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Chapter 437 - 439: Professional Scammer

Chapter 437: Chapter 439: Professional Scammer

"Ah, it hurts so much!"

The elderly woman looked to be in her sixties or seventies, with more than half of her hair gone white, and she lay in front of the girl’s bicycle. The girl, seeing this scene, immediately stopped riding and quickly went over to help her.

"Grandma, are you alright?"

"Ah!"

Just as the girl stopped her bike to help the old lady, she actually leaned her body toward the girl’s bicycle and fell over!

The girl was startled, and before she could regain her composure, she saw the old lady had fallen to the ground again!

This time, the old lady not only fell to the ground but also onto the girl’s bicycle!

Ni Ma, scamming?

Qin Tian saw this scene and immediately frowned. The scam was too obvious, wasn’t it?

However, it was just past one o’clock in the afternoon, and there weren’t many pedestrians on the road. The incident that had just occurred was not clearly seen by anyone else besides Qin Tian.

"Ah, how do you ride your bike, girl? You knocked me over!"

"Ah, my leg... my leg hurts so much, it’s broken!"

"Ah, young lady, you must hurry and take me to the hospital, I can’t stand the pain!"

After the old woman fell, before the girl could go over to help her, she clung to the girl’s legs and refused to let go, crying and shouting that the girl should take her to the hospital for treatment.

"Grandma, I... I didn’t touch you... it was you who..."

"Ah, these young people nowadays, how can you be like this? After doing something wrong, you still won’t admit it? Do you think I, an old woman in my seventies or eighties, would scam you? Young girl, you’re too irresponsible! Ah..."

"But grandma, just now you clearly fell down by yourself and I came to help you..."

"I fell down by myself? Do you think I would just throw myself to the ground? Oh, you girl, everyone is coming over now, and you’re trying to frame me for scamming, right? No, today I can’t let you go. Either you take me to the hospital for a check-up, or we call the police and let them handle it!"

As more and more onlookers gathered, the old lady started to scold the girl even more recklessly, calling her "impolite," "disrespectful to elders," "irresponsible," and loading all these accusations onto the girl.

The girl seemed to have never encountered such a situation before, seeing that about a dozen people had gathered, she panicked, her cheeks flushed red, and she kept trying to explain: "I really didn’t touch her, she fell by herself, and I went to help her... You all must believe me, I ride very slowly, how could I possibly hit someone..."

The number of onlookers wasn’t large, just about a dozen. There was various chatter, with some saying the girl was impolite and should be responsible, while others said the old lady was making a scene and scamming. Everyone had different things to say, but since none had seen what had actually happened, they were hesitant to jump to conclusions.

"Hey, you girl... you’re being unreasonable. You knocked me over, and you still won’t admit it? There’s no surveillance here, so let’s go to the hospital to check. If my leg is fractured because of the hit, you will have to pay for my treatment and compensate me for emotional distress. If not, I’ll pay for the check-up. Do you dare to go?"

The old lady became more and more overbearing, making the girl’s face flush with anger, and she said, "How much will the hospital check-up cost..."

"I don’t know about that, but it should be at least several hundred," the old lady replied, seeing the girl’s difficulty, and with a somewhat triumphant look, said: "If you have no objections, then let’s go to the hospital for the examination!"

"But, I don’t have that much money on me..." the girl struggled and her eyes reddened, "I didn’t even knock you down, so why should I accompany you to the hospital for a checkup, what if you already had a fracture beforehand..."

"Hey, little girl, how can you be so unreasonable?" a voice chided. "You’re suggesting I had a fracture before. If I had done that, would I still be out shopping? Try it yourself. Or are you implying that I’m faking an injury? If I were faking, I would have targeted a luxury car, not someone on a bicycle like you. Right, everyone? Folks, please, support me here, oh my..."

The old lady was starting to make a scene, which left the girl feeling helpless.

The dozen or so onlookers either advised the girl to take the old woman to the hospital for an examination or suggested calling the police, but not a single person stepped forward to speak in the girl’s defense.

"Oh dear, Mom, what happened to you?"

Just then, a middle-aged man and woman emerged from the crowd, both around their forties. Upon seeing the old lady, both of them exclaimed in shock.

"Son, this little girl knocked me down, and she won’t admit it... Oh, look at my foot, it’s fractured... Oh, I can’t walk back home now," the old lady cried out.

Those who had thought the old woman might be faking changed their minds when they saw her children appear. They now believed that the girl had indeed hit the old lady—otherwise, why would the old woman’s children have just happened to be there?

"Little sister, what’s the matter? How did you knock down my mother?" After examining the old lady’s injured foot, the middle-aged man stood up and began to scold the girl sternly.

"Uncle, it wasn’t me..."

"So you think you’re in the right, do you? Don’t think you can knock someone over just because you’re young. You hit my mom, and now you want to deny it? There are so many witnesses; how can you deny it!"

The middle-aged woman’s tone was overbearing as she and the man took turns accusing the girl, almost as if they were verbally abusing her.

"I didn’t... I didn’t..."

Being attacked by the three of them in turn, the girl became so upset that she started to cry, repeatedly shaking her head in desperation.

"Young lady, just let it go, settle it privately. Let them go to the hospital for an examination and treatment," someone in the crowd suggested.

"Right, I mean, you three also, why make it hard for a young girl? Everyone take a step back. The girl can give a few hundred yuan for them to go for a checkup, and then let’s not drag this on. It’s better to resolve this now than to involve the police," another onlooker chimed in.

"What do you think?" the middle-aged woman asked the girl angrily.

"I, I only have less than four hundred yuan on me..." the girl said as she took out a few hundred-yuan bills and a stack of small change from her bag.

"What about your bank card? There’s an ATM nearby; you can withdraw money," said the old lady, eyes shining when she saw the girl take out some cash.

"I really don’t have any money. My bank cards are all credit cards... I overspent by a few thousand treating my mother’s illness recently, and I haven’t paid it back yet...," the girl wept as she spoke, clearly distressed by her plight.

Her tear-streaked face, coupled with her beauty, elicited sympathy from the onlookers.

"Alright, that’s enough, don’t cry anymore. Let’s call it quits. We just had bad luck running into you today!"

After saying this, the middle-aged woman abruptly snatched all the money from the girl’s hands. "Off you go. It’s funny how you’re dressed so nicely but only have a few hundred yuan on you..."