The swindler had perfected the art of manipulation, knowing just how to prey on people's emotions.
After they hung up on her, An Ning muttered to herself, "With a brain like that, they could do anything."
She slung her backpack on and was about to head out, but before she even reached the door, it dawned on her.
"The rate of return."
High intelligence could certainly lead to profitable success, but the timeline was never fixed, and the returns were even less certain.
Con artistry has been a shady trade since ancient times. The allure of getting something for nothing and an extremely high rate of return was always tempting.
An Ning closed the door and went to see Director Hu first. After their discussion, she left the auto factory alone and headed for the bank.
Her every move was being watched by the swindlers.
One of the swindlers' accomplices watched as An Ning entered the bank with her backpack. When she came out, the bag was bulging and looked heavy.
