategist named Su Qin suddenly appeared in a country named Yan. He was well dressed and had a very elegant conversation. The king of Yan State admired him very much. This man named Su Qin was valued."

"In the following years, Su Qin went to different countries one after another to lobby the monarchs of each country. The monarchs adopted his suggestions and united to form alliances. Su Qin was also named the prime minister of six countries at the same time, becoming the most glorious strategist in the world."

"Later one day, Prime Minister Su Qin drove by a remote village. Two farmers who were plowing land by the fields saw his convoy. One farmer said, 'Look, does Prime Minister Su Qin look like the son of the village leader Lao Su? That poor scholar also seems to be named Su Qin."

"The other farmer thought about it and laughed. He said, 'It's just that the name and appearance are a bit similar. How could they be the same person?' The farmer who spoke first also laughed. He said, 'It's true that the scholar in the Su family is poor and pedantic, and his temperament is different from that of this prime minister. He must not be the same person.'"

After telling such a bizarre and weird story in a fairy tale tone, Lan Silin took a breath and said with a smile:

"Have you heard of "Su Qinyou Zong" in "Records of the Grand Historian" before?"

Jiang Zhilin was silent for a while and asked stiffly:

"What the hell are you... trying to say?"

Lan Silin smiled again.

He whispered:

"Su Qin... is the earliest crazy talker recorded in history."

"Crazy means insanity. However, in ancient times, this was actually the word "deceptive"... crazy words are lies."

"This name has revealed two of the biggest characteristics of Kuangyan Master."

"The eloquent liar..." Lan Silin's smile became stronger and stronger:

“…and the lunatic with ‘multiple personality disorder’.”

"I am Master Kuangyan."

He paused, blinked, and chuckled:

"——The liar among the liars, the ancestor of the liars."

Endless fear accompanied by Lan Silin's calm and gentle words poured into Jiang Zhilin's heart. The invisible pressure even made her feel suffocated. Her breathing became more and more rapid, and her eyes were covered with blood.

"Why!!!!" Fear, anger, confusion, and strong emotions hit her tear glands. Jiang Zhilin couldn't help but burst into tears, but he seemed to be unaware of it:

"Why are you lying to me! I have no grudges and grudges with you... I didn't know you at all before! Why do you do this!"

Lan Silin took a deep breath, her smile on her face calmed down, and she suddenly said calmly:
To be continued...