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

I have contracted out a lot of restaurants in the Eastern District, and most of them are people from Mae Sot, Sihanoukville or Lao Cai.

Among these people are Chinese and locals.

They opened a restaurant in the East District. In addition to paying the rent every month, they would also give me an extra benefit.

Although it's not much, I can earn about 30,000 to 40,000 RMB every month by relying on the donations from these restaurants and canteens.

When you open a restaurant in the park, you basically make a profit. It is rare to hear of anyone losing money.

After all, the park is so big, and almost 80 to 90 percent of the people can only move around in the park most of the time. This makes the catering industry in the East District an extremely profitable business.

The food in many restaurants is actually very messy, but people still go to eat it. After all, there are not many choices in the park.

There are also some people who believe that the reason why they go to a restaurant to eat is not how delicious the food is, but to buy a moment of "freedom."

Because eating and spending money in a restaurant or going to a KTV to sing and have fun will give you the illusion that you are not being imprisoned in a cage.

When I came to a Yunnan restaurant, when I entered with Dadu, the boss greeted me.

The owner of this restaurant is from Jinghong, Yunnan, a Dai ethnic group, and he has been in the smuggling business in the early years.

Later, I spent a lot of time in Maizayang, and then went to Lao Cai.

He had a small restaurant in the old street, which he managed for his wife, while he himself came to our park and opened a new restaurant.

We usually call him "Lao Yan".

"Mr. Zhang, the private room is ready. Do you want to serve the food now or wait a while?" He smiled and took me to the private room.

"I heard that you bought some chicken fir trees recently?" I sat on the chair in the box and asked.

Lao Yan grinned: "I'll cook for you in a while."

"Okay, you can arrange the dishes. And bring me some sorghum wine you brewed yourself."

"it is good."

About four or five minutes later, Chen Siju walked in from the door, gently playing with two delicate flowers in his hands.

His steps were brisk, with a hint of casual confidence.

As soon as he saw me, he smiled warmly and put the cigarette in his hand in front of me.

"Mr. Zhang." He said with a smile, a hint of respect in his eyes.

I looked at the two flowers and I was a little surprised, which is not common in the park: "Where did this smoke come from?"

After he sat down, he revealed a smile: "My hometown is in Zhejiang. Some time ago, I asked my uncle to bring me some good cigarettes."

He paused, as if to add some atmosphere, "Has Mr. Yang tried this brand of cigarettes?"

I smiled, took a cigarette, and answered while opening it: "I tried it once before."

Then he took out a packet and gently threw it to Chen Siju, "It's fine if you come, why are you so polite?"

He shook his head and smiled: "I'm not polite, I just want to give Mr. Zhang a taste."

The dishes on the table were served quickly, and a large plate of fried chicken fungus was placed in the center of the table, exuding an alluring aroma.

I signaled Dadu to pour us two glasses of wine, then raised my glass and touched it with Chen Siju.

"I heard that you've been quite busy lately." I put down my wine glass, picked up my chopsticks, and casually started the conversation.

Chen Siju responded with a smile: "I am a little busy, but mainly I am studying and adapting to the life here."

I paused and then asked seriously: "Xiao Chen, you have been in the park for more than a month. In fact, I have always wanted to ask you a question."

"Mr. Zhang, please ask." He seemed to have no reservations and answered frankly.

I pretended to be relaxed and asked: "Why did you say that Director Chen asked you to come to the park? This is a place where birds don't poop, and most people don't stay long after they come."

He explained with a smile: "Director Chen mainly asked me to learn and accumulate experience. He plans to open a new park in the Philippines next year and wants me to come and help."

This reminded me of Chen Tianxiang’s previous plan. He did mention this and planned to ask me to provide some help and guidance.

"So that's it." I nodded, already having the answer in my heart.

Then I brought up another topic: "I heard that you went to see Mr. Hu some time ago?"

When Chen Siju heard this question, he was slightly startled, but soon put on a relaxed smile: "Before coming to the park, I heard that there are two people in charge here. I think since I have met you, Mr. Zhang, I also You should go say hello to Mr. Hu."

"Is that so?" I nodded thoughtfully.

"Well." Chen Siju continued to explain: "I didn't know the relationship between you and Mr. Hu at first..."

He paused and added with a smile: "Later I heard that there seemed to be some conflicts between you, so I didn't go to Mr. Hu again."

I chuckled and said, "Don't think too much, I just asked casually. In the park, you are free to find whomever you want. Since Director Chen asked you to come, I naturally trust you."

It seems that I am indeed worrying too much.

This Chen Siju, judging from his words and deeds, does not seem to have any special connection with Hu Laosan.

……

In the next half month, Metaverse’s project data continued to decline. Not only that, but there were also many “jump orders”.

After depositing money, some users simply stop playing for some unknown reason and don’t care about the loss.

This made me vaguely feel that something was not normal. Although previous projects also had this problem, it was rare after all.

But this time, there were almost several skipped orders a day.

When I arrived at Zhou Yang's villa, I went to his office and sat down: "How is the investigation going?"

"It has been tracked, and there is no abnormality in all IP addresses." Zhou Yang turned the computer screen to me, "These are the IP addresses of users who skip orders, and there is nothing wrong with their social accounts."

"It shouldn't be!" I frowned, "Then why would they skip the order?"

"I'm already thinking of a way. Give me a few more days and I'll see if I can hack into their cell phones. Then I can pull out their communication records and text message records." Zhou Yang said.

I thought for a while: "Okay, hurry up and, in addition to these users who skipped orders, you can randomly check the situation of those users who registered accounts and then ran away."

"Ah."

After leaving the villa, I returned to the office and called Wang Meng and Toad over to ask about their recent operations.

Wang Meng began to report, and I couldn't help but think while listening.

His operational ideas are all based on the plan I made before, and there are no flaws in it. Why does the data keep declining?

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster...

I asked Wang Meng and Toad to go down first, then took out my mobile phone and called Zhao Yuan and asked her to come over.