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

The Meng family is one of the shareholders of the park. I don't know the status of Meng Changqing in the Meng family, but I can tell from Hu Laosan's attitude towards him.

This person is most likely the person in charge of the Meng family.

I am just a small manager of the park, and there is no need for him to show favor to me.

Is it really because of Meng Hongyuan?

But that’s okay, with such a favor, maybe it can be used in the future.

Back at the villa, Hu Laosan took A Niu out in the afternoon, not knowing where he was going.

After closing the door to the room, I went to the balcony and dialed Li Yan's number.

After two rings, her voice came from the other end of the phone: "Are you here in Malaysia?"

"Well, in Kuala Lumpur."

"How was it?" She asked with a smile on the phone, "Did Hu Laosan take you to find a woman?"

I couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who messes around."

"It's not like I won't let you go. You can go if you want. But let's talk about the ugly things first. Don't get sick and come back and infect me!"

"Okay, I'm not a fool. With such a beautiful woman by my side, do I need to find other women?"

"You are getting better and better at talking now..."

After chatting for a while, Li Yan asked: "Have you mentioned our matter to him?"

I exhaled and said: "There is no chance in these two days, please wait."

She seemed a little disappointed: "Okay, you can figure it out yourself."

I told Li Yan about A Niu. After listening to it, she said: "He shouldn't dare to do anything in Malay now, but when you come back, you have to be careful."

"Am I still afraid of him when I go back?" After pondering for a while, I asked, "By the way, is there anything going on with Lu Xiaoyu recently?"

"What's going on? She's just taking care of her baby now. Your god-sister is with her all day long... But she seems to be a little concerned about Lao Lu's death..."

"Something?" I asked.

"I can't tell. It was He Keliang who arranged for Lao Lu to erect a monument some time ago. Lu Xiaoyu didn't even go there."

"Oh? Is there such a thing?" I thought for a while and said, "Okay, keep an eye on her for me. If there is any movement, you can tell me at any time."

"Okay...right. I have something to trouble you with."

"what's up?"

"I used to have a little sister in Kuala Lumpur who I haven't contacted for a long time. Please help me go and see if she still works there. If you find her, give her my number."

"it is good."

I wrote down the address Li Yan gave me, chatted with her for a few more words, and then hung up the phone.

Hu Laosan and A Niu did not come back that night.

The next day, Hu Laosan called me and told me that if I got bored, I could go out for a walk.

To this end, he specially arranged a tour guide for me.

Lao Shi is a local "clandestine party". The so-called clandestine party refers to gangs in Malay.

He said that he was from the Haishan Society and came here with his family when he was a teenager.

Because Hu Laosan and his boss knew each other, every time Hu Laosan came to Kuala Lumpur, he would arrange the pick-up and drop-off.

This man must be in his forties, and his movements reveal a strong aura of the world.

He especially likes to eat betel nut, and he always carries a pack of betel nut in his hand wherever he goes.

He took me around first. After we had dinner at a Chinese restaurant at noon, I gave him the address Li Yan gave me and asked him to take me there.

"Mr. Yang, are you going to this place?" An ambiguous smile appeared on his face.

"I have a friend who works here."

He smiled and said, "This place is not open during the day. You have to wait until night to go."

"Okay, you can take me to the Twin Towers this afternoon."

"no problem."

At eight o'clock in the evening, Lao Shi took me to the address given by Li Yan.

This is a nightclub located in a relatively hidden alley in a bustling neighborhood. From the outside, its facade is unassuming, with only a dark red neon sign emitting a soft light.

The security guard at the door was wearing a uniform black suit with a serious look on his face, scanning every guest who came in and out.

Lao Shi led me through the entrance with a thick black velvet curtain, and then a low and charming jazz sound hit my face, making me slow down unconsciously.

The interior of the nightclub is luxuriously decorated, with gold and dark red decorations contrasting with each other, creating an atmosphere that is both mysterious and luxurious.

Behind the bar is an entire wall inlaid with retro-style mirrors, reflecting the elegant arrangement of bottles and the skillful operations of the bartenders.

Beside the bar, several waitresses in sexy evening attire were busy receiving guests.

The guests in the hall were sitting or standing, some were chatting and laughing quietly around the round table, and some were leaning against the bar, drinking wine and contemplating.

The lights were deliberately dim, giving off a soft yet moody light that was just enough to relax people, but enough to distinguish every face around them.

On the stage, a female singer dressed in a sparkling dress was singing low-pitched blues to the rhythm of the band.

Lao Shi and I found a seat in a corner and sat down, looked around and ordered two cocktails.

"We arrived a little early." Lao Shi said with a smile, "This place will be interesting only a little later."

I didn't come here to have fun. I said to him, "Please help me find someone to ask if there is a woman named An Qingyue here."

Lao Shi nodded and went to find the waiter.

From a distance, I saw him pulling the waiter and saying something, and then pointed to me.

After a while, he sat back down and said, "I've sent someone to find the manager. Let's wait for a while."

"it is good."

About five or six minutes later, a man in a suit came to our booth.

Judging from the appearance, this person should be Chinese.

"Excuse me, you two, who is looking for Miss An?" The man looked at us and asked.

Seeing that he was speaking Chinese, I said, "It's me."

He looked me over, smiled and said, "Then please, sir, come with me."

I glanced at Lao Shi, and he raised his eyebrows and smiled at me: "Mr. Yang, go ahead, I'll wait for you here."

I nodded and followed the manager through the hall and into an aisle.

Not long after walking down the aisle, I felt something wasn't quite right.

Because this passage seems to lead to the back door.

When I arrived not far from the back door, I clearly felt that there was someone behind me.

Just when I turned around, a gun was pressed against my waist: "Don't move!"

I was stunned for a moment: "What do you want to do?"

"If you don't want to die, just be honest!"

The voice behind him didn’t sound like he was joking at all!

At this time, the manager who was leading the way turned around and stared at me, then took a hood and put it directly on my head...