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

As night falls, the streets of Dubai gradually fall silent.

Song Xue's slender fingers gently grasped the steering wheel, and the McLaren engine roared to life, like an awakening lion.

The sports car rushed out of the parking space like an arrow, instantly integrating into the pulse of this city that never sleeps.

Through the half-open car window, the night view of Dubai unfolds slowly like a moving picture.

The first thing that catches the eye is the Burj Khalifa standing in the center of the city. The 168-story skyscraper shines in the night, with silver light shining like a sword piercing the sky.

The lights on the tower change, sometimes as brilliant as fireworks, sometimes as gentle as stars, making it dizzying.

Then, the Atlantis Hotel on the Palm Island gradually emerged.

The majestic dome and continuous minarets are like a mirage, reflecting the endless Persian Gulf.

The hotel is brightly lit, with countless tourists walking around, laughing, and enjoying a luxurious vacation.

Not far away, there was another bright red.

It turns out to be the iconic dome of Ferrari World. Its streamlined design and bright colors are reminiscent of speed and passion. Just a glance from a distance can make your heart beat wildly.

As for the Burj Al Arab Hotel on the coastline, it is a single branch and can only be viewed from a distance but not played with.

It stood there quietly, its white body rising gracefully, like a giant ship about to set sail.

Countless lights shine from its windows and are reflected on the sea, forming a dazzling galaxy.

The car was speeding along the promenade, lined with tall buildings on both sides.

Countless billboards and neon lights flash in the night, rendering this desert city gorgeous and confusing.

The luxury cars Rolls-Royce Phantom and Ferrari LaFerrari passed by from time to time, leaving behind a roar of lightning.

From time to time, the metallic luster of famous watches flashes across the wrists or necks of pedestrians on the roadside.

Just when I was secretly sighing at the luxury of this city, the car suddenly left the main road and turned into a secluded beach.

When he came to his senses, McLaren had stopped at the beach.

I opened the car door, and a salty sea breeze blew in my face, mixed with a faint fishy smell.

The fine sand is soft underfoot and makes a slight crunching sound.

I got out of the car and walked to the beach.

The tide lapped against the rocks, splashing layers of foam.

The surface of the sea is sparkling, reflecting the bright stars in the sky.

The crescent moon hangs in the middle, like a lonely boat, floating in the boundless sky.

I habitually took out a cigarette from my pocket and lit it with a lighter.

The light of the fire flickered in the night wind, reflecting my face.

The smoke curled up between the fingers and was blown away by the sea breeze.

I took a deep breath, letting the nicotine fill my lungs.

The smoke was choking, but it also gave me a bit of comfort—or, in other words, an illusion of escape.

In fact, from the moment the fortune-telling system was launched, I vaguely realized that this business alone was far from enough to support the operation of the entire Hongsheng.

We need to expand more diversified businesses, need stronger funds, and need deeper connections and resources.

And right now, my roots in Dubai are very shallow.

Whether it is technical talents, marketing channels, or the most basic security forces, they are all stretched thin.

How easy is it to carve out a bloody path in this Red Sea?

All kinds of problems are like thorns.

But I had to bite the bullet and move forward.

To retreat is to reach an abyss.

Going forward is also a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire.

"Mr. Yang..."

Song Xue's timid voice came from behind.

I turned around and saw that she had also gotten out of the car at some point and was walking next to me.

The night wind blew her long hair, making her look very thin.

"What's wrong?" I chuckled, trying to sound as relaxed as possible, "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Yang, I want to ask..." She lowered her head and twisted her skirt with her fingers, "How long have you been in Dubai...?"

I didn't answer immediately, but took another drag on my cigarette.

The light from the cigarette butt flickered brightly and dimly in the night, illuminating my slightly tired face.

"A few months." I exhaled a breath of white mist and looked at the sea level, "As for you, why would you want to come here?"

Song Xue was silent for a moment, with a hint of bitterness on her lips.

"My family's conditions are not good, my parents are old, and my younger brother is suffering from leukemia." Her voice was trembling. "I originally wanted to come here to be a translator, but I was repeatedly frustrated in my job search. Later, it was a coincidence... .Meet Mr. Hu.”

It turned out to be the case.

Stories like this are not uncommon in this industry.

Countless young people with dreams have eventually fallen into the trap of fame and fortune, and are beyond redemption.

"Then do you know what I do?" I asked suddenly.

Song Xue shook her head, her hair like a waterfall.

"You should know who can afford a sports car like this, right?" I raised my finger and pointed at the McLaren behind me, with a playful tone.

She shook her head again, her eyes blank.

"Fraud," I said bluntly.

Song Xue was stunned, obviously not expecting me to be so straightforward.

But she quickly regained her composure, and even raised a self-deprecating smile on her lips.

"Mr. Yang has made his words clear, so why should I pretend to be confused?" Her tone was surprisingly calm, "Since Brother Hu sent me to you, of course I understand what it means."

After a pause, she added: "In today's society, everyone laughs at the poor but not at the prostitutes..."

I didn't answer, just took a deep drag on the cigarette.

The night wind blew by, causing Song Xue's long hair to flutter.

Under the dim moonlight, her profile looked particularly soft, but her brows were full of perseverance.

After a long time, I put out the cigarette butt, turned around and walked towards the car.

"Let's go, it's getting late." I said.

This time, it was me who was driving.

The McLaren's engine roared to life again, and its headlights illuminated the road ahead.

I pressed the accelerator to the bottom, and the sports car rushed out like an arrow.

Speeding all the way, I no longer looked at the scenery on the roadside, and I no longer paid attention to the traffic lights.

Soon, the car drove into Hongpan Park and stopped in front of my villa.

I got out of the car, opened the door, strode into the house, and went straight upstairs.

Song Xue followed me and walked up.

When I came to the bedroom, I fell heavily on the bed.

The high-grade velvet fabric exudes a faint fragrance, and the mattress supports my tired body just right.

But inside, I was extremely irritable.

The smell of smoke, perfume, the smell of sea...all the smells were intertwined and made me almost suffocate.

I closed my eyes and countless images flashed through my mind.

Somehow, I seemed to see my future.

It is a broad road paved with money and power, but it is also full of thorns of calculation and fighting.

I don't know how many difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, and I don't know if I can withstand temptation and betrayal.

But one thing is clear to me: I can't look back.

From the moment you set foot on this path, there is no turning back.

Outside the window, the night became darker and darker.

When Song Xue came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a bath towel, she came to my side and lay down slowly...