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

The next day, Hu Laosan took me out alone. Sitting in a business car, he finally told me the purpose of bringing me to Kuala Lumpur this time.

"The Meng family wants to see you." He smoked a cigar and smiled at me.

"Meet me?" I was a little confused, "Third brother, what do you mean?"

"That's the literal meaning. When you were in the park, you had a good relationship with Meng Hongyuan. Later he was killed, and you found the murderer."

Having said this, he took a puff of his cigar and said, "The Meng family wanted to ask you to meet before, but it was not convenient at that time."

I nodded thoughtfully, and Hu Laosan smiled and patted my shoulder: "Don't worry too much, it's just a meeting and a chat. Maybe the Meng family will give you some benefits."

"I understand, Third Brother."

An hour later, the car drove to the underground parking lot of an office building.

After getting off the car, Hu Laosan took me in the elevator to the door of an office upstairs.

There were several bodyguards in black suits standing at the door. When they saw us coming, one of them went in and announced. After a while, he came out and said to us: "Mr. Meng, please come in."

Hu Laosan nodded, and soon several bodyguards searched our bodies.

When I walked into the office, I saw a man sitting at the bar in front of a wine cabinet.

A sexy female bartender was mixing drinks at the bar.

There is soft music playing in the office, and there is a faint scent of sandalwood in the air.

"Mr. Meng!" Hu Laosan smiled and walked towards the man.

I looked at the other person carefully. The man was about thirty-five or sixty years old. He was sitting in front of the bar with one hand lightly resting on the smooth wine cabinet.

He was wearing a well-tailored dark shirt and a gray woolen vest, which was simple yet stylish.

The texture of the vest is delicate, which complements his mature temperament.

The collar is slightly open, revealing the collar corners of the shirt, and the tie has been loosened and placed casually on the chest, giving people a sense of relaxation after work.

His hands were playing with a delicate bartending utensil, his skills were skillful and free.

The lower body is a pair of gray plaid trousers that match the vest. They are of high quality and have smooth lines, which outline his tall and straight figure.

A dark leather belt was tied tightly around his waist, and the belt buckle was shiny and seemed to be a carefully chosen decoration.

When Hu Laosan walked towards him, he raised his head with a faint smile on his lips: "Mr. Hu, you are well."

He stood up, his height more prominent in front of the wine cabinet, showing his straight body and self-evident aura.

I followed Hu Laosan and walked over. The man glanced at me: "This must be Mr. Yang, right?"

I smiled politely and stretched out my hand: "Hello, Mr. Meng."

He shook hands with me, and I could clearly feel the calluses on his palms. It seemed like this person should exercise regularly.

"Go sit over there." He led us to the sofa area.

After sitting down, he asked: "What do you want to drink?"

Hu Laosan smiled and said, "I'll just have a glass of Tiger Beer."

"I can do either." I smiled.

The man snapped his fingers and said to the sexy girl on the other side of the wine cabinet: "One glass of tiger beer and two glasses of whiskey."

After a moment, the girl came over with a tray and put the drinks on the table.

Mr. Meng raised his hand gently: "You go out first."

"Yes."

Soon there were only three of us left in the office, and Hu Laosan and the so-called Mr. Meng started chatting.

Hu Laosan's tone was relaxed and comfortable, as if chatting with Mr. Meng was the most normal thing.

Their conversation jumped easily, from Kuala Lumpur's bustling nightlife to street food, from the city's rapid development to Malaysia's unique cultural charm.

"Mr. Meng, Kuala Lumpur has changed a lot in recent years. The night market under the Petronas Towers is becoming more and more famous now." Hu Laosan took a sip from his wine glass and said with a smile.

Mr. Meng smiled and adjusted his sitting posture: "The government there has put a lot of effort in the past few years and planned many emerging industries. When these days are free, I will take you to go shopping. The snacks now are much richer than before. ”

As the two chatted and laughed, the topic gradually turned to their profession.

"Speaking of which, online chatting has become increasingly difficult in Kuala Lumpur in recent years. The police have cracked down hard and there are many competitors. How is the recent situation in the park?" asked Mr. Meng.

Hu Laosan lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled the smoke ring: "It's better than the year before, and the performance has improved a lot."

As he said this, he looked at me: "Yang Lei made hundreds of millions of dollars for the park last year."

"Oh?" Mr. Meng looked at me with a smile, "He is indeed Mr. Hu's right-hand man."

"Thank you, Mr. Meng." I replied with a smile.

"Recently, there has been a lot of turmoil in the country to cut off the card. I heard that many water houses have closed down?" Mr. Meng looked at Hu Laosan.

"Well, I originally wanted to talk about this at the shareholders' meeting." Hu Laosan sighed, "If this continues, I'm afraid it will have a big impact this year."

"Do you have any good countermeasures?"

"Mr. Meng is joking, I don't have any countermeasures. This matter has to be left to professionals to think about. I have contacted several water house managers in the country and asked them to come up with a new model."

Mr. Meng nodded thoughtfully: "We must hurry up on this matter."

"Don't worry, Mr. Meng."

The two chatted for a few more minutes, and then Hu Laosan stood up and said he wanted to make a phone call.

It was obvious that he was deliberately trying to create time for Mr. Meng and me to be alone.

As soon as he left, Mr. Meng said: "My brother's matter was all thanks to you in the park."

After hearing this, I realized that he was Meng Hongyuan's brother.

"It's all I should do."

"On weekdays, it's just that the family pampers him too much, which leads to..."

At this point, he did not continue: "I heard Mr. Hu say that Hongyuan had the best relationship with you in the park back then?"

"Hmm." I nodded.

"What do you talk about together on weekdays?"

I didn't know what he meant by asking me this, so I answered honestly.

After listening, he nodded slightly, then stood up and went to the desk not far away, took a business card and handed it to me.

The business card is very delicate, made of thick white cardboard, with a delicate touch, and the edges are carefully polished without a trace of roughness.

The layout of the business card is simple and elegant. The black font in the middle is like an ink painting, and every stroke reveals rigor and stability.

There is only a name and a number on it, and there is no extra decoration other than that.

His full name is: Meng Changqing.

"If you have anything in the future, you can contact me at any time." He looked at me and said.

I took the business card with both hands: "Thank you, Mr. Meng."

He smiled: "Don't be so formal. Since you are my brother's friend, you are also my friend. Do you understand?"

I thought, what does he mean by this?