"You think I'm not trying to let him go?" Xue Rui turned to the side, showing Gu Muxue his predicament.
The man had grabbed his wrist and was now skillfully tying a red string around it.
Xue Rui shook his head again and again. It was only 2014, and security at the train station wasn't particularly strict. 'To think someone would brazenly run a scam right out in the open like this.'
These people would hold up a "charity donation" box, flash some sort of ID, and tell a sob story. They'd prey on people's sympathy to "solicit donations," pestering them for money without even a pleasant expression. They'd start by shoving a worthless trinket into your hands, making it awkward for you to refuse.
Take the male university student up ahead, who was just putting his wallet away. Whether it was due to a lack of life experience or being too thin-skinned to say no, his wallet was now twenty yuan lighter.
