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

In the dimly lit private clinic, Aren and I sat silently on the sofa in the waiting area, surrounded by a faint smell of disinfectant, which was in stark contrast to the noisy streets outside.

I took out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket, lit one, and took a deep breath. The smoke swirled around me, as if it could swallow up the irritability and uneasiness in my heart.

I looked at the clock on the wall opposite, and the time passed by, while my thoughts were spinning on the Indonesians.

Who would attack him?

This question is like a fog, shrouding my mind, making it difficult for me to understand.

My understanding of the Indonesian was limited to the surface. I knew nothing about his background, his relationships, or even the people he had offended.

Aren sat next to me, expressionless.

I just smoked quietly, my thoughts in my heart as chaotic as smoke.

This incident has undoubtedly pushed my relationship with Indonesians to a new level.

From now on, we are no longer just strangers, but have some kind of unspoken connection.

This unexpected tie may bring me more convenience.

I blew out a smoke ring, leaned on the sofa, closed my eyes, and tried to calm down.

What happened tonight, was I just lucky or something? I can't tell myself.

But it is undeniable that I saved an Indonesian life.

Time kept passing by, but Aren and I were still sitting in the lobby of the private clinic, waiting for the Indonesian's injuries to be treated.

Two hours later, when the doctor finally came out and told us with a relaxed expression on his face that the Indonesians were safe, I immediately stood up and walked into the ward where the Indonesians were.

When I opened the door, the scene in front of me made me feel slightly relieved.

The interior layout of the ward is simple, with a soft desk lamp emitting dim light in the corner, illuminating the entire room.

On a small medical cart nearby, there are freshly used medical tools, including tweezers, scalpels, and various medicines used to treat wounds.

On the stainless steel plate next to it, there was still the bullet that the doctor had removed from the Indonesian's shoulder, and next to it were a few pieces of dried blood-stained gauze.

The Indonesian was leaning against the bed. Although his face was still pale, it was obviously much better than when he was first brought in.

Seeing me coming in, he smiled slightly reluctantly, with a trace of imperceptible gratitude in his smile.

I approached his bedside and asked, "How do you feel?"

The Indonesian coughed lightly and adjusted his sitting posture to try to make himself look more comfortable.

"It's better than expected." Although his voice was weak, it was obviously much better. "Thanks to you, otherwise I might have fallen into that trap tonight."

I shook my head slightly, indicating that it was nothing.

I sat on a chair nearby, and the faint light fell on us, forming a gentle halo.

I took out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket, shook it gently, and a cigarette fell between my fingers.

I handed him one: "Mr. Zar, I think you may have guessed why I showed up at that time."

My voice was particularly clear in the quiet ward.

He didn't show the slightest surprise that I could call his name. On the contrary, he had a calm expression on his face, as if he had expected it all.

He took the cigarette and calmly responded to my guess: "Are you from Xintai Group?"

His voice was calm, but the underlying meaning was full of inquiry.

I couldn't help but laugh, and nodded slightly to confirm his suspicion: "It seems that Mr. Zaer is very familiar with the latest developments of Xintai Group?"

I deliberately prolonged my tone, trying to learn more from his reaction.

He pursed his lips and was silent for a moment, as if he was sorting out his thoughts, and then slowly said: "I came to Thailand on this trip, in fact, to seek cooperation with Xintai Group. However, I noticed that your group seems to have We are at an important turning point.”

I leisurely lit the cigarette in my hand and took a deep breath. The smoke lingered between the two of us, as if it had become a hidden boundary: "Does Mr. Zaer think Li Wenchang will be the future leader of Xintai Group?"

I cut to the core, trying to get to the bottom of what he really thought.

Zar replied slowly and thoughtfully: "Since you saved me tonight, I won't hide it anymore... I do think highly of Li Wenchang."

I smiled softly and raised my eyebrows, "Really? Can you share your reasons?"

He also smiled, with a hint of confidence and certainty in his smile: "Li Wenchang controls 60% of Xintai Group's shipping routes, and many terminals in Thailand are directly or indirectly controlled by him. With so many resources and connections, I really can’t think of anyone else who could take his place.”

"Your point of view is very reasonable." I nodded in agreement, and the smile on my face deepened, "But, Mr. Zar, you may have overlooked an important prerequisite."

I paused deliberately and looked at his slightly furrowed brows. I knew that he was full of curiosity and anticipation for my next words.

"And this prerequisite is Viagra..." My voice was calm and firm, and every word seemed to hit the ground with a heavy weight.

Zar's reaction was almost instantaneous, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, as if my simple words touched a sensitive chord in his heart.

He interrupted me hastily, "You mean, Viagra is still alive?" Expectation and uncertainty were intertwined in his tone.

I didn't answer immediately, but looked at him quietly, letting him guess in the silence, trying to find the answer from my expression.

His eyes rolled, as if he had sorted out his thoughts during the brief silence.

"Are you a Viagra person?" he asked tentatively.

I remained silent, just smiled slightly, and continued to smoke the cigarette in my hand, letting the smoke push the mystery to a climax.

Zale seemed to be guided by my silent attitude to think deeply. He then asked: "If Viagra is still alive, why doesn't he show up?"

This question hits the mark. Apparently he has been attracted by the idea I designed!

"Why do you want to show up?" I asked, with a hint of amusement in my tone.

My answer clearly confused him even more, and he looked at me in confusion.

I took the opportunity to guide the direction of the conversation: "Mr. Zar, don't you think that this is a good time to clean up the group?"

My words were full of hints, leading him to imagine the possible deeper meaning behind it.

He was stunned for a moment, and then there was a hint of understanding in his eyes, as if he suddenly understood my intention: "You mean, Viagra wants to use this opportunity to get rid of Li Wenchang?!"

There was disbelief and shock in his voice.

I did not directly answer his question, but continued to maintain the mystery and let him figure it out for himself.

As time passed, Zaer seemed to gradually accept this idea. He took a deep breath: "If what you said is true, then with Viagra's appeal and connections, Li Wenchang will definitely die this time... "