Financial freedom starts from graduation

Chapter 33 Angels and Demons

Zhou Wang followed Jiang Mo all the way and visited many places.

On the way, she bought a bottle of Nongfu Spring for RMB 1 and a bag of French bread, then took out an Evian glass bottle from her arms and poured all the mineral water into it.

Although Jiang Mo's expression was cold while she was doing this, Zhou Wang could tell from her unfocused eyes that she was completely unconscious.

That just means she does it often.

Jiang Mo took the bus to the Provincial Library again, but only wandered on the roadside for a while and ultimately did not walk into the "Book Station" which was still lit.

Jiang Mo finally stopped on a street in the city center. Looking at the bright lights and the hustle and bustle of traffic around him, he began to stare blankly again.

Zhou Wang glanced at the time. It was already past nine o'clock.

The system interface still displayed "Round in Progress". So much time had passed and no new prompt had popped up. Just as Zhou Wang was wondering whether he needed to take the initiative to do something to trigger the next step, Jiang Mo suddenly walked towards an old building next to him.

Zhou Wang walked into the building and took the elevator to the top floor with Jiang Mo. Then he saw her walking up the stairwell again.

"Going up further is the rooftop, she..."

Zhou Wang was startled and quickly followed.

The door to the rooftop was not locked. When you pushed it open, you could see square stone slabs covered with moss and weeds. Many sheets and quilts propped up on the clothesline were shaking in the night wind. At first glance, it looked like a maze.

Jiang Mo dragged the suitcase through the obstacles and came to a flower bed in the corner.

Seeing that she just sat down and didn't make any suicidal moves, Zhou Wang breathed a sigh of relief.

Jingle Bell!
The cell phone rang. Zhou Wang glanced at Jiang Mo's phone screen and saw the caller was "Han Yanqian". He couldn't help but frown.

Jiang Mo didn't respond until the third call came, then she pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Momo, I heard from Brother Liu that you were kicked out by his wife?"

In the quiet night, Han Yanqian's voice was particularly harsh. "What do you think of this? He has watched you grow up. I even advised the couple the other day..."

"What do you want to say?"

Jiang Mo interrupted with an expressionless face.

"Well, it's like this, Momo. You know I've always been alone, and I can't live in this three-bedroom, one-living-room house. Why don't you just move in with me and study for your master's degree. Don't worry, I can still support you..."

Han Yanqian's voice suddenly stopped because Jiang Mo had hung up the phone and blocked Han Yanqian at the same time.

Ding Dong!

WeChat rang, and when Jiang Mo saw that it was a voice message from Ding Yi, his frown relaxed.

"Senior Sister Jiang Jiang Jiang, isn't Professor Wang's birthday next week? What would be a good gift? Senior Sister, what are you going to give? Could you tell me so I can give you some advice?"

Jiang Mo's knuckles turned white from gripping the phone so tightly. It took him a while to open the voice box and reply.

"Well...tea leaves. She likes tea, so I'll give her this as well."

Jiang Mo's voice sounded no different from before, except for his gloomy expression.

After replying to Ding Yi, Jiang Mo sat quietly for a while. After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Wang keenly noticed that Jiang Mo's emotions had greatly fluctuated. Her trembling fingers were the best proof of this.

Then Zhou Wang saw Jiang Mo unlocked her phone again and she found a new contact.

"A Hongxing consignment, luxury goods recycling, credit card repayment"

Zhou Wang's eyes focused. It was the owner of the store she had been to. What did Jiang Mo want to do?
"What is the way you are talking about?"

Zhou Wang looked at Jiang Mo and typed a line of words and sent it over.

The reply came very quickly, in a long voice message. "It's very simple. You just need to take some selfies or short videos regularly. You don't have to show your face, or you can wear a mask, and then give them to me. I have a friend who specializes in running a social platform and collects a large number of such photos and videos. Photos cost 100 yuan each, and videos cost from hundreds to thousands of yuan depending on the quality."

"Don't worry, Miss Jiang. The accounts they post to are all from foreign platforms, such as Instagram, OF, and Twitter. You don't have to worry about anyone recognizing you."

"You can take the photo yourself, or I can arrange for someone to guide you..."

The owner of the consignment shop said a lot of things.

Zhou Wang was stunned as he listened to this. What a strange thing! There is such a business?

"What kind of photos?"

After listening to this, Jiang Mo typed and asked.

Several photos were quickly sent over, and Zhou Wang curiously leaned over to take a look.

At first glance, these photos seem very normal, at most they are photos with a more revealing tone, but upon closer inspection, you will find that these photos are full of strong provocative meanings, and the girls are all wearing various combat suits, such as black stockings, stepmother skirts, Spider-Man and the like.

It can be said that except for the most important parts, everything that should be exposed is exposed.

Jiang Mo opened her red lips slightly, as if she had suffered a great mental shock.

After waiting for a while, perhaps because Jiang Mo had not responded yet, several voice messages came in one after another.

"Ms. Jiang, if you go to those social media platforms and take a look, you will find that this scale is nothing. I sincerely want to help you. These photos are already the simplest templates. Why don't you try it yourself first? It's really not that difficult. I guarantee that they will all be done immediately..."

Silence.

Jiang Mo kept holding the phone, motionless for a long time.

But her long eyelashes kept trembling...she was struggling.

Zhou Wang just watched quietly, wondering what choice she would make.

Jiang Mo finally moved. She kept the screen of her phone on one of the photos, then put the phone aside and opened her suitcase.

Zhou Wang saw her take out a pair of black stockings from the bottom.

She unbuttoned her jeans, and on the rooftop where the cold wind was blowing, she shivered as she took off her tight jeans. Her smooth thighs were dazzlingly white in the dark night.

At this moment, Zhou Wang, who couldn't tell what he was feeling, held his breath and watched Jiang Mo put the stockings on her perfectly proportioned legs little by little.

She turned on the camera on her phone, but because her fingers were shaking so badly, she couldn't take the first photo.

Click!

The shutter was finally pressed, but Jiang Mo collapsed at the same time.

She fell to the ground, letting the broken stones dig into the skin of her legs. She covered her face and cried, her tears becoming more and more violent, no longer silent as before, but instead carrying a hint of hysteria.

Ding!
At this moment, Zhou Wang, who was standing there in a daze, heard the system's prompt.

[The angel said, this is a redemption of humanity, you will lend a helping hand to her who has fallen to the bottom, and you will gain sincerity and love]

[The devil said, it is up to you to pull her into the broken abyss and completely possess her, and you will be the perfect lover and the satisfaction of your desires]

[Dragon slayer, have you seen the truth? ]

[Please make your choice, the end of the round will be completed by you]

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　The original intention of this plot was not to write a female protagonist who was just a tool. I hope that every female character can be flesh and blood, closer to reality, and some of them come from personal experience (just experience, not experience)
　　I haven’t found a suitable photo of Jiang Mo, and it’s not convenient to use the real person, so I’ll just put an Easter egg stamp for it. If you have better photos, please submit them in the comment section.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)