A Guide to the 80-Year-Old Photo Fraud Scam

This article sets anti-theft to 50% for 6 hours. [An cultural relic restorer with a strong desire to survive VS an officer with a hard mouth, a soft heart and an emotional attitude] copywriting Fang Zhiran stayed up late to finish reading a chronicle book, and was so angry that he threw his cell phone. The vicious female supporting character used her name and took photos of her roommates as "photo scams". At the same time, she also used seven or eight pen pals to defraud money. The first one to bear the brunt was Gu Zheng, the tough guy who rose from a poor boy to a group leader. "Is this woman sick? She is beautiful and well-educated. Why should she be the King of the Sea?" When she woke up, she was dressed as this female counterpart. Looking at the newly written letter in his hand, and then counting the remittance slips sent by Gu Zheng in the drawer, he realized that his vision suddenly went dark. The original owner wrote letters every three days, which made the leader of the group really fall in love. Now they are going to meet. "Stay stable first, make money and pay back the money, and then break up." Fang Zhiran gritted his teeth and decided on the policy. But Gu Zheng couldn't wait any longer. After the mission was over, he secretly took the train for three days to take a look at the place where his sweetheart was studying. At the entrance of the state-owned hotel, he saw Fang Zhiran being harassed by a man and helped him without saying a word. Fang Zhiran was about to look up and say thank you, but when he saw the face that was exactly the same as the photo, he almost died of fright on the spot. Gu Zheng did not tell the original owner that he was coming, and silently returned to the army. Fang Zhiran felt guilty and asked: "Is your mission over? Where are you now?" A test letter was exchanged for a stack of cash, a stack of cloth checks, and a transfer order. The day Gu Zheng was transferred to a school near her school, Fang Zhiran felt that his death had come. He pinched the photo of her roommate, with anger and the last trace of reason in his eyes: "Fang Zhiran, don't you want money? The most important thing you need to marry me is money." "Can I pay it back to you? Pay it in installments!" After that, Gu Zheng received five or ten yuan in repayment every day, and was so angry that he laughed until he found out that this girl was really working hard to pay back the money. For the last month's repayment, Fang Zhiran put the envelope on the table, containing the last one hundred and twenty yuan. Fang Zhiran took a deep breath: "A total of eight hundred yuan. It's over." Gu Zheng looked at the envelope and didn't move it. Fang Zhiran: "Do you... Want to count?" Gu Zheng: "No need." Fang Zhiran was relieved: "Then I'm leaving." But Gu Zheng suddenly said: "Fang Zhiran, you have paid off the money and debts, but what about the feelings? What do you want to pay back?" Small theater 1 At the door of the cultural relics studio, Fang Zhiran just stepped out of the threshold and ran into a military green wall. Fang Zhiran quickly took two steps back: "... Why are you here again?" Gu Zheng: "Passing by." Fang Zhiran: "Your troops are in the west and our school is in the north. Where can you pass by here?" Gu Zheng's expression remained unchanged: "Detour." Fang Zhiran choked: "How far... Have you gone around?" Gu Zheng: "About ten kilometers." After he finished speaking, he stepped forward. After taking a few steps, he looked back and saw that she was still stunned. Gu Zheng: "Don't leave? Then I'll go around and come back to pick you up." Small theater 2 In front of the sewing machine, Fang Zhiran was struggling with a pair of ripped trousers. The stitches were crooked and he pricked his finger three times. A hand reached out from behind and pulled the pants away from her. Gu Zheng sat directly where she had just been: "Watch it." He stepped on the pedal, his hands moved neatly, and his stitches were as dense as those made by a machine. Fang Zhiran was stunned: "You are an officer... And you can also step on a sewing machine?" Gu Zheng didn't even raise his head: "I can also darn socks, cook, and repair houses. What can't a child from a poor family not do?" He bit off the thread and shook his pants open. Gu Zheng: "Is there anything else you need to make up for?" Fang Zhiran said softly: "... No, no more." There is actually one more piece, but it's underwear. Even if I beat her to death, I won't take it out. Also in progress "Lychee Warm Rain" [Little Sun from the Comics Department VS Graduate Student from the Physics Department] [Passionate gourmet anchor VS anorexic patient who appears to be withdrawn but is actually boring and coquettish] At eleven o'clock in the night, Cheng Shu clicked into the live broadcast room in the same city as usual. On the screen, a girl with a bun is giggling at a pot of bubbling tomato beef brisket, the heat filling the mirror. "This beef brisket must be blanched for three minutes. One second longer will make it stale, one second less will make it too fishy... Hey, welcome 'user 847263' to come in. Haven't you eaten yet at this late hour?" Cheng Shu's fingers paused. Then, he opened the takeout app expressionlessly, searched for "Yu Xiaochu's Private Kitchen", and placed an order for the tomato and beef brisket set meal. When the takeout was delivered, there was a handwritten note attached to the insulated bag: "Beauty or handsome guy, you have been ordering from our house for twenty-eight days in a row. This is a VIP gift, a cerebellar ax I drew by myself. I wish you a happy day and a happy day every day!" Cheng Shu looked at the crooked tiger that looked like a potato and moved the corner of his mouth. Not long after, Cheng Shu was dragged to a club party by his friends. The first thing he saw when he entered the door was a girl in the corner. She had long hair and almond-shaped eyes. When she smiled, her eyes turned into crescents. She was holding up her mobile phone and excitedly talking to her friend: "Oh my God, my God, my God! I saw a real person! She's ten thousand times prettier than the photos! With such incredible looks, it would be a pity not to draw fan comics!" Cheng Shu paused, turned around and left, as if he had made some kind of determination. One day, he accidentally saw a thick stack of hand-drawn comics with "Cheng Shu's Observation Diary 2.0" Written on the cover. Turn to the first page: "Today's observation: Does he drink soy milk without sugar because he thinks life is hard enough? No, I will never allow it!" The picture next to it shows a rabbit holding a spoon and chasing a spoonful of sugar to a cat with an indifferent expression. Later, Cheng Shu became a regular diner at Yulijia Restaurant, sitting in the corner by the window on time every day. Mother Yu lowered her voice when she served the steamed sea bass: "Xiao Cheng, Xiao Li is drawing you again today, and it's already the third book. Do you care?" Cheng Shu slowly picked up a fish with chopsticks and said, "Auntie, I've already reserved the third book." After a while, one night, Yu Li was making tiramisu on live broadcast as usual, while Cheng Shu was quietly reading literature beside him. Yu Li chattered while beating egg whites: "Family, the secret of tiramisu is that the coffee liquid must soak into the finger biscuits, just like..." "Just like the fact that I like you, I have to let it sink in slowly." Cheng Shu's voice came faintly from outside the painting. Yu Li's hand shook and the eggbeater almost flew out. She stiffened her neck and turned her head, seeing Cheng Shu still burying his head in turning over the paper, as if the sentence just now was her hallucination. The barrage instantly went crazy: "Wait a minute, did someone just confess their love???" "Is this low magnetic voice my imagination?!" "Anchor, stop pretending! You're blushing up to your neck!!" "Old fans who have watched the live broadcast for three months are screaming, ah, brother-in-law, you finally have a mouth!!" "It's so funny that my brother-in-law is still pretending to read the paper, but he has even knocked down the paper!!!" "Oh my god, why is this live broadcast room sweeter than an idol drama!" "Cheng Shu," Yu Li bit his lower lip, his voice trembling, "I left the live broadcast..." Cheng Shu finally raised his head, and his eyes behind the lenses were slightly bent, like the first snow melting: "I know." He suddenly closed the document, propped his chin with one hand and looked over it. His tone suddenly became very innocent: "Why, my sister flirted with me for three months and drew three little comics. Now she doesn't plan to take responsibility?" "Oh my god he called her sister!!!!" "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhs he is tea I love him so much!!!" "Chef Yu, be brave! Don't let this green tea cat take advantage of you!!" "It's so funny, isn't the anchor usually pretty good at talking? Why can't I say a word now?" The barrage completely exploded. --- Sweet little theater 1 Yu Li discovered that Cheng Shu wore headphones and looked at his tablet every time he came to the restaurant to eat. She sneaked around behind her, and there was a replay of her live broadcast on the screen. A barrage passed by: The anchor is so cute that I want to marry her. Cheng Shu expressionlessly pressed and held the screen and clicked "Report". Reason: Spreading bad information. Sweet Little Theater 2 Someone's live broadcast of Yin Yang Yuli "isn't just relying on face to make a living". Cheng Shu, who had always been silent, suddenly spoke: "Her cooking skills have won the gold medal in provincial competitions, her video editing has won the College Student Creative Award, and her comic works have been shortlisted for the Golden Dragon Award. And you..." He glanced at the other person up and down, expressionless: "On your life resume, probably the only one worth writing is 'can type on the Internet'." Yu Li was stunned beside him. Later, she wrote down in her notebook: Cheng Shu usually doesn't speak because he is holding back his ultimate move. Sweet Little Theater 3 When Yu Li first chased him, he squatted downstairs in physics every day. Cheng Shu's friend asked him: "The little girl is waiting for you again. What is your attitude?" Cheng Shu compiled the experimental data without raising his head: "I'm waiting for her to give up." "What if she doesn't give up?" The tip of his pen paused and he said softly: "Then don't blame me for not letting him go." Mission: Honest and trustworthy, self-reliant and self-reliant