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

After a night of lingering, Li Yan left the hotel before dawn.

After all, she is now a "missing person". If others know that she is still alive and in Malay, I am afraid that it will be very troublesome.

Especially Hu Laosan, if he knew that Li Yan was not dead, he didn't know what he would do.

So now when I meet Li Yan, I must be more cautious than having an affair.

At around ten o'clock at noon, He Hong called me and asked me to move around freely. He had something to deal with these days.

At eleven o'clock, I was getting ready to go out for dinner, and an acquaintance found me.

The old stone is still the same, nothing has changed at all.

When I came to Kuala Lumpur before, he was the guide assigned to me by Hu Laosan. At this time, he appeared at the door of my room. Apparently someone asked him to come over to find me, and that person could only be Hu Laosan!

"Brother Yang, long time no see." Lao Shi took out a box of betel nuts and handed it to me with a smile.

I waved my hand: "I don't eat this."

Invited him in, we sat on the sofa in the room, and he looked around: "Are you used to living here? If not, I will arrange for you to go to the villa later."

I handed him a cigarette: "Hu Laosan asked you to come over to me, right?"

He smiled and nodded.

"He is quite well informed. As soon as I arrived in Kuala Lumpur, he knew where I lived and asked you to come and find me." I smiled and said, "Why did he ask you to come and find me?"

"It's nothing. The third brother said that he would invite Brother Yang to have dinner with him tonight."

I slowly took a puff of the cigarette in my hand and watched him say in a joking tone: "Invite me to dinner? Are you going to give me a Hongmen Banquet?"

"How is that possible?" Lao Shi said with a smile, "Third brother was originally going to have dinner with Boss Zhou tonight. I heard that you were coming, so I asked you to come with me."

"Who is Boss Zhou?"

"Just a shareholder of the Myanmar Park..."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but be slightly startled.

I was not surprised that Hu Laosan came to have dinner with me, but what did he mean by calling a shareholder?

Do you want to use that shareholder to pressure me? Or do you have other intentions?

I don't know much about the shareholders of the park. Except for the main ones mentioned by An Qingyue before, I don't know many other shareholders.

"Boss Zhou and Third Brother have known each other for a long time, and they have a good relationship." Lao Shi said with a smile, "Boss Zhou agreed as soon as Third Brother said he wanted to invite you to join us."

I smiled and said, "So, it's okay if I don't go tonight?"

"Brother Yang, I'm just a messenger, so don't embarrass me."

"How could I embarrass you?" I exhaled a puff of smoke, "Go back and tell Third Brother that I will definitely go tonight."

His face lit up: "Then it's settled? I'll come to pick you up tonight!"

I nodded and said nothing more.

As soon as Lao Shi left, I dialed He Hong's number.

When he learned that Hu Laosan was going to treat me to dinner, He Hong laughed on the other end of the phone: "It seems he wants to touch your bottom..."

"Mr. He, should I go then?"

"Of course! You can also touch his bottom."

"Who is that Boss Zhou?"

"Zhou Chao and I have run casinos together before. This guy has no skills. He just relied on his father's experience as a white paper fan in Hongmen to contract a VIP room in Genting."

He Hong said and paused: "Don't worry, I will arrange for two people to be with you. If anything happens, call me anytime."

"it is good."

Hongmen is not famous in China, but it has many branches abroad, especially in places such as Macau, Malay, Canada, and San Francisco, and its influence is not small.

"White Paper Fan" is a name for Hongmen. He is responsible for negotiating, managing finances and serving as a military advisor.

But these are all old facts. Many people who come out to hang out now do not follow this trick. They only follow one principle: whoever has money is the boss.

After making the call, someone arranged by He Hong came to my room an hour later.

One tall and one short, the tall man has a burly figure, broad shoulders, and cold eyes, giving people the impression that he cannot be underestimated.

He was wearing a black windbreaker and carrying a briefcase in his hand, and he didn't know what was in it.

Short people are completely different. Although they are not tall, they have obvious lines and sharp eyes.

Wearing a casual outfit, he looked more like an ordinary person.

The tall man spoke with a deep and powerful voice: "We are sent by Mr. He. From now on, we are responsible for your safety."

The short man didn't speak, just nodded, his eyes kept moving around the room.

I nodded, took out the cigarette and handed it over. The two of them didn't take it. I smiled and said, "What do you call it?"

"My name is Lao K." The tall man said and looked at the short man beside him, "His name is Ali."

"Come in and sit for a while." I said with a smile.

Without saying a word, the two of them sat on the sofa after entering the house, each taking out their mobile phones to pass the time.

At about six o'clock, Lao Shi called me and said that the car was already downstairs and asked me to get down.

I took Lao K and Ali downstairs, and soon saw a black business car.

Lao Shi saw that I brought two people with me and didn't ask much.

Half an hour later, the car slowly stopped in front of a seemingly ordinary but secretive private Chinese restaurant in Kuala Lumpur.

This restaurant is hidden in an inconspicuous corner of a busy street. It has no eye-catching signboard, only an old wooden door carefully painted with dark red paint and inlaid with exquisite copper locks.

The walls have been eroded by time and look a bit mottled, but from those details, you can see the former glory of this place.

When you walk into the restaurant, you will see the elegant and classical decoration, as if you are in a private club in old Shanghai.

Chinese calligraphy and paintings and some antique decorations are hung on the walls, creating a calm atmosphere.

The indoor lighting is soft, the tables and chairs are all made of classical mahogany, and every corner reveals low-key luxury.

This restaurant is not open to the public and only accepts specific guests, so it is very quiet inside.

The waiters wore traditional cheongsam, spoke softly, and showed professional training and elegance in their actions.

The air is filled with the faint aroma of tea and dishes, making people feel peaceful and relaxed.

After passing through the hall, Lao Shi took us to the door of a private room.

"Brother Yang, Third Brother and the others are inside. Just go in alone. I will make arrangements for these two brothers." Lao Shi said to us with a smile.

I glanced at Lao K and Ali. They nodded slightly and followed Lao Shi to a box next to them.

When I opened the door and went in, a man in a black suit stopped in front of me, obviously wanting to search me.

As a result, before he could take any action, a voice came from inside: "No, let him in."