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Chapter 20 - Chapter 20: Too Many Critical Hits to Bear

Even though I had my suspicions, I still seemed unwilling to admit that I wasn't a second-generation rich kid.

He clung to a glimmer of hope, "Dr. Wen, this..."

Maybe he himself couldn't say it anymore.

"Second-generation patient, would you mind if your Miss Tao Tao were Japanese?"

This sentence once again delivered a critical blow to me, reminding me that I am not a second-generation rich kid!

As everyone knows, looking like this, being Japanese, and doing such things, what kind of profession is this person engaged in?

"No way! She told me that she's in Asia City back home, and that as long as she wants to, she can fly over to be with me anytime."

"Neon Country? Is it what I think it is? Has international business become this advanced now?"

"If you tell me they targeted Brother Er Dai without months of investigation, I won't believe it!"

"Ms. Tao Tao is indeed not from Neon Country, but her face is that of a Neon Country person. Simply put, this is a meticulously designed scam, not just targeting you alone, but you happen to be the easiest big fish to catch."

I am not a second-generation rich kid, my face looks as if I swallowed that thing, feeling miserable.

If he still couldn't figure it out by now, he would be a fool!

"The website you accessed is similar to a scam dark web, with its business scope in Asia. However, the personnel executing the business are quite different from the numbers on the website. They achieve mutual benefits through cooperation. This lady's name is Yukina Hyakuno, she is proficient in our language and is responsible for video calls with you. But the person chatting with you is Ms. Momo. Do you understand?"

"Dr. Wen, I want to see what Taotao looks like." I, not the rich second generation, nodded. As he said this, he seemed to calm down a bit.

It was Taotao who borrowed someone else's face and body to video chat with him or send various suggestive photos.

"Keep clicking your name, and you will get the answer."

I am not a second-generation rich kid. Upon hearing this, I noticed a red arrow next to his name and clicked on it.

A face as ordinary as can be appeared, with the head taking up half of the upper body.

But there is an introduction below the profile picture.

[Collaborator: Meng Tao]

Height: 155 cm

[Weight: 70kg]

[Education: Elementary School]

[Split: 50%]

[Accounted for: 43851]

[Characteristic: Greedy for wealth, willing to break the rules to achieve goals]

[Rating: Excellent Cooperation Partner]

I am not a second-generation rich kid. Seeing that greasy, large face made my stomach churn, and I started to retch, my face turning frighteningly pale.

Perhaps everyone can understand, but ultimately no one can truly empathize with the feelings of the person involved.

"My goodness, no one would disagree if I called this person an ugly freak, right? Height 155 cm, weight 140 kg? Did they spend all the scammed money on food?"

[Heartache for the second-generation brother! How big of a psychological shadow must this cause?]

"Could it be that Second Brother has a knack for attracting scammers? Both people he likes are involved with fraud rings..."

I have to say, netizens really have wild imaginations.

After throwing up for a few minutes, I, who am not a second-generation rich kid, miserably stared at the live stream room.

And at that moment, the phone of "I'm not a rich second generation" rang again.

His hand trembled, and the phone almost fell to the ground.

With a complex expression, he opened WeChat; he had added both of them.

The message was from Taotao, "Brother, someone has been following me lately. I'm scared, but I don't have the money to move to a safer place. What should I do? I'm so troubled (pouting emoji jpg)."

In the past, if I had been a rich second generation receiving this kind of news, I would have immediately transferred the money, moved to a high-end neighborhood, and paid the rent myself!

But now, looking at this message, all he could think of was that greasy, fat, big head.

"Taotao, my dad's company went bankrupt yesterday. I'll transfer five hundred to you for now. You must wait for my family to rise again, and then I'll get you a bigger house!"