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

After handing over the group's affairs to Wang Meng, I began to study the matters in hand.

Now that I'm in the park, I haven't got anyone to support me, so I don't have anyone to support me.

Although Yang Ziming treats me well, it is only because I am his subordinate.

Once something happens to me, he will probably kick me away without hesitation.

So I was a little hesitant when I wanted to hug Yang Ziming's thigh.

Besides, from his attitude towards Wang Xiaolong, it can be seen that this guy is the kind of person who is more afraid of trouble and is not an ideal backer.

As for Zhu Kui, he and He Keliang are too close. I still don't know He Keliang's attitude towards me. Once I hug him rashly, I can't tell whether He Keliang will make trouble for me.

Apart from these two people, the only middle-level and high-level person I have come into contact with is Hu Laosan!

It's just that Hu Laosan is the vice president, and there is a gap between me and him by several levels. It is unrealistic to ask him to be my backer, and I always feel that Hu Laosan is more dangerous than Yang Ziming and Zhu Kui.

After much deliberation, the most ideal candidate now is Zhu Kui.

But if I want him to be my backer, I must figure out two things now.

First, what happened to the two people he forced on me.

Second, what is He Keliang’s attitude towards me now?

I don't think it's difficult to know He Keliang's attitude towards me, as long as I can find out more or less from Zhu Kui.

What's bothering me now is the two people Zhu Kui forced on me...

After clearing my mind, I came out of the office and went to Chen Fa in the corner.

He looks much more normal now than before, but his eyes are still a little hollow, and he seems to have lost his soul.

"Old Chen."

I called him, but there was no response. I frowned and patted his shoulder.

As a result, he was so startled that he slid down from the chair and squatted under the table with his head in his hands: "Don't hit me... I have money at home... I'll give you money..."

Looking at his state, I felt a little helpless.

Crouching down, I looked at him: "I'm not going to hit you, I just want to ask you something."

He looked at me with some fear and looked at each other. After a moment, he spoke: "You...what do you want to ask me?"

I smiled and waved to him: "You come out first, and we'll go to the office to talk."

He hesitated, stretched his head out, looked around, and then slowly got out from under the table.

After he came out, I put my arm around his shoulders and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't hit you."

His body was shaking so much that he swallowed: "You really can't hit me?"

"No, you come with me."

I brought Lao Chen to the office, closed the door, asked him to sit on a chair, poured him a glass of water, and then handed him a cigarette.

"I don't smoke..." He waved his hand and said, "My daughter doesn't let me smoke..."

I smiled slightly, lit one myself, and then looked at him: "How did you come to the park?"

He pursed his lips, carefully held the water glass with both hands, put it to his mouth and took a sip.

"I...I was deceived..."

Chen Fa is from Zhejiang and is in the fabric business. He opened a gray cloth factory in his hometown. Because he was honest and trustworthy and never cared about others, his business there has always been very good.

However, wind and rain will always come silently.

Once, Mr. Yang, who claimed to be a big businessman, approached Chen Fa and proposed a large order.

Lao Chen saw it and was happy in his heart. He agreed without thinking too much.

He even loaned out his savings to expand production to handle this large order.

However, the order did not arrive as expected, and Chen Fa's factory was unable to meet the turnover requirements and was in trouble.

After trying to contact Mr. Yang to collect the debt to no avail, Lao Chen decided to go to Mr. Yang himself.

Mr. Yang told him that he could return his money, but he needed to come to Kunming to get it.

Lao Chen had to leave his hometown, his factory, his wife, and his daughter, and with an uneasy heart, he embarked on the train to Kunming.

But when he arrived in Kunming, he was taken to a strange place and then lost consciousness.

When he woke up, he was in the park.

Speaking of this, Chen Fa couldn't help sobbing: "I have never been abroad in my life... and I never thought I would come here... When I got here, they beat me every day and asked me to ask for money from home. money……"

As he spoke, he burst into tears: "They made me videotape my daughter, beat me in front of my daughter, and made me beg them naked..."

Seeing a grown man crying like this made me feel a little uncomfortable.

"Did your family give them money?" I asked.

"I gave it...the first time I asked for one million...my wife sold the factory and finally raised the money to pay. But they didn't keep their promise and asked for two million the second time..."

"Did you give it to your family too?" I asked with a frown.

Old Chen nodded: "Give it...my wife sold the house..."

"How much did your family give in total?"

Old Chen wiped away his tears and nose: "I don't remember. Anyway, I gave at least several million in succession..."

These scumbags!

I took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in my heart, and said, "What happened next?"

"Later, my family really couldn't afford the money, and they... they wanted to ask my daughter to come over to replace me... they said that as long as my daughter comes over, they will let me go..."

At this point, Lao Chen sobbed even harder: "I can't let my daughter come over! No matter how they beat me, I won't say a word to my family..."

I took a pack of tissues from the side and handed it over, patted Lao Chen on the shoulder, and didn't know what to say for a while.

After he was done crying, I asked, "They said you were not in good spirits?"

Lao Chen looked up at me, rolled his eyes, and nodded: "Yes! Yes! I have a mental illness. When I get sick, I don't know anything... Really, I really have a mental illness..."

As he spoke, he stuck out his tongue and rolled his eyes, and then he lay on the ground and rolled around, muttering all the time: "I'm sick...I'm mentally ill..."

Seeing this scene, I felt even more helpless.

How can this old Chen be so crazy?

It's nothing more than pretense.

It seems that he really suffered a lot for his family and for his survival.

I knelt down, helped him up from the ground, and patted the dust on his clothes: "Look at me."

Hearing my words, he raised his head and looked at me.

"As long as I'm here from now on, I guarantee that no one will hit you again, and I also guarantee that no one will ask your family for money again!"

His eyes were dull for a few seconds, as if he was digesting what I just said.

Then, it started to become turbulent, and a complex emotion flashed in his gray pupils, which seemed to include panic, doubt, and a trace of hope that I had never seen in him before.

The gray in his eyes was like the dullness tempered by life, the dust accumulated in the forgotten corner of the world.

It reveals a kind of powerlessness, desolation, loneliness, and despair, as if all joy and sadness have been stripped away, leaving only a pale and empty space.

However, at the moment when I promised, his eyes seemed to be ignited with a faint fire, which was a kind of expectation for the unknown, a desire for hope, and a persistence for living!

"Really?" His voice trembled, as if he was afraid that this was just a dream and everything would wake up when he woke up.

I nodded: "Yeah!"