The storm of electronic fraud, the day I was deceived into northern Myanmar

I thought the thrilling night before at the Henry would be the talk of the town.

However, unexpectedly, everything seemed calm the next day. The world around them was in sharp contrast to the fight last night, making people wonder whether it was all just a dream.

In the morning, I walked deliberately through the bustling streets, looking for a breakfast stall, hoping to learn something from the boss's chat.

But the Chinese guy who sold breakfast had no idea what happened last night. He only remembered a birthday party for a big shot, which was unprecedentedly grand, and the elusive Kokang Army had long become a common occurrence here.

At noon, Wei Rong's phone call broke my thoughts. Her voice was clear and confident, and she invited me to a private room for lunch.

I took Zhao Yuan with me to the agreed place.

In the box, Wei Rong was like a beautiful landscape, and her aura that could not be ignored seemed to condense in the air.

She sat upright on the leather chair, her posture elegant and calm.

Wearing a red suit, she looks both professional and feminine. The contrasting decoration on the neckline adds a touch of brightness to her overall look.

The long hair hangs naturally on the shoulders, looking extremely smooth, and exudes a silky luster under the light.

Wei Rong's face is clear and has soft lines, and there seems to be a thousand words between her eyebrows. The smile at the corner of her mouth is kind and implicit, which makes her appear amiable and amiable without losing a sense of dignified distance.

After I introduced Zhao Yuan, Wei Rong nodded politely and said hello.

Her eyes couldn't help but fall on the scars on Zhao Yuan's face, and her slightly curious tone contained a little concern: "Assistant Zhao, the scars on her face look like they have a story to tell."

Zhao Yuan responded with a relaxed smile: "Oh, that was left accidentally before."

There was a hint of questioning in Wei Rong's eyes, and she glanced at me: "Are you not careful?"

Zhao Yuan nodded affirmatively and replied: "Yes, I was not careful."

Wei Rong looked at Zhao Yuan's scar and seemed to be thinking about something. After a moment, she added: "Without this scar, Assistant Zhao must be a beauty."

Zhao Yuan seemed to be prepared for this, and her answer was neither condescending nor condescending: "Mr. Wei, thank you for your praise. How dare I call you a beauty in front of you?"

This clever answer made Wei Rong couldn't help but reveal a knowing smile: "Assistant Zhao, I know a plastic surgeon in Thailand who is very good. He may be able to help you get rid of that scar. Do you want me to introduce him to you? "

Zhao Yuan smiled and expressed interest: "That's great."

However, only I know that she doesn't care about the scars on her face. In her opinion, it is a special mark and a part of her life experience. She has never had any intention of erasing it.

We chatted casually for a while, and the atmosphere gradually became warmer.

However, soon, Wei Rong cleverly brought the topic to what happened the night before.

With a hint of apology in her voice, she said slowly: "Mr. Yang, I'm really sorry for last night's incident. As a guest, you should have enjoyed our hospitality instead of being involved in such an accident. …”

I responded lightly: "Mr. Wei's words are serious. No one could have foreseen the situation last night."

I tried to keep my tone as calm as possible so as to be polite but not formal.

A grateful smile appeared on her face and she added: "If it hadn't been for your wit and bravery last night, the consequences would have been disastrous."

I just smiled humbly: "That was just my instinctive reaction. Mr. Wei, you don't have to worry too much."

Before she finished speaking, Wei Rong clapped her hands gently and signaled to the waiter.

After a while, the waiter came over respectfully carrying a finely carved wooden box.

Wei Rong's eyes flashed with sincerity, and she said softly: "This is my little wish, and I hope that Mr. Yang will work for me."

She pushed the wooden box towards me and slid it towards me. The texture of the wooden box looked particularly warm under the light.

As the wooden box slid in front of me, I couldn't help but be attracted by its exquisite appearance.

The box looks simple, but the details reveal the meticulous work of the craftsman.

Every texture of the wood is like a unique fingerprint in nature, revealing the warmth and luster of time.

The surface of the box is polished extremely smooth. If you look closely, you can see that the surface of the box is engraved with delicate patterns, and each stroke is vivid and elegant.

Gently opening the wooden box, a turquoise jadeite comes into view. It lies in the fine velvet lining, like a drop of essence tear condensed by nature.

The color of this jadeite is vivid, revealing a deep green color.

Its shape and luster indicate its superior quality, purity and mystery.

Under the light, this jadeite exudes a charming light, as if it has an indescribable charm.

I realized how valuable this emerald was!

Wei Rong's eyes were full of expectation, as if waiting for my reaction.

I took a deep look at the jade, then raised my head and said, "This gift is so precious, I..."

Before I even finished speaking, I saw her gentle smile and unyielding eyes.

At this moment, I understood that this gift is not just a thank you, it is a bridge connecting us to a new beginning and possible future cooperation.

The moment I accepted this gift, the waves in my heart were much more intense than the calm on the surface.

I thanked Wei Rong softly, and a trace of satisfaction flashed in her eyes, as if confirming that her choice was correct.

As the luncheon continued, I noticed that the conversation between Zhao Yuan and Wei Rong became more and more lively.

The laughter of the two people floated into my ears from time to time, and the relaxed and happy atmosphere gradually spread in the box.

It seems that my previous thoughts were indeed correct. They are both women, and their shared topics and experiences quickly brought them closer, like friends reunited after a long separation.

Zhao Yuan's social skills have always been excellent. She is like a dancer in a social circle, always able to easily find topics that resonate with her.

Her conversation revealed both wisdom and humor, which made Wei Rong look at her with admiration from time to time.

The conversation between the two touched on fashion, food, and even shared views on female leadership, and they talked about every topic with gusto.

I smiled, silently feeling glad for my decision.

Zhao Yuan's talent not only helps her navigate complex social situations with ease, but also paves the way for the relationship between me and the Wei family.

As for whether this road is Yangguan Road or a single-plank bridge, this remains to be proven by time.

But at least for now, I have established a good relationship with the Wei family, and I will have a certain backing in Laojie in the future.