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

Yang Ziming asked the two security guards who followed him to go outside the box, then he closed the door and sat face to face with me at the round table.

"When Wang Xiaolong was dying, he told me that he had something to do with you..." I said, pretending to be uneasy.

"Did he tell you what it was?" Yang Ziming asked nervously.

I shook my head: "No... I originally wanted to ask him at that time, but before he could say anything, you arrived."

He stared at me dubiously, and after a while he asked, "He really didn't tell you anything?"

"Director Yang, he really didn't tell me anything!"

Yang Ziming smiled slightly: "Actually, it's not a big deal... That guy Wang Xiaolong, thanks to me trusting him so much, ended up doing something like this."

He deliberately changed the subject and asked me: "Last time, Zhu Kui said that he would handle Jiao Wu's money. Did he tell you how he handled it? During this time, I didn't hear anything."

I was slightly stunned, a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Kui did not have a showdown with Yang Ziming.

It seems that he used He Keliang's name to hide this matter.

With Yang Ziming's courage, he naturally did not dare to ask about this matter again.

After all, he was also afraid of offending He Keliang.

"I don't know, I haven't met with Manager Zhu for a long time." I said with a smile.

"Really?" Yang Ziming said thoughtfully, "If he says anything to you later, remember to tell me."

"it is good!"

I brought the topic back to Wang Xiaolong, trying to delay as much time as possible.

After about five or six minutes, the phone in my pocket finally vibrated.

I deliberately dropped the chopsticks on the ground, and while bending down to pick them up, I took out my phone and took a look.

In the flash of lightning, I saw Wang Meng say two words: "Done!"

Seeing this message, I breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up and poured a glass of wine for Yang Ziming: "Director Yang, I toast you this glass of wine."

He picked up the wine glass and clinked it with me absentmindedly.

Half an hour later, Yang Ziming left, and I sat in the box and breathed a sigh of relief, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and felt a deep sense of relief.

The smoke swirled around me, seeming to take away some of the tension and stress.

Wang Meng's information means that the plan has been successful, at least this step is successful!

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and felt all the muscles in my body relax.

In this electronic fraud park, there are very few moments when one can truly breathe a sigh of relief.

Everyone is a time bomb about to explode, and we don’t know when it will be detonated.

I picked up the phone and quickly replied to Wang Meng with two words: "Received." Then turned off the screen and put the phone back in my pocket.

I know this is only a temporary calm.

If you want to bring down Yang Ziming, every step you take from now on will be like dancing on the tip of a knife. One wrong step and you will be doomed!

I put out the cigarette butt, stood up, and prepared to leave.

The night is still long, and I have more to do...

Back in the team's office, Wang Meng sat at his desk, and the fool stood aside with the same silly smile on his face.

I moved closer, and Wang Meng quickly made room for me.

After sitting down, I stared at the phone simulator on my computer screen.

"Brother Lei, the phone has been put back. Everything went well."

I nodded and said, "Okay, you guys go to rest first and leave the rest to me."

"it is good!"

"By the way, don't worry about those people in the group who came from Deng Xinghan before. In the following time, you can improve your performance. I don't want our group's performance to be substandard by the end of the month." I reminded.

"Brother Lei, don't worry! It won't happen for sure."

"Ah."

After the two of them went out, I started to use the computer to remotely study Yang Ziming's mobile phone.

His mobile phone is almost like an empty city, with no extra content except the most basic software.

There are no communication records, no text messages, it’s like a blank piece of paper.

Just like this, it proves that this mobile phone is definitely his only channel to contact the outside world!

Yang Ziming, Yang Ziming, this time I want to see if you will kill yourself!

For a few days, I stared at Yang Ziming’s mobile phone in my office almost every day.

But there was no movement, no calls came in, and no text messages were received.

Finally, on the fifth day of waiting, I caught a glimmer of activity.

A missed call appeared on the screen. Although it was midnight, I did not turn on the recording function, so I knew nothing about the conversation.

But at least, I wrote down the number.

Two days later, my phone went silent again, and I began to feel more and more anxious.

It seems like this is not going to work, we have to find a way!

Staring at the number I wrote down, I suddenly had an idea!

That night, at around three o'clock in the morning, I remotely controlled Yang Ziming's mobile phone to call that number.

Once it rang, I hung up immediately.

Immediately afterwards, I deleted the call history.

When I stayed up until the next morning, there was movement on my phone!

"Hello? What's the matter?"

I put on my headphones and heard Yang Ziming's voice.

"I didn't receive your call last night." On the other end of the phone, a strange man's voice was cold and slow.

Yang Ziming was a little surprised: "I called you last night?"

"Yes, around three o'clock in the morning."

"No?" Yang Ziming said, "Did you remember it wrong?"

After a while, the man said: "Really? But there are missed calls on my side..."

"I went to bed at around twelve o'clock last night."

The two discussed it for a while without dwelling on the issue too much.

I also breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Yang Ziming didn't expect that his mobile phone had been controlled.

"How are those materials prepared?" the man asked.

Yang Ziming said: "Wait for two days, I have compiled a batch of information, which is all the first-hand information I got from the technical department. I will package it all and send it to you."

Man: "By the way, there is also a storybook and new patterns. You can also send them over."

"I know, how is the situation over there now?"

"I just got a few dogs to push me over, and one of them just placed an order of [-] yuan yesterday."

"I've been feeling a little uneasy lately. I plan to go to your place in a month. You can arrange for someone to pick me up," Yang Ziming said.

"So fast?"

"Before Wang Xiaolong died, he went to find a dog pusher. I don't know if he said anything, and there was someone behind the dog pusher. I'm afraid he knew something..."

"What are you afraid of? Can't you just kill him?"

"I don't have a chance now, and I don't want to waste time with him. I'll go to the technical department later and pack all the information. Then I'll find a way out, and you can send someone to pick me up."

"Okay. Just be careful."

"Ah."

Upon hearing this, the other party hung up the phone.

I took off the earphones, raised the corners of my mouth slightly, and saved the recording of the call just now.

This game has just begun...