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

After the sudden confrontation, this woman and I sat face to face on the sofa in the lounge area of ​​the box.

There was an indescribable tension in the air, and the silence was broken only by the slight sound of the sofa fabric rubbing against our clothes.

I sat on the sofa opposite, staring at her closely.

Her body was wrapped in a dry bathrobe, and her wet hair had been dried casually, but there were still signs that she had just come out of the water.

Her expression gradually changed from the previous fear to calmness, but there was still a trace of unnoticeable anxiety hidden in her eyes.

The light in the box was soft and warm, casting it on the two of us, lengthening our shadows and adding a touch of mystery.

On the small coffee table between the sofas, there is a cup of untouched tea. The steam of the tea rises slightly, which is in sharp contrast with the tense atmosphere around it.

The silence between us seemed to be swallowed up, and no one spoke to break the stalemate.

She glanced at me furtively from time to time, as if assessing my intentions and looking for an opportunity to break the impasse.

I still hold the gun that decided the situation tightly in my hand. Although it has been put aside, the deterrent power of its presence still makes the atmosphere in this space full of depression.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" The woman finally broke the silence, with an imperceptible tremor in her voice.

Her eyes looked up and down my body, trying to find answers in my expression.

Instead of responding directly to her question, I decided to get straight to the point: "Li Wenchang asked Tan Yong to meet, what are they going to talk about?"

My voice was calm and firm, my eyes as sharp as knives, looking directly into her eyes, trying to read her thoughts.

After hearing my question, the woman was obviously stunned for a moment, and then her body relaxed obviously, as if she had found some kind of answer to this question.

The corner of her mouth curved into a smile, and her eyes revealed an elusive meaning: "Are you from Old Tang?"

Old Tang?

I was shocked, and then I thought that the "Old Tang" in her mouth probably meant Tang Zhilong.

I didn't directly answer her guess, but replied: "I am asking you a question now. You just need to answer it."

This woman looked to be around twenty-four or five years old, but the aura she exuded was in sharp contrast to her actual age.

Her mental age is obviously far ahead of her peers. The fact that she can still maintain such calmness and composure under such circumstances undoubtedly shows that she has seen a lot of the world.

She gently picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip gracefully, as if all the disputes had nothing to do with her: "Tan Yong kidnapped Hong Rose some time ago, but the woman made him empty again. Now, in his heart, I was terrified and worried that Red Rose would come to take revenge, so..."

I didn't let her continue, and directly took over her words: "Is that why he came to Li Wenchang?"

She nodded slightly and confirmed my guess: "That's right."

"Why?" I asked further.

A meaningful smile appeared on her lips again: "Why else? The plan to kidnap Red Rose was originally planned by Li Wenchang. Tan Yong is just a dog under his command."

Listening to what she said, I couldn't help but feel a little doubt in my heart.

According to common sense, she should be Li Wenchang's person, but from her tone and expression, I felt an indescribable strangeness - her attitude did not seem to be that of a loyal subordinate.

Before I could think about it, this woman interrupted my train of thought and conveyed an extremely important message to me: "Go back and tell Old Tang, stop pressing me. Give me a little more time, and I guarantee that I can get Li Wenchang." channels in Indonesia.”

I was stunned for a moment, with complicated emotions surging in my heart.

Her words made me realize instantly that she might be Tang Zhilong's person.

And she seemed to have mistakenly thought that I was a member of Tang Zhilong. This cognitive error seemed particularly subtle at this moment.

I concealed my inner surprise, raised the corner of my mouth with a hint of a smile, and asked softly: "How can you be so sure that I am from Old Tang?"

There was a hint of playfulness in my tone, trying to get more information out of her response.

Her brows furrowed, obviously disturbed by my rhetorical question: "Aren't you from Old Tang?"

I chose an answer that was both vague and instructive: "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that our goals are the same."

"You also want channels in Indonesia?" She looked a little surprised, but her eyes began to shine with re-evaluation.

I went with the flow and answered affirmatively: "That's right!"

She pondered for a moment, her eyes deep, as if weighing the truth of my words.

I stayed calm, trying not to let any of my emotions leak out.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I asked another question: "What is the situation inside Xintai Group now?"

I tried to keep my tone as calm as possible without any emotion, just like an outsider curiously asking about internal affairs.

She smiled contemptuously, as if she had her own opinion on this issue: "What else could happen? Viagra does not show up, and Red Rose is now in control of the situation. The people below are naturally dissatisfied."

"Why doesn't Viagra show up?" I asked.

She pondered slightly, her eyes switching between me and the dim light around me, as if she was weighing how to answer.

Finally, she said: "I don't know, I heard that Red Rose put Viagra under house arrest. But..."

She hesitated for a moment before speaking, and then she looked at me with a hint of complicated emotions in her eyes: "There is also a theory that Viagra seems to have been assassinated, and her life hangs on a thread, so she is hiding to recuperate."

"According to you, Li Wenchang wanted to rebel by touching the red rose at this time?" I raised my eyebrows deliberately, trying to find out more information from her answer.

She nodded.

Just when I was about to inquire further, she suddenly asked: "Who are you from?"

I chuckled, trying to use humor to ease the tension: "Are you so curious?"

She was reluctant and said in an almost threatening tone: "If you can't identify yourself, you will definitely not be able to leave here safely in a while."

Her words were cold and her eyes were sharp.

My heart moved, and then I had an idea and blurted out: "Do you know Wang Quanfu?"

My words seemed to hit a certain nerve in her, and she suddenly showed a surprised expression: "Are you from Wang Quanfu?!"

I smiled softly, neither denying nor admitting: "What? You seem surprised?"

"He also wants channels in Indonesia? Didn't he go to northern Myanmar?" She seemed to be deep in thought.

I didn't wait for her to continue asking, and interrupted directly: "The Indonesian channel is not important. What is important is that under this undercurrent, Boss Wang also wants to find a way out for himself."