Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

When the neighbors heard the noise, they thought the couple was fighting again and hurried over to stop them.

When they saw the people in police uniforms, they looked at each other and asked in confusion, "Why are the police here? Dashan, you hit your wife again. This is not okay."

"Yeah, yeah, what if it's really broken?"

The old men and women all looked at Zhou Yong with a meaningful look in their eyes: "Cuiyun, this can't be the man you found outside, this is too..."

Zhou Yong felt sad when he thought about it and cried, "No, they were a couple who were deceiving people together and were doing live broadcasts online to create a fake persona."

"They cost me half a million dollars. Besides me, I don't know how many people they cheated. The master even said that two people committed suicide because of their deception."

"You are so cruel. It's okay for you to cheat people out of money, but you should know that sometimes it's life-saving money, and people beg you for help."

"Why don't you give it to me? It's no use begging me now. I've already sued you, and I won't stop until you go to jail."

The old men and women looked at each other, their faces filled with shock.

"Young man, you can't do that. Cuiyun is a good woman. She would never do such a thing. If someone cheats you out of money, that's not cheating. That's a crime."

Zhou Yong took out his cell phone and motioned for them to look at the transfer.

"Look, there's no mistake in these transfers. The recipient is Liu Cuiyun."

"She said she was divorced and a single parent raising a child and wanted to find a good man to marry. I'm an IT guy and don't usually interact with girls, so I thought she was a good woman."

"Divorce doesn't matter. I'm willing to marry her and raise the child together. But she said the child was sick one moment, then she was sick the next. It cost me half a million dollars."

After hearing the whole story, the two policemen looked at Zhou Yong with complicated eyes and a bit of sympathy. This young man was indeed a bit miserable.

Finally, the man was taken away and the police investigated the matter.

Zhou Yong did not forget to tell the news to netizens, with an angry look on his face.

[Don't fall in love online in the future. They are all scammers. You don't even know if it's a man or a woman. It's really disgusting.]

[Hey guys, stop complaining and tell us how much money that couple actually scammed out of money. We need to see how many love-brained idiots there are.]

[…If you add it all up, they have about five or six million, but they haven't spent much, mostly just kept it in the bank.]

[He planned to make eight million, then cancel his account and take the money back to his hometown to retire. If he hadn't been caught, who knows how many people would have been deceived.]

[Wow, that ugly guy actually makes so much money. I've been working for ten years as a social animal and I don't even have a hundred thousand in savings.]

The working soul of a migrant worker: [Brother, please stop talking. I'm about to break. Please be kind. Working is just too miserable.]

Positive Little Sun: [I was still relying on my boss's promises to keep me motivated, but now my defenses are broken. Help me, woo woo, I'm going to find a place to cry my heart out.]

Ding-ling-ling, the bell for the end of get out of class rang.

The classroom became noisy. Su Chen packed up briefly and went out with his shoulder bag, but was stopped by the counselor Guo Cheng.

I turned my head and met a pair of complicated eyes.

He greeted me with a normal expression: "Teacher, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Guo Cheng looked around and hesitated to speak, then said, "Su Chen, come with me to my office. I have something to ask you."

"...Okay, I'll be right there."

Wang Hao trotted out, patted his shoulder, and said cheerfully, "Come on, I'll treat you to a hot pot. I heard there's a new one near the south gate of the school, and it tastes pretty good."

Su Chen refused and shook his head helplessly: "You go with Xie Nan. Lao Guo has something to talk to me about and I don't know when it will end. Let's make an appointment next time."

"Ah, what does he want you to do again? Isn't he going to participate in the International Knowledge Competition? Isn't that next year?"

"I'm not sure. It's probably not about the competition. I'll go and see for myself."

The two watched his back as he walked away.

Wang Hao casually asked, "Xie Nan, you are a Word Spirit Master, right? Are you from the same family as Yan Chu Fa Sui? Otherwise, how about you give me the Word Spirit so that I can buy lottery tickets and we can split the money in half."