Yang Yi returned to his cell.

When I saw Yang Yi, the key was to watch Yang Yi return to his cell, Chris seemed particularly surprised.

"You are back? You are not dead? Great! Great!"

Chris climbed up from his bed. He patted Yang Yi's shoulder excitedly, and then said with emotion: "It's good that you can come back. You did it, you really did it!"

Yang Yi smiled slightly, then punched Chris in the stomach.

"Um."

With a muffled groan, Chris immediately bent down, and when he covered his stomach and staggered back, he looked at Yang Yi with an incredible look and said, "Fake! Why hit me?"

"If your son is about the same age as me, isn't it? Your wife was killed by someone, right? Are you waiting to take revenge after being released from prison, right?"

Sneeringly asked a few questions, Yang Yi walked up to Chris, suddenly punched him again, and directly lying on the bed.

"Tell me, how old are you this year?"

"Forty-five years old!"

Yang Yi slapped Chris on the head.

"How old?"

"At forty, I'm forty!"

He slapped again, and Yang Yi smiled and said, "How old are you this year?"

"Don't beat it anymore! Don't beat it anymore! Okay, I said, thirty-five years old! I'm thirty-five years old this year!"

Yang Yi took a step back, then he raised his foot and kicked Chris in the face, then he said with a ferocious look on his face: "How old are you this year!"

Chris looked at him and almost collapsed, and he shouted: "Twenty-eight years old, I am twenty-eight this year! It's really twenty-eight, it's twenty-eight!"

Yang Yi exhaled, then he chuckled and said, "Please tell me, you are twenty-eight years old this year, so why is your son about the same age as me, huh?"

Chris covered his face and shouted: "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have lie to you, I'm sorry!"

Chris always looks very deep and calm. When he is meditating alone, it makes people feel that he is missing something, and when he looks at someone with a melancholy look, it always makes people willing to believe every word he says.

Yang Yi never doubted every word Chris said.

Now, Yang Yi is very angry because he was fooled.

He always claims to be a genius, but ends up being tricked by his roommates. So although Yang Yi has not lost anything, he is still very angry, or furious.

"Say, what sin did you come in."

With the power of killing the boxing champion, Yang Yi dared not resist no matter what he did. So after hearing Yang Yi's question, Chris said timidly: "The crime of fraud is a ten-year prison term..."

"What did you do, say!"

"I'm cheating money..."

Yang Yi grabbed the collar of Chris's clothes, and then he said seriously: "Tell me more details, otherwise I will let you taste the best."

After letting go of his hand, Chris fell on the bed, and then he said with a sad face: "I have done everything. As long as I can get money, I have used all kinds of tricks. What do I say? I pretended to be a tenant, used the loopholes and time difference of checks to pass on other places to cheat money from people who rented houses. I used the trap of winning money. I investigated the income of the rich and then pretended to be a tax official to blackmail, and that's all..."

Yang Yi sneered and said, "That's all?"

"That's all!"

Yang Yi raised his hand, and Chris said anxiously: "There is nothing else!"

After slapping it hard, Yang Yi smiled and said, "That's all?"

Chris said helplessly: "Okay OK! Also, I think these scams are very low-level and I can't get too much money, so if I want to cheat, I should cheat a big one, so I packaged myself with my savings and pretended to be a top student at the Ivy League school, and another very bright prospect."

"Why do you do this?"

"Why? Because I want to make a lot of money, I want to..."

"No, it's not about asking you why you lie, but about why you want to package yourself like this."

Chris shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "Well, why do you need to package yourself? Because you can't get into the upper class without packaging yourself. Only the upper class can have big money. If you want to make big money, then of course you have to make money from the rich. You can't make a lot of money by cheating those poor guys. And it's the same hard work and the risk of exposure is not small. Since this is the case, why not cheat those rich people, they are actually easy to cheat."

"Very good, keep talking."

Chris sighed and said, "Actually, lying people also requires opportunities. You have to find the right time to start accurately, so my plan is to first get into the upper class and then slowly look for opportunities. This process may take a long time, but just one vote is enough to enjoy it for a lifetime."

"It makes sense, keep talking."

"I was very successful and got into the upper class. However, a woman fell in love with me. Her father was a rich man. Then, we fell in love. That's it. She wanted to marry me. His father was also very satisfied with me. At this time, my girlfriend was pregnant, so we were going to get married, but at this time, I was exposed..."

Yang Yi smiled and said, "You used your girlfriend and her father's social circle to cheat $6 million and set up a company. The company was well run and every investor got a reward. But at this time, someone exposed you, your company was just a shell, everything was just a Ponzi scheme, so you were sent to jail, your soon-to-be-married girlfriend left you, and your expectant father-in-law sent you to prison."

Chris said with some anger: "Since you all know why you still ask me."

"What I'm concerned about now is why you are being exposed. So far, because of the Witness Protection Ordinance, this is still a mystery, tell me why you are being exposed."

Chris looked somber again, and he whispered: "I have a partner. He was jealous when he saw that I gained fame and fortune. He couldn't stand it. I got everything I shouldn't have, so he reported it to me."

"So is it uneven to divide the spoils?"

Chris shook his head and said, "It's not that the spoils are unevenly divided. Everything I have cheated from myself and has nothing to do with him. I just got fake documents and fake resumes through him, but I paid it! A total of 20,000 US dollars I paid! He just saw that I was so glorious that I couldn't stand it, so he asked me for three million US dollars! In order to maintain the scam, I gave him 500,000 US dollars to be settled, but he still reported it to me!"

Shaking his head helplessly, Chris said with grief and anger: "That's it, it's really just this. I just met a bastard who has no professional ethics and has red eyes."

Yang Yi nodded, and then he said seriously: "Why do you lie to me? If you don't have a suitable reason, then you will be dead!"

Chris whispered with a sad face: "Bored, I'm bored, I'm just bored, I'm really bored..."
Chapter completed!