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

I was sitting in a private room in a Sichuan restaurant, surrounded by white walls.

The paint on these white walls has peeled off quite a bit, revealing the original gray color of the walls.

There are a few cheap decorative paintings hung randomly on the wall, all of which are landscapes or flowers, colorful but rough in texture.

The light in the box was dim, and the light tubes on the ceiling were already covered with fly droppings.

There were still a few dead bugs trapped in the lampshade, as if they had been slowly sucked out of life by the suffocating atmosphere.

The floor was covered with stains of unknown liquid and cigarette butts.

An Eight Immortals table occupies the center of the box. The tabletop is not very clean, and there are thick oil stains on it.

There are some used tableware and food scraps piled in the corner. I don’t know when they were.

The air was filled with an unpleasant smell of oil smoke, alcohol and dishwater.

I looked at my phone and saw that fifteen minutes had passed and Yang Ziming hadn't arrived yet.

A few more minutes passed...

Finally, the door was gently pushed open and Yang Ziming walked in.

He was wearing a white shirt as always, his face expressionless, as if all his emotions were hidden deep down.

Behind him were two security guards, both carrying guns.

I quickly stood up and walked over: "Director Yang..."

He looked at me with a half-smile: "Why do you suddenly want to treat me to dinner?"

I rubbed my hands and said with a flattering smile: "I was not sensible before, I hope Manager Yang can forgive me."

As I said that, I took the two cigarettes I had prepared.

Yang Ziming glanced at the cigarette in my hand and did not reach for it. Instead, he walked around me and sat at the table: "Aren't you going to treat me to dinner? You didn't even eat the food?"

"Oh...oh...right now, I'll ask the waiter to serve the food."

With that said, he went to the door of the box and called a waiter over, asking him to serve the food quickly.

When I returned to the box, I just stood aside. Yang Ziming smiled and said, "Why are you standing? Sit down."

With his instructions, I sat on the chair.

The moment I sat down, a heavy pressure enveloped me, as if the oil smoke and alcohol floating in the air had turned into invisible chains.

Yang Ziming raised his eyebrows, as if waiting for something.

"The food is about to be served." I exhaled and said with a smile.

Yang Ziming just smiled softly, as if everything was as expected.

"You know," Yang Ziming lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then spit it out, "it's normal to make mistakes here. But not many people survive after making mistakes. Sometimes people must Know your place.”

I pretended to be worried and nodded slightly: "What Director Yang said is..."

At this moment, the waiter opened the door and came in, and the dishes on the tray were neatly placed on the table.

I stood up quickly, pretending that I wanted to relieve the tense atmosphere through this inconsequential courtesy.

Yang Ziming took a look at the dishes, and then said leisurely: "It seems that you have indeed made preparations."

"I just hope it suits Director Yang's taste." I smiled reluctantly.

He picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks, tasted it lightly, and then nodded: "Not bad."

Then he looked up at me, with an imperceptible look in his eyes.

"I heard that your recent performance has been good?"

"It's all thanks to Director Yang's guidance."

He sneered: "I didn't teach you anything, so don't put gold in my face."

I thought to myself: You have taught me a lot!

"Director Yang, please be humble." I responded pretending to be nervous.

"So," he paused, as if giving me time to digest what he was going to say next, "you asked me to come over this time just to treat me to a meal? And then let me forget it? Do you think I am a coward? person?"

My heart trembled, what did this guy mean?

"of course not……"

He sneered: "How do you know I'm not? Yang Lei, let me tell you, I am a fucking vengeful person! I gave you the opportunity back then, but you didn't cherish it!"

"Director Yang, I..."

Before I could finish speaking, he said: "It's okay if you want me not to care about the past. I'll give you another chance."

He pursed his lips, and with a "cough" sound, he spit out a mouthful of pus on the ground, and then looked at me with a half-smile: "Lick it clean, and I won't embarrass you in the future."

Although I know that inviting Yang Ziming over for dinner this time is not a wise choice, I have made some preparations.

Unexpectedly, this guy exceeded my expectations!

I didn't move, I just clenched my fists tightly.

"What? Disgusting?"

Yang Ziming picked up a bowl of chicken soup on the table, stood up, came to me, and poured the hot chicken soup directly on my head.

I was shocked by the hot soup, and my hair and cheeks were covered with hot chicken soup.

I lowered my head and controlled my anger!

Yang Ziming smiled and was very proud: "Yang Lei, it seems that you haven't made much progress during this period of time? Are you useless if I give you a chance?"

"Do you think that with Zhu Kui protecting you, you can ignore me? Let me tell you, as long as you are in the marketing department for a day, you have to listen to me if I tell you to eat shit!"

Suddenly, he slammed the bowl directly on my head. I only felt a little numb in my head and didn't say a word!

He sat back to his original position, took the two cigarettes I bought, opened them, took out a box from it, lit one and said, "Thank you for being able to handle these two cigarettes." Just want to send me away?"

"Director Yang, I really know I was wrong..." I took a deep breath and said.

"Then tell me, where did you go wrong?"

"I……"

Before I could say anything, he said: "From now on, when you are in the park, you'd better not let me see you do anything that crosses the line again, otherwise you will know the consequences!"

"Understood." I said, with a hint of helplessness in my voice.

He picked up two cigarettes on the table, stood up, and was about to leave. I quickly stopped him: "Director Yang... look, since we are all here, why don't we leave after dinner?"

He glanced at the dishes on the table and sneered: "Keep it for yourself."

The purpose of inviting Yang Ziming over for dinner was to buy Wang Meng time to get his cell phone.

But until now, he hasn't sent me a message, which means it's not settled yet.

If Yang Ziming is allowed to leave at this time, what's the point?

"Director Yang, actually there is one more thing I want to tell you." I said.

"what's up?"

"Wang Xiaolong, before he died, he told me about you..."

Hearing this, Yang Ziming frowned involuntarily: "What did he say to you?"