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

The room was filled with the smell of perfume, and the two women took off their coats lightly, revealing their respective features.

The woman in student clothes had a pink vest under her shirt and white knee socks under her skirt. She looked like a petite student.

As for the woman in business attire, she wore black underwear and shorts underneath her suit. The thin fabric could barely cover her curves.

The woman in student clothes looked at me with a smile, her eyes were so moist that they seemed to be dripping with water at any time, and she whispered something unknown, her voice was so delicate that it made people feel distressed.

Her expression and movements were all full of innocence and pity, giving people a pitiful feeling.

The woman in professional attire is different. Her eyes are full of provocation and confidence.

She walked up to me and started dancing.

She danced gracefully, and every move was full of temptation, as if she was showing me everything about her.

The smile was full of provocation, that kind of confidence and arrogance, as if it was foretelling me to conquer her!

Looking at their actions and expressions, I have to say that they are indeed very professional.

If it were before, I might have been confused by their appearance.

But after "dying" once, I found that my thinking had changed.

Instead of just paying attention to the surface of things as before, we pay more attention to the essence.

Why am I in this suite?

Because I have achieved results.

And why do they appear here?

Or because of my performance.

Have all the people who have achieved great results been here?

So are they specially prepared for those who have achieved good results?

After thinking about these issues, I lost interest in them.

Even though their "performance" was very professional, it was spot on.

But I can't even arouse any interest.

As if she noticed something, the woman who was dancing came to me, slid her hands across my chest, and finally wanted to untie my belt.

At this moment, I grabbed her slender hand and stopped her movement.

She frowned slightly and looked at me with some confusion.

I sat on the sofa nearby and lit a cigarette by myself.

"You can go." I said calmly, smoke lingering in front of me.

They were visibly stunned, obviously not expecting me to say that.

The woman in student clothes widened her eyes and looked a little at a loss.

The woman in professional attire raised her eyebrows, obviously not believing what I said.

"Don't you like us?" The woman in professional attire tried to save the situation, with a provocation in her voice.

I took a puff of cigarette and then slowly exhaled: "It has nothing to do with whether you like it or not."

I know that these women are pawns in the park, and they have to make such a choice in order to survive.

And I am the same...

"Didn't you hear what I said?" I said again, "You can go."

My voice was cold but firm.

The woman in professional attire was a little angry and annoyed, but in the end, she turned around and left.

As for the woman in student attire, she glanced at me, and then silently followed the woman in professional attire out.

When the door closed, I exhaled and relaxed.

Less than five minutes later, there was another knock on the door.

I originally thought the two women were back, but when I opened the door, I found a man standing at the door.

This is a man in his thirties, with short black hair and a resolute face.

The eyes are long and narrow, shaped like triangles, revealing a kind of cunning and cruelty.

The nose is high and the lips are strong.

He was wearing a black suit with no tie at the collar.

I didn't expect it to be him!

Yang Ziming, one of the supervisors of Area C, is also Wang Xiaolong’s superior.

He smiled at me, then walked into the room by himself and looked around. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's eyes, making people feel that there was nowhere to hide.

His appearance instantly made the atmosphere in the whole room extremely depressing.

When his eyes swept across the big bed in the room, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"Yang Lei, right?" He spoke, his voice low and powerful, like a stone hitting his heart, "Why are you not interested in women?"

His words made my heart tremble.

I understand that the appearance of this person is not simple.

Without waiting for my answer, he sat on the sofa with his feet on the coffee table, as casually as if he were in his own living room.

His eyes were intense, and when his gaze rested on me, I felt an indescribable pressure.

"Director Yang, why are you here?" I forced a smile, picked up the cigarette on the coffee table and handed one over.

He didn't answer, but opened his mouth slightly.

Seeing this, I slowly put the cigarette to his mouth and lit it for him.

He took a sip and said: "Lao Zhu has already told me that you want to start a group alone. For his sake, I won't make it difficult for you. Your group only needs to achieve a sales of [-] yuan in the first month." , as for how about being the same as other groups, at least one million a month?"

Regarding the group's performance, I also know a lot from Wang Xiaolong.

There are about [-] or [-] groups in Area C, with at least eight people in each group. There are also groups of [-] or [-] people, but not many.

The performance of each group basically depends on the number of people.

Groups with a large number of people can earn a minimum monthly profit of [-] million, while groups with a small number of people can earn from [-] to hundreds of thousands.

As far as I know, Yang Ziming manages about ten groups, and not every group has a monthly performance of one million.

He directly set a performance of one million for me, which really surprised me.

Are you deliberately trying to embarrass me? Still knocking me?

I don't understand his intention.

"Director Yang, how many people are assigned to my team?" I asked tentatively.

He smiled and said, "How many people do you want?"

"I haven't thought about it yet..."

"Didn't Lao Zhu say that everything would be done for you? Didn't you guys discuss it?"

When I heard this sentence, I understood instantly!

It seems that there is a conflict between Yang Ziming and Zhu Kui!

"Manager Zhu didn't tell me anything. He just said that he would arrange two people to join my team." I said with a calm smile.

"You alone can open five million orders a month. Are you still worried about your performance?" He said with a knowing smile.

In the park, not everyone can open a million-dollar business.

Otherwise, not everyone who places millions of orders would arrange a “fun night”.

Think about it, there are so many people in the park, and if one million is the norm, wouldn’t the park’s monthly income be astronomical?

There are two reasons why I was able to place orders worth five million this month.

First, I know that if my performance is not up to standard, I will die!

So in order to achieve the performance target, I almost tried my best.

Second, luck also plays a large part.