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Chapter 957 - 517 Why Bother_4

Chapter 957: Chapter 517 Why Bother_4

Because swindlers had been brought up, during dinner that night, Heizi again mentioned an incident of deception that had occurred in their own village.

The victims in this case were from a family with relatives working outside the village. As the Chinese New Year approached, which was a time for everyone to head home, a young man from this family had caught the swindler’s eye on the train.

Soon after boarding the train, the young man struck up a conversation with someone, and they hit it off—naturally, that’s nonsense, if a swindler wants to defraud someone, they surely have to earn their target’s trust first.

The swindler on the train posed as a successful businessman, telling the young man that he was in the grain business.

It was precisely due to the lack of information consulting that the swindler seized his opportunity; he claimed his purchase price for grain was far higher than the normal rate. Because he was supposedly using the grain for premium food products, and Tanghe County was renowned for its excellent grain, the grain fit his requirements perfectly.

Of course, Tanghe County’s name was provided by the young man himself. It seemed perfectly normal to ask where someone was from when you’re on the same train.

As the conversation continued, the swindler dressed as a successful businessman asked the young man if he wanted to make some money.

Who wouldn’t want to make money? So, the swindler went on to propose that he wanted to hire the young man to procure grain for him locally—he even assured the young man that he need not worry about the capital, as he would deliver some starting funds after the New Year.

All in all, everything sounded very promising, and in the end, the young man gave the swindler a phone number. The number actually belonged to the village committee, as there were very few households with telephones in Sancha River.

When the young man finally arrived home, after a train ride of more than a day and several bus transfers to Tanghe County and then Sancha River, carrying his belongings excitedly, the villagers were astonishingly asking him, "Didn’t they say you had an emergency illness?"

"Who’s ill?" The young man was even more surprised than they were, and a bit annoyed as well. He had just had a hard time getting home and had secured a way to make money on the train; hearing people mention he was suddenly ill was definitely not pleasant.

However, the truth soon became clear: his family had been conned.

The scam was straightforward; the swindler called the village committee, claiming that the young man had suddenly fallen ill on the train and was now in urgent care at a certain location, urging them to quickly deposit money into a bank account.

The villagers couldn’t get in touch with the young man while he was on the train. The swindler, however, described the young man’s situation very accurately: the number of family members, their names, where the young man worked, and even recited his national ID number with perfect clarity...

So the young man’s family panicked, borrowing money all over the village and even going to the bank in the county town to deposit the money into the swindler’s card.

Now, the money was certainly irretrievable. The young man, with only the earnings of a year’s labor in his pocket, could only want to cry but have no tears: this amount wasn’t even enough to pay off the debts.

It was a simple con, but the swindler successfully preyed on people’s psychology and easily got away with it.

After dinner that night, snowflakes began to drift down from the sky.

By the time it was nearly dawn, Yan Fei had finished feeding the tiger and was preparing to eat breakfast with a bowl of meat in hand, the snow was still falling heavily outside, covering the ground in white.

Chomping away happily, he was contemplating whether he should buy some books on criminal investigation to enhance his knowledge, when his phone rang again. It was Lin Baoguo’s exasperated voice, "Yan Fei, hurry up and get on your motorbike to chase after them, those two swindlers have escaped. They even stole a motorbike from the police station and are heading north..."

Fortunately, because he hadn’t felt like continuing with his adventures in the Dinosaur World, he had spent more time in the real world lately, and, luckily, it had snowed that day. He needed to be vigilant about his greenhouses to prevent any problems.

Yan Fei was initially relieved, then immediately felt dismayed. Knowing that the two swindlers were dangerous, how could they have been so careless?

The police station staff were greatly frustrated. It wasn’t that they had been careless, they just hadn’t anticipated that the two swindlers could be so cunning. Even Old Pi, who was exceedingly shrewd and crafty, hadn’t foreseen their professional-grade skills.

The two swindlers were apprehended and interrogated at the police station throughout the evening. With the New Year approaching, they were eager to finish their interrogation and hand over the case so that everyone could have peace of mind during the holiday.

They had kept the swindlers handcuffed the entire time, not just to each other, but also to objects like tables, chairs, stools, and bedposts.

Unexpectedly, just while dozing off for a moment, the swindlers somehow managed to unlock the handcuffs. The door locks were like nothing to them, and they even took the opportunity to take a motorbike from the courtyard.

The escape was discovered immediately, but with the snow falling and a thick layer covering the ground, no one could follow the trail without leaving any marks, except for Boss Yan Fei.

But it was precisely because of the heavy snow that they were difficult to capture. So the call went out to the dairy farm, and to Yan Fei as well.

By the time Yan Fei took to the sky, several motorbikes from the dairy farm were already in pursuit. The police vehicles had left town and were chasing northward.

Their speeds were all frustratingly slow; in such weather and road conditions, speeding was tantamount to courting death.

The swindlers couldn’t go fast in this weather either, and being caught escaping was an unforeseen circumstance; they couldn’t have prepared everything as they normally would. Not very familiar with the roads, now blanketed with a layer of heavy snow, they didn’t get far before their motorbike slid into a ditch. Fortunately, they weren’t going fast, so the two men got up, brushed the snow off themselves, and continued their escape on foot.