Liu Changsheng lit a cigarette, inhaled, and exhaled a smoke ring. The camera had already been turned off by him, so even if he harassed Zhao Shumin, there would be no evidence left.
"Xiao Zhao, you must be really tight on money, right?"
After failing at his initial attempt, Liu Changsheng changed tactics.
"Your son is already in his twenties and still unmarried. I'm guessing it's because he can't afford a house."
"That has nothing to do with you!"
"Oh, it has everything to do with me."
"You see, you're a divorced woman who scrapes by on a measly salary, saving every penny."
"Even though housing prices are dropping in most parts of the country, including the suburbs of Shanghai—"
"For you, it's still an astronomical sum."
"Let's do this."
"Be with me, be my mistress. In addition to your base salary, I'll give you an extra six thousand yuan a month, how about that?"
"Not only will you have extra money to spend, but you'll also get to ride in a Benz."
