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

In the next few days, I hardly had any free time to wander around, but spent every day quietly staying at the place where I stayed.

During our previous dinner, Boss Tan hinted that I should take it easy for a few days, which actually meant that he needed some time to prepare so that I could "see the goods."

Finally, the promised day arrived.

Early in the morning, I got up and started preparing for today's activities.

However, it was not until around eight o'clock in the evening that Mr. Tan's assistant, Nina, came to where I was staying and took me away.

After getting in the car, Nina said to me: "Mr. Yang, I'm really sorry for the offence."

I was slightly stunned. Before I could ask, she had already handed me a hood and motioned for me to put it on.

I hesitated slightly, but followed her instructions and put the hood over my head.

I thought to myself, in this strange place, even without wearing a hood, it would be difficult for me to identify the direction.

About forty minutes after the vehicle drove, I vaguely heard the sound of crashing waves, and soon the vehicle stopped.

When I took off my hood, I found myself in a spacious warehouse.

After getting off the bus, I saw seven or eight young people standing not far away, and Boss Tan was sitting leisurely on a chair, twirling a cigarette in his hand.

"Mr. Yang, I heard from Nina, you haven't been anywhere these days?" He greeted me with a smile.

I walked up to him, smiled and replied, "I don't really like going out."

Mr. Tan stood up and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, so do I! Haha... Come, I will take you to see the goods."

After saying that, he put his hand on my shoulder and kindly led me towards a row of rooms not far away.

Soon, we came to an iron door with a small window on it, which seemed to be designed like a prison, giving people a depressing feeling.

Boss Tan stopped and motioned for me to approach the window and look in.

I stepped forward and looked through the small window. The scene inside made me frown involuntarily.

The room was crowded with people, men and women, of different ages. Some of them bowed their heads in silence, some looked around in despair, and some clung to each other, trying to find a ray of warmth in this despair.

The helplessness and fear in their eyes makes people feel pity.

There is an air of depression and despair in the air. These people seem to have been forgotten by the world and are in this invisible cage, waiting for an unknown fate.

"These are the 'goods' I can provide, Mr. Yang." Boss Tan's voice was low and firm, as if he was explaining a common thing.

"Where did these people come from?" I asked tentatively.

Boss Tan just replied calmly: "They are available everywhere. Some are brought from China, and some are from the Philippines, Malay, Chiang Mai, Cambodia..."

As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows, with a mysterious smile, and said softly to me: "Let's go, let me show you something really good."

I was a little confused by his so-called "good stuff", but I still followed his lead, full of curiosity.

Walking through a long corridor, we finally stopped in front of an iron door.

Boss Tan waved his hand gently, and an expressionless security guard stepped forward and opened the door with a key.

As soon as the door crack opened, dim light came out from inside, followed by a faint smell of perfume, mixed with an aura that I can't describe.

We walked into the room, and I realized that it was full of girls.

Some of them were sitting on the sofa, and some were leaning against the wall. They were all young, about eighteen or nineteen years old.

These girls come from various races, some have fair skin, some have dark skin, but it is undeniable that each of them is quite good-looking.

However, their eyes made people feel pity. It was a confused and empty look, as if their souls had been pulled out and only their bodies were left.

"Mr. Yang, I would not bring goods of this level to ordinary people." Boss Tan had a proud smile on his face and seemed to be very proud of being able to display such "goods". "These are special goods. Not interested? If so, I can give you a good price."

His words made me feel uncomfortable for a while, but I tried my best to stay calm and responded with a smile: "Boss Tan, what are the prices of these girls?"

He stretched out a finger and said slowly: "One hundred thousand dollars."

The tone seemed to be talking about a rare treasure rather than a living human life.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly: "This price is too high."

Although I felt sympathy for these girls, I also knew that I could not change their fate.

"This is already a friendly price for you." He explained in a leisurely manner, "I usually sell special goods like this for 150,000 US dollars, and only someone I know can afford this price."

I didn't have any interest in these girls, so I tried to change the subject: "What about those piglets I had my eye on before? What price can you give me?"

"Those," he blinked, "I'll give you a package price, ten are two hundred thousand, one hundred is two million RMB."

I was shocked. The price was so low that I didn't expect it.

Each piglet only costs about 20,000 yuan. If we can bring this group of people to the old street, even if each piglet is sold for 100,000 yuan, the profit will be astronomical.

Although I despise this kind of business in my heart, survival often means having to make some moral compromises.

"Can't it be cheaper?" I asked tentatively.

"It's still cheap?" Boss Tan said dumbfounded, "Mr. Yang, if you hadn't been introduced by Lao Wang, to be honest, I wouldn't have given you this price at all. I roughly know the market price of piglets on the old street. I have also heard that compared with the prices over there, the price here is already considered a bargain."

Hearing this, I frowned slightly, feeling a little confused.

Since this guy surnamed Tan knew the price of piglets on the old street, why did he sell them to me so cheaply?

If he sells it directly to Lao Cai, wouldn't he be able to make more money? Even if it costs 50,000 yuan, you can still make a lot of money.

Is it really for Wang Quanfu's sake?

For a moment, I couldn't figure it out.

Although I still had doubts in my heart, I didn't say it out loud.

After all, I have already found a buyer when I come here. As long as I confirm the source of the goods, I can ask Wei Jian to make the payment first. Once the money arrives, I can get the person there.

While looking at the goods, Boss Tan answered a call and said that he had to leave first because of something, and then arranged for Nina to take me back to my place of residence.

When I returned to the room, I began to figure out how to ask Wei Jian for money.