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

After eating with Wei Rong, Zhao Yuan went back to the room alone, while Da Tu and I went to the hospital to visit Wei Jian.

The hospital corridors are empty and dimly lit.

We pushed open the door to the ward, and Wei Jian was lying there, pale and looking particularly weak.

An IV was hung on the IV stand next to him, dripping slowly into his veins.

Seeing us coming in, he forced a smile.

"Brother Jian, how are you? Are you feeling better?" I asked.

"It's okay... I can't die." He forced a smile and said, "Why, are you going back today?"

"I'll be back in about two days...Brother Jian, if it weren't for you last night, I might have died." I said gratefully.

When I went to the kitchen last night, if Wei Jian hadn't arrived in time, I don't know what would have happened.

"Actually, it's all my fault. If you weren't allowed to attend the birthday party, you wouldn't be involved." He said helplessly.

We chatted for a while and he asked me what my next plans were.

I didn't hide it from him and said directly: "There is something wrong with Mr. Ming's project. He asked me to go over and take a look."

He frowned: "Didn't you help him finish the project? Why is there anything else?"

I spread my hands and said, "There's nothing I can do."

In fact, I also got a share of the Putah Road project, but I didn’t tell Wei Jian.

In his opinion, I was helping Ming Xiaoping for free.

"If you don't want to go, don't go." Wei Jian said, "I'll call Ming Xiaoping and I'll take care of anything!"

I smiled: "Brother Jian, let's forget it. I don't want you and Mr. Ming to get into trouble over me. Just go and there shouldn't be any big problem."

He sighed: "You are just too honest, and you are always manipulated by Ming Xiaoping."

I smiled and said nothing, but I had my own plans in mind.

If Wei Jian knew that I took dividends from Ming Xiaoping, he might also ask me to help him with projects. How could I refuse then?

Now he has the impression that I was threatened by Ming Xiaoping and had to help.

In this way, given the current relationship between the Wei family and me, it is unlikely that he will threaten me.

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, I left the hospital and called Ming Xiaoping.

Immediately afterwards, he sent someone to pick me up and take me to Crouching Tiger Villa.

When he entered Ming Xiaoping's office, as soon as he saw me, a smile appeared on his face: "You are finally here!"

"Mr. Ming." I greeted him with a smile.

"I heard something happened to Henry last night?" he asked, throwing me a cigarette.

I nodded and sat on the sofa.

"I heard that Wei Jian was shot?" he asked again.

I still nodded with a smile.

"Do you know what's going on?"

"I'm not sure. It was too chaotic last night and I couldn't care less about it." I said with a lingering fear.

I don’t want to get involved too much in the affairs between their major families, so it’s best not to say some things that shouldn’t be said.

"Mr. Ming, what happened to the Putah Road project?" I asked straight to the point.

He took out his mobile phone, operated it for a while, and then handed it to me.

I took it over and saw that on my phone, there were all negative reports about Putah Road, saying that the Putah Road project was a fraud, a fund disk, and that the information was fake.

"Damn, this is all on the Internet now. As a result, many people from the project have fled during this period!" Ming Xiaoping cursed angrily.

"Did you find someone to check? Who posted these posts?" I asked.

"I checked and found that it was a user who invested more than 200,000 yuan before and lost half of it. He called customer service all day long and said that if he didn't refund his money, he would expose us." Ming Xiaoping said angrily.

It turns out that’s the case, no wonder.

"Mr. Ming, if you come to me, I can't solve this problem." I said, dumbfounded.

"My idea is to ask you to help me with another project."

When I heard this sentence, I couldn't help but cursed in my heart.

This guy really thinks that coming up with a project is easy?

Just make another one if you say you want one more?

For this kind of fund-raising project, all the details must be carefully considered.

Once one link is not connected, it will be easy for users to see through it.

When I first conceived this project, I worked on it for several months.

Originally, I planned to do this project myself. If it hadn't been for Ah Dao, I wouldn't have said that I would give this project to Ming Xiaoping.

"Mr. Ming, it's unrealistic to start another project." I said, "Otherwise, give me some time and let me think about how to deal with it."

He stared at me, as if he was afraid that I would run away: "How long do you need?"

"Two days."

"it is good!"

He agreed and immediately asked someone to help me arrange to stay at Crouching Tiger Villa.

Obviously if I don't handle this matter, he won't let me go at all.

After dinner with Ming Xiaoping in the evening, I returned to the room he arranged for me.

After closing the door, I took out my mobile phone and contacted Wang Feiyu.

After I explained the situation to him, I asked him if there was any way to solve it. He replied: "It's easy. Find a company that deletes posts."

"Post deletion company?" I was a little confused.

"Yes, it is a company that specializes in handling public relations information. No matter what you post online, as long as you pay them, they can handle it."

Wang Feiyu said relaxedly on the other end of the phone: "This happened to me before when I was selling health care products in China. After I paid for it, I couldn't find anything online."

He continued: "But their charges are not cheap, and they also need introductions from acquaintances, and there is a lot of business... Well, if you want to delete anything, I will help you contact them, and they will give me a quote later, and I will do it again. Tell you."

"Okay!" I agreed.

When I was in China, I often saw tidbits about celebrities. Today, there are still some gossips, but they are gone the next day. Is it because these so-called "public relations companies" handled it?

After hanging up the phone, I called Zhao Yuan and told her that I might stay at Crouching Tiger Villa for the next two days.

"Wei Rong came to see me at night," Zhao Yuan said.

"Oh? What does she want from you?"

"She is going to Thailand tomorrow and asked me if I would go with her and let the plastic surgeon there look at the scars on my face."

Hearing this, I pursed my lips and asked, "Do you want to go?"

"It doesn't matter whether I go or not, it's up to you." She said, "Didn't you ask me to have a good relationship with her? Isn't it just an opportunity to go out with her this time?"

I thought for a while and said, "Okay, just promise her...but do you have a passport from Thailand?"

"Of course," she replied.

This surprised me a bit, but I didn’t ask much. I just said, “Okay, you can find a way to get a bank card after you go there, and I’ll have someone transfer some money to your card later.”

"it is good."