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

The next morning, the sun streamed in from the window.

I sat on the cushioned chair in Ming Xiaoping's office, tapping my fingers on the tabletop, counting the time in my mind.

Ming Xiaoping's eyes were fixed on me, as if he wanted to read something from my expression.

After a moment, he broke the silence: "Have you found a solution?"

I took a deep breath and replied calmly: "I have contacted a reliable friend in China and he is handling the matter, but he may need some funds."

"How much?" Ming Xiaoping asked with a slight frown.

I thought for a moment and replied: "It's not sure yet, there may be some fluctuations."

I then explained to him my plan about finding a “PR firm.”

At this moment, the phone vibrated. It was Wang Feiyu's call.

I picked up the phone and Wang Feiyu's voice came: "I have already negotiated with the other party. It only costs 10,000 yuan to process those posts."

Hearing the price, I felt a little relieved and asked, "Are you sure this price is feasible?"

"Of course, when have I ever lied to you?" Wang Feiyu said with confidence in his tone.

After hanging up the phone, Ming Xiaoping's eyes locked on me again: "What should I say?"

I hesitated for a moment, handed him a cigarette, lit one myself, took a deep breath and slowly blew out the smoke ring: "The other party wants one million."

"One million?" Ming Xiaoping's eyes suddenly widened and he said angrily: "Fuck, why don't you go and grab it?!"

I exhaled a puff of smoke and said calmly: "I have asked my friends to negotiate, maybe it can be cheaper."

I added: "You also know that the situation in China is relatively complicated, especially for projects like this..."

Ming Xiaoping pondered for a moment, and finally gave his bottom line: "The maximum is 200,000, or forget it. Beyond this amount, you don't even need that much money to find someone to kidnap the poster."

"I will try to talk to my friends to see if I can lower the price." I replied.

Suddenly, Ming Xiaoping asked: "Can I ask a hacker to delete the post directly?"

I immediately shook my head: "Definitely not, that will only cause bigger problems."

He sighed: "Then check with your friend as soon as possible."

I nodded in agreement: "He said he would call me back later."

When I returned to the room where I was staying, I sent a message to Wang Feiyu and asked him if 10,000 yuan could really get it done?

He replied to me: "Those posts you mentioned are all personal posts. As long as you report them to the officials and provide some information, they will be deleted directly by the officials."

"So simple?" I was a little surprised.

"Of course, the company that deletes posts has its own way, and this is their business secret."

"Okay, then you can do it for me first, and I'll transfer the money to you later."

"You still need to transfer 10,000 yuan? Are you tired?" Wang Feiyu came over with a sweat-wiping expression, "Just leave this matter to me and I will help you handle it."

"it is good."

In less than three hours, Wang Feiyu gave me a message saying that all the posts had been cleaned up, and he also helped me purchase "Keyword Maintenance".

This means that as long as the keywords of the "Putah Road" project are involved, the deletion company will handle it directly, and the maintenance period is one year.

I asked him if there is a charge for this keyword maintenance?

He said it was cheap. One keyword maintenance cost only a few thousand yuan a year.

I finally understood. In the past, there was always talk about the "50 Cent Party" on the Internet, and it was this kind of company that I dared to talk about.

In the evening, Ming Xiaoping prepared a sumptuous meal at Crouching Tiger Villa. During the dinner, I told him that the matter had been taken care of.

After he listened, he asked me: "How much did it cost?"

"Two hundred thousand." I said calmly.

"Damn it, let's get half of the money each of us from the dividends." He raised his glass and said to me, "Let's take one."

When he said this, I was not surprised at all.

That's why, during the day, I would quote him a million.

In several contacts with Ming Xiaoping, I have gradually understood his character.

He is the kind of person who is profound and good at hiding his true thoughts.

My share of the Puttadau project has always been small, in part because I was never really involved in the review of the financial statements.

The specific profit and capital flow of the project are like a fog to me, and I know nothing about it.

As for the profit sharing mentioned before, it just depends on Ming Xiaoping's mood.

He gave me as much as he wanted without any set rules.

No matter how much the post deletion fee is today, Ming Xiaoping will definitely not pay it out of his own pocket.

In the end, this account will still fall on my head.

Therefore, I directly quoted a sky-high price.

After staying at Crouching Tiger Villa for two days, I had no intention of staying longer.

Finding a suitable excuse, I hurried away and returned to Henry. Zhao Yuan has not returned yet, and it is said that it will take a few days.

My original plan was to return to the park to deal with Zhou Yang's affairs, and he even called me in the meantime.

But Zhao Yuan told me on the phone that Wei Rong had something to discuss with me, which sounded like she was going to have a showdown with me.

I'm curious about the Wei family's continued help. What's the purpose behind it?

In the next two days, I would go to the hospital to visit Wei Jian every day, trying to get some clues from him.

But he was spotless and unmoved by any of my temptations.

Faced with this situation, there is nothing I can do.

Time flew by like water, and in the blink of an eye, three days passed quietly.

Finally, Wei Rong and Zhao Yuan returned to the old street, so I went to the Henry Group headquarters and went straight to the presidential suite.

This suite is Wei Rong's daily residence. The interior decoration is luxurious and elegant, and every detail reflects her extraordinary taste.

When I stepped into the suite, I saw Wei Rong wearing a finely tailored black business suit, sitting in front of the carved tea table, making tea elegantly.

There was a quiet dignity in her manner.

"Mr. Wei." I greeted her, and she nodded and motioned for me to sit down.

"It is not difficult to treat the scar on Xiaoyuan's face. I have already made an agreement with the medical institution in Thailand, and she can undergo surgery when she is free." Wei Rong's voice was filled with concern.

I responded gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Wei, for your concern."

She gently placed a cup of freshly brewed tea in front of me: "Try this."

I took the tea cup and took a sip. The aroma of tea overflowed.

"Is this Lao Ban Zhang?" I asked.

"I didn't expect Mr. Yang to be someone who knows a lot about tea." A smile of appreciation appeared on Wei Rong's face.

"No, I just tasted it occasionally." I answered humbly.

The aroma of tea slowly filled the air. I put down the teacup and pondered for a moment: "Mr. Wei, please come to me..."

Before I could finish my words, Wei Rong said, "I want to negotiate a deal with you."

"Oh? What kind of deal?" I asked curiously, with a bit of inquiry in my eyes.

She picked up the tea bowl leisurely, took a sip gently, and then asked calmly: "Do you want to be the top leader of Moai River Park?"

When these words came out, I was shocked...