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

At the beginning of the lights, the beautiful night shrouds Dubai.

Hamid and I met in a well-decorated Chinese restaurant to discuss the details of cooperation.

The waiter led us to sit down and then served us two cups of tea.

The fragrance of tea is lingering, but my mind gradually drifts away.

For some time, I have been thinking hard about the cooperation between Hamid and Hongsheng.

From site selection to planning, from personnel to funding, I do everything personally.

I originally thought this was to expand the territory of Hongsheng Park and consolidate our position in the Middle East.

However, what puzzles me is that Hamid seems to have no intention of developing the park.

What he does is always unpredictable.

I couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Hamid, I wonder what your plans are for our cooperation?"

Hamid smiled mysteriously and did not answer directly.

He asked a puzzling question: "Mr. Yang, how long do you think people can live?"

I was confused and completely confused.

Hamid continued talking to himself: "Nowadays, with the advanced medical technology, many terminal diseases can be cured. As long as you have money, your life expectancy can be greatly extended, right?"

"That's true." I agreed without knowing it.

"Mr. Yang, I heard that you spent some time in northern Myanmar. You must have seen a lot about longevity, right?" Hamid looked at me meaningfully.

What he said really surprised me.

It seems that he already knows all about me.

"What do you mean, Mr. Hamid?" I asked in a deep voice, "What kind of riddle are you trying to make?"

Hamid smiled and said nothing, but said slowly: "As far as I know, you Chinese have opened many parks in Dubai and recruited a large number of workers. You call these people piggies, right?"

I nodded silently, noncommittal.

"My boss is very interested in these piglets." Hamid's eyes were glaring. "He wants to use these people to help more powerful people live longer. Do you understand what I mean?"

It suddenly dawned on me that I almost got into a fight.

That's it!

He wants to trade human organs!

When I was in northern Myanmar, I saw a lot of this kind of activity.

It is nothing more than transplanting organs from poor people into rich people so that they can live a few more years.

"Who is the boss behind you?" I suppressed the shock in my heart and asked tentatively.

Hamid smiled slightly and did not answer directly.

"Mr. Yang, what do you think? Are you willing to do this deal together?" He looked at me sincerely, "As long as you nod, I can introduce the boss to you."

"Why me?" I asked suspiciously, "Why did you choose to cooperate with me?"

Hamid smiled and said: "Although there are many parks in Dubai, you are the only one who wants to do this business."

"Because I was in northern Myanmar?"

"More than that." Hamid shook his head, "It's also because you are resourceful and meticulous. It can be seen from the fact that you tried every means to get close to me. Believe me, you are the best candidate."

I let out a long sigh and fell into deep thought.

"I can't make the decision on Hongsheng Park by myself." I said after careful consideration, "I'm afraid we still need to discuss this business with Mr. Ni."

"Don't worry about this." Hamid said confidently, "With your ability, it is only a matter of time to convince Mr. Ni. As long as you are willing to join forces with me, your future in Dubai will be limitless!"

"I don't understand something." I frowned. "Compared with oil smuggling, the profits from organ trading are probably much smaller, right? Why do you have to get involved in this business?"

"Because this is a VIP service." Hamid said meaningfully.

"Dignified guests? Could it be that we only serve those powerful people?" I suddenly realized.

"Exactly." Hamid nodded, "These people are our target customers."

That's it!

What he wants to do is not an ordinary organ sale, but to provide organ transplant services specifically for the upper class.

In this way, profits and risks are very different.

The rest of the meal was tasteless to me.

My mind was filled with Hamid's suggestions, and I couldn't calm down for a long time.

Saying goodbye to Hamid, I drove back to the park alone.

Along the way, I had a lot of thoughts and couldn't calm down for a long time.

Sun Hong from the Nanyang Chamber of Commerce asked me to lobby Hamid for oil smuggling.

And Hamid himself wanted to drag me into the business of human organs.

For a moment, I didn't know how to choose.

In the final analysis, these two transactions all depend on Mr. Ni’s wishes.

Mr. Ni is Hongsheng's talker, and his final word will decide everything.

Although I am his right-hand man, I cannot fathom his thoughts.

Although the organ trade is lucrative, it is also too risky.

Will Mr. Ni allow Hongsheng to get involved?

The scale is swinging left and right, but I can't tell which end has more weight.

In the final analysis, it all depends on Mr. Ni's attitude.

As long as he nods, everything will be done in one go.

On the other hand, if he holds objections, I can only retreat in the face of difficulties to avoid unnecessary complications.

The inner war between heaven and man made me feel even more tormented.

I know that this decision is of great importance.

No matter what the outcome is, it will affect Hongsheng's development in Dubai and even my personal future and destiny.

I have to be cautious and think twice before I act.

The night is getting darker, and the street scene outside the car window is gradually blurring.

In the car, I smoked slowly.

I tried to calm down and sort out the situation in my mind.

In any case, the top priority is to report all this to Mr. Ni as soon as possible.

Only with his instructions can I make my next plan with confidence.

The car sped through the night, gradually leaving the noisy urban area.

Since I went directly to Mr. Ni last time because of Yan Qi's matter, his attitude towards me is obviously different from before.

He even gave me his personal number.

I don't know what his action means?

But sure, I can contact him directly.

The next day, I called Mr. Ni and told him about Mihad. As for the Nanyang Chamber of Commerce, I didn't hide it.

After all, there is no need to hide this kind of thing.

If I hid it and Mr. Ni found out about it later, there might still be a estrangement, so I might as well tell everything.

After listening to my narration, Mr. Ni on the other end of the phone said slowly: "Xiao Yang, let's do this. You promise Mihad first, and then go meet the boss behind him."

Hearing this, I was a little suspicious. Mr. Ni seemed to be very interested in the person behind Mihad?

"Okay, then I'll contact him and talk to him." I replied.

Mr. Ni said: "Well, you can take care of this matter, but you have to talk to Hu Laosan."

"clear."

After hanging up the phone, I put the phone on the table, took out a cigarette and slowly started smoking it.

A person like Mihad who has done well in Dubai actually has a boss behind him.

Who is his boss?