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

After Jia Wenmin left, I walked slowly to the window and looked downstairs through the glass.

As soon as this guy left the gate, he did not walk towards his own residence. Instead, he quietly moved towards the villa area.

This move seemed to tell me that He Hong was behind his trip.

All this was within my expectations.

When something happened to He Keliang, He Hong would definitely point the finger at me. However, in the absence of conclusive evidence, if he publicly fell out with me over this matter, he would be unable to explain it in front of other shareholders.

I am able to sit in the position of the person in charge of the park. He Hong has indeed made a lot of contributions.

However, if other shareholders objected, my position would be in jeopardy.

What He Hong pursues is absolute control of the park, while other shareholders are concerned about how much profit the park can bring them.

During this period of time, I have been busy with the affairs of the marketing department, during which I also had several phone calls with Chen Tianxiang.

Through his tone, I can feel that the shareholders in Malaysia are full of expectations for me. They are eager to see what performance I can create this year.

Amid the expectations of shareholders, as a newly promoted park manager, I naturally need to produce some actual results to prove my abilities and value.

Under such pressure, He Hong did not take any obvious hostile action against me for the time being. He was just waiting for an opportunity to act, waiting for a more suitable candidate to appear, hoping to launch a decisive blow against me at that time.

However, I had different plans in mind and was determined not to give him such a chance.

A few days later, I learned from Jia Wenmin that He Keliang's injury was not a trivial matter, and it would take at least half a year of recovery before he could get out of bed and walk again.

The even more cruel fact is that his legs are almost useless. Even if he can get out of bed in the future, he will not be able to return to normal activities.

Against this background, Jia Wenmin and I met at a Minnan-style restaurant to have dinner together.

During the dinner, he filled a glass of wine for me and asked with a smile in his eyes: "Old Yang, it seems that your performance last month was a bit unsatisfactory. Could it be that you are brewing some big plan? Is it possible?" Give me a piece of the pie and reveal some clues?"

I smiled when I heard this and asked, "What do you mean by this?"

He chuckled and raised his glass to me: "Can we still not understand each other? Every time I see your performance plummeting, it's just because your mind is busy planning bigger plans. Isn't it always like this in the past?"

I clinked glasses with him, took a sip of wine, and replied with a smile, "It seems I can't hide anything from you."

He responded confidently: "How can our deep friendship prevent me from knowing your usual methods?"

I put down my wine glass and said seriously: "Recently, I have indeed been planning a major plan..."

He hurriedly asked: "What big plan?"

But I smiled mysteriously and replied: "Wait patiently for another month, and it will become clear by then."

He seemed a little helpless at my mysterious attitude, shook his head and sighed: "You always like to do these silly tricks."

Then, he changed the topic: "By the way, Deng Xiaohua's performance has increased a lot recently. I heard that she has formed a new project team to research and develop new businesses."

I nodded slightly. Although Jia Wenmin's topic continued, my mind had already moved elsewhere.

I glanced at my watch and realized that it was already late. I took a few bites of food casually and told Jia Wenmin that I felt a little tired and needed to go back and rest.

He didn't hold back too much, just nodded to show his understanding.

After returning to the dormitory, I quickly locked the door and opened my laptop.

The screen lit up, and I quickly navigated to a news platform website and clicked to open a special report.

The title of the report is "The Dark Side of Myanmar's Electronic Fraud Complex," and attached below are only some blurry photos: buildings surrounded by high walls, dim indoor lights, and some unidentifiable figures.

Click play on the video, but all it shows is a series of poignant photos accompanied by a heavy narration.

The narration slowly tells the cruel reality inside Myanmar’s electronic fraud zone.

It tells the story of the strict hierarchy within the park, from the bottom dog pusher to the supervisors at all levels. People at each level shoulder heavy performance pressure.

The consequences for unfinished performance are extremely cruel, ranging from simple corporal punishment to extreme hammering, electrocution, and even being forced to beat each other as entertainment for punishment.

The report described in detail the so-called "betting plate" and "pig-killing plate". These fraud methods not only involve huge monetary fraud, but also include emotional exploitation and betrayal.

Victims are often woven into elaborate love or investment stories, and end up suffering both financial and emotional losses.

What’s even more shocking is that the report also revealed the cruel treatment of those “useless” members within the park, including the dark trade of blood slaves and organ sales.

Some people who are unable to complete their performance, or are deemed unprofitable, will be forced to sell their blood, or even worse, their organs will be illegally removed and sold to patients in need, all of which is done secretly within the park.

The report ended with a set of heartbreaking photos, showing some photos of young faces. These were young people who once had dreams and hopes, but unfortunately fell into the trap of the electronic fraud park.

The narration slowly falls, calling on all sectors of society to pay attention and take action to end this vicious cycle of transnational telecommunications fraud.

After the video ended, I silently took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, lit one, and took a deep drag.

Amidst the smoke, I remembered the news I received from Li Xueqiao yesterday.

She informed me in advance that a report about the park would be released today.

But this report is just a prelude to exposing the darkness. Only a few of the photos in it are actual scenes of the Moai River Park. The rest are related materials she has accumulated over a long period of time.

The real in-depth report on the Moai River Park will be made public in three days.

Li Xueqiao plans to give an interview in person to reveal the truth behind the entire Moai River Park.

To ensure her safety, her face and voice will be manipulated through technical means to hide her true identity.

She also took all factors into consideration and let me read the press release in advance to confirm that I was not involved in it, thus protecting my identity as an insider.

During this period of heavy thoughts, I closed the laptop and threw the burned cigarette butt in my hand into the ashtray.

Feeling a wave of physical exhaustion, I lay back on the bed with the weight in my hands as my mind began to race, trying to catch any detail I might have missed or not considered.

In the silence of the night, time passes quietly.

I constantly review and rehearse the next plan in my mind, checking every link carefully to ensure nothing goes wrong.

Until I had no doubts in my mind and confirmed that all preparations were in place, I allowed myself to relax, slowly closed my eyes, and welcomed the short-term peace.