Grandma Zhuang is soone who has long been imrsed in the world of money; how could she not know that once anyone gets involved with money—this toxic substance—it’s impossible to stay clean, and madness will surely ensue.
Whenever it cos to money—this poison—gambling one’s life is inevitable.
Gu Nuan, such a clever woman, couldn’t possibly be unaware.
*
Suddenly, a slight click sound was heard in the lounge box where they were resting.
Zhong Qiaohui, with perfectly healthy ears, couldn’t hear it, but Gu Nuan was extrely alert.
"Soone—"
"What?" Zhong Qiaohui was taken aback.
Gu Nuan imdiately stood up and quickly moved to the room’s entrance, peering out from the gap of the door swayed open by the breeze, she saw the hasty departing back of Mrs. Lu.
"Who?" Zhong Qiaohui had already taken off her shoes and ran barefoot to her side to ask.
"The woman with Ou Chunhua."
"Was she eavesdropping on us?! What does she want?" Zhong Qiaohui exclaid in surprise.
"I don’t know." But Gu Nuan knew one thing for sure, Ou Chunhua wouldn’t let her, Gu Nuan, have an easy ti. Moreover, the things they just talked about could be unfavorable to Mrs. Lu.
It should be said, if the truth she exposed were to leak out and everyone realized that this banquet was a Ponzi sche, all investors would surely demand to reclaim their money, including interest, from the organizers. If that’s the case, the organizers here would instantly face bankruptcy.
So investors are like Chairman Zhan, knowingly participating, but more are probably like Mrs. Lu—naive, wealthy, but clueless, dragged onto the pirate ship.
Are such people pitiful?
No. Gu Nuan didn’t sympathize with them at all.
Nurous professionals in the investnt world have long issued warnings—high returns with low risk investnts absolutely do not exist. All seemingly lucrative investnt channels might be a scam. Mrs. Lu may be stupid, but her heart is too greedy, hence she’s deceived.
If she had contentnt, given her current status and wealth, she could live out her life abundantly. But she’s not satisfied, and thus has sown the seeds of evil, deservedly reaping today’s results. Mrs. Lu doesn’t think about how many people in this world lead harsher lives, unable to afford three als a day.
Such a person, frankly, doesn’t deserve to have money.
The charm of financial gas lies in this, on one hand, it widens the gap between rich and poor, sowing social evil genes, yet on the other hand, it indirectly punishes those who shouldn’t own money.
"But if she goes to see Ou Chunhua, what then?" Zhong Qiaohui finally contemplated a rather unpleasant consequence.
"Perhaps she will go around telling others what we just said."
Uh—Zhong Qiaohui looked worried: "Does this count as speaking trouble into existence?"
"Probably." Gu Nuan nonchalantly uttered this sentence.
Zhong Qiaohui glanced at her, realizing she was pretending to be calm.
Without delay, they should hurriedly leave here.
The problem is, when they ca to the lounge, they had already seen the doors to the banquet closed. Once all the guests supposed to attend have arrived, to ensure the confidentiality of the event, the organizers closed the doors.
This ans, nobody can rightfully leave through the main entrance.
If they force their way out now, it would be equivalent to outrightly telling others that they’re unique, which would be like walking into a trap.
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