"What's there that can't be said?"
Wen Fusheng said indifferently:
"In this Martial World, having spies among the famous forces, whether close or not, is really just a normal thing.
"It's simply about whose skills are higher, whose Martial Arts are stronger.
"Moreover, let me secretly tell you, Cheng Mangzi can't even read a few characters, even if you do a fake account right in front of him, he wouldn't notice. He would even compliment your handwriting.
"But this kid is sharp. I had to arrange more than ten accountants in total before he finally trusted one by the seventh.
"Even then, you can't do too much at once; you must build up slowly, like a stream flowing gently, and he remains completely unaware."
"..."
What kind of nonsense is this?
Why are you so obsessed with scamming people's money?
Even arranged over ten people?
It's even sneakier than those modern business strategies of growing money trees.
Chu Qing looked at Wen Fusheng, feeling a bit disdainful.
