How a gambling-bankrupt man cheats like a fraudster

by piaoc5641 on 2012-02-09 18:19:16

I am 23 years old this year, and I will be 24 soon. My height is acceptable, and my appearance is average (but still quite a few people praise me for being beautiful). Last March, I met a boy at my workplace. Since I was working in the sales industry at that time, he came to buy something from me. I didn't think much of it and received him with my usual enthusiasm. Perhaps he thought I was very enthusiastic and easy to talk to, so eventually, he asked for my phone number. Actually, I generally don't like giving out my phone number to strangers. I hesitated for a moment but ended up giving it to him anyway. After he bought what he wanted and left, he started calling and texting me. At that time, I didn't pay special attention to it and ignored him because I thought these were just boring moves, and we weren't familiar with each other anyway. However, he continued to send messages and asked why I hadn't replied. His "persistent" behavior moved me a bit. If others have gone this far, and I still ignore them, it seems a bit arrogant. So, I said let's add each other on QQ and chat there (at that time, my job involved using a computer, so I could go online).

On QQ, he roughly introduced himself: He was 28 years old at the time, had served in the military, and was very outstanding. In 2005, he started his own business, and it seemed to go pretty well in those few years. In just two short years, he made millions, you could say everything went smoothly for him. He owned both a house and a car, and influential people from all walks of life would flatter him. It was in 2008 when his friends took him to Macau for fun, where he gambled and lost several hundred thousand yuan in just a few hours. Feeling不服气 (unwilling to accept defeat), he went back to gamble by himself, and as a result, he lost everything overnight. There were also some issues in his factory, and basically, he felt like he fell from heaven to hell in that one incident. Later, he handed over his factory to a comrade-in-arms to manage while he "reflected in solitude" for nearly a year (apparently, he stayed in a hotel room without stepping outside, only opening the door when someone delivered food).