Hearing the words of the guy in front of him wearing a thick gold chain, Chen Mo felt that everything the fellow said was basically bullshit!
The same words echoed in his heart: Yeah, right. Like I'd believe you!
A man's mouth was a lying ghost!
Anyone who believed what this financial practitioner and "helper for those in financial difficulty" said had to be stubborn beyond belief—stupid enough to die!
Still, Chen Mo could not help sighing. People were just like that. If he did not believe it, someone else naturally would! Many people believed this kind of nonsense and borrowed money from places like this. From then on, they began the journey toward ruined families and destroyed lives.
In fact, sometimes those people did not truly believe it. They merely wanted themselves to believe it.
Without people like that, how could these finance companies survive? Without people like that, how could these financial practitioners and "helpers for those in financial difficulty" live so comfortably?
The cigar looked a little wasted in his hand, but the box bore the word Havana. Even a single cigar like that was not cheap; prices started in U.S. dollars.
Chen Mo did not answer or agree right away. Instead, he fell into thought. Unexpectedly, the Boss took that expression as a provocation!
"Hm?" Seeing that Chen Mo did not react, the Boss snorted. "Looks like you're still hesitating! Go help him clear his head, then let him make a proper decision."
With a wave of his hand, the two Strongmen beside him walked toward Chen Mo. Since he could not make up his mind, someone would help him. That was what the Boss did for a living, after all—making people clearly understand that once they came here, if they did not borrow money, there