They Sold Me Into a Scam Compound, and I Took Down Every Con Artist

On the day Chen Jiujin got off the bus, the old classmate who had sold him to the compound clapped him on the shoulder and laughed. "Relax, it's just a customer service job. Twenty thousand a month."

At that very moment, another voice rang out in Chen Jiujin's mind: [They sold you for four hundred thousand. That's enough for me to buy my own freedom.]

From that day on, whenever someone lied to his face, he could hear what they were really thinking.

The iron gate bore a promise: earn four million in commissions and you can buy your freedom. But on the third day, he heard the bookkeeper's underling tell the truth in his thoughts: [Not one person who bought their freedom ever made it home.]

Clutching his younger sister's dialysis bill, he made his way from one dormitory to one building, and then through the entire compound.

In this place where everyone lies, he doesn't deceive the innocent. He only tricks the tricksters.

The guards, managers, commander, bookkeeper: everyone in the chain eventually went down.