Evening.
Feng Lijuan was at a restaurant, having dinner with a few sisters.
Along with the sisters, there was also a middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, the very image of a business elite.
"Lijuan, let me introduce you, this is Mr. Qin Jiarong, a private fund manager," said a sister named Amei.
Feng Lijuan had been scammed out of five hundred thousand and was in a bad mood, so she just nodded at Qin Jiarong without saying much.
Although she was curious why her sisters had brought this private fund manager, she didn't ask.
She really didn't want to deal with anyone now.
If it weren't for her sisters insisting on her coming out, threatening that otherwise they wouldn't consider her a sister anymore, she wouldn't have wanted to come at all.
