During this period, there was a lot of talk about fraud in northern Myanmar on the Internet.
It also brought back my painful and passionate memories again.
After much thought, I decided to write down this experience, hoping to give some warning to those who see it.
As long as it can dissuade one person from going to northern Myanmar, I think it still makes sense.
Regarding the telecom fraud park in northern Myanmar, some netizens even feel that it is not so bloody and violent. It is purely because some bloggers deliberately exaggerated for the sake of traffic.
In this regard, I just want to say that what you can hear is only what the platform allows!
Bloggers will not talk about things that exceed the limits of cognition and are extremely bloody and anti-human.
Because they know that even if they tell it, the platform will not let it be broadcast!
Maybe even their accounts will be blocked.
When browsing related videos, I often see the following comments.
"I can escape from there in two days at most!"
"If I go there, I will definitely become a supervisor."
"I'm quite yearning for it. It sounds exciting. There are many women."
When I saw this, I was actually laughing.
It's just a wry smile.
These ignorant netizens!
You overestimate your own charm!
We underestimate the cruelty of the devil!
In real life, you may feel a lot of pain if you get a cut by a knife.
But in northern Myanmar, in the hands of those devils, this kind of injury is the greatest charity!
If your fingers are cut off without anesthesia, can you really feel the pain?
Can you imagine the pain of having a red-hot steel needle pierced directly into your nail?
Not to mention the human tortures of cutting off the waist, gouging out the eyes, and destroying the lower body!
As for girls, do you know what driving a train, milk tea, and ice skates are?
In northern Myanmar, in order to break your will as quickly as possible and extract your value in the shortest possible time, they invented all kinds of torture!
Each one can make your life worse than death!
As long as you step into that land without any connections, you are just a pig!
I believe everyone knows what the fate of the pig is.
Just to be eaten!
And he was eaten clean!
The above may not be enough for you to believe my words, and I will not defend myself.
I won’t be like the video blogger who warns you repeatedly at the beginning of the video, ‘Don’t go to northern Myanmar! '.
Repeated it three times in a row.
I just want to tell you with real and bloody facts how terrible that place is!
I also believe that, let alone listening to my entire story, even if you only watch a few episodes, you will give up the related thoughts.
Let me start by saying that I am not a good person in the traditional sense.
In northern Myanmar, good people do not survive.
In order to survive, I will also take some extraordinary measures.
Anyway, people of the Holy Mother should be careful before entering!
Without further ado, the story begins!
Let me introduce myself. My name is Huang Yu. I was born in 1991 and come from one of the countless small villages in Henan.
He is 1.76 meters tall, neither tall nor short.
As for his appearance, many people agree that he is quite handsome.
Maybe you think I'm showing off, but what I want to say is that if I could choose, I would rather have an ugly face.
At least this way you won't suffer some unspeakable humiliation!
Tell me a little more about my family background!
I am not a lucky person. My biological parents gave birth to four sons in total.
In that era, rebirth was an extremely serious matter.
My arrival brought a lot of pressure to my biological parents, half from life and half from the government.
There happened to be a couple in a neighboring village who had been married for several years but had no children.
After some persuasion, I was sent to my adoptive parents' home.
Although it is not biological, I finally have a child.
My adoptive parents were very good to me.
But my happy life only lasted three years, because three years later, my adoptive mother became pregnant.
She also gave birth to a pair of twins, a boy and a girl.
At this point, my miserable childhood officially began.
When I was young, I didn't know the difference between biological and non-biological. I only knew that I could never please my parents.
No matter how diligent and sensible I am, I will always get a cold face.
Later, I went to school and got good grades. I was first in the class every time.
But instead of getting better, the situation has become more serious.
It was only after I became an adult that I found out.
My adoptive parents actually didn’t want me to change my destiny through studying, because in our village, going to college meant traveling far away.
They just hope that I can drop out of school early, go out to work, build a house for myself and find a wife.
When they get older, I can be there to fulfill my filial piety.
After entering junior high school, I wore patched trousers and leftover cotton-padded jackets worn by others.
I was already fourteen or fifteen years old at that time, and I also had self-esteem and vanity.
My adoptive parents and I had a huge fight over a new pair of shoes and clothes.
However, there are no eggs.
In this environment, I began to feel inferior and negative.
Naturally, academic performance also began to decline.
As my adoptive parents wished, I went to work in a factory with an uncle from the same village before I finished the second semester of my third year of junior high school.
After I went out to work, my adoptive parents suddenly became extremely concerned about me.
I was required to call home once a week, and every time I called, I was greeted with greetings.
Never have I ever received such care!
I was immersed in the love of my father and my mother, and I lived frugally every month. As long as my salary was paid, I would send almost all of it home.
I even didn’t go back during the Chinese New Year just to make more money.
I have been working in this garment factory for six years.
In an accident, my leg was broken by a cargo.
After the leg bone was reattached in the hospital, I was only given 8,000 yuan, and the factory sent me back to my hometown to recuperate.
At that time, I had no idea about protecting my rights!
Quan should regard this as his own bad luck.
When I returned to my hometown in the countryside, my adoptive parents were very kind to me in the first few days.
However, it didn't take long for him to regain his cold expression from his childhood.
This makes me very angry.
In the past few years, I have always bought the cheapest clothes, and I don’t even have a mobile phone. As long as my salary is paid, I will always send the money home as soon as possible.
Now, I broke my leg and have only been recuperating at home for two months, but you actually treat me as a burden!
Then something happened again, which completely caused the conflict between me and my adoptive parents to explode!
The reason was that I wanted to buy a mobile phone, but my adoptive parents refused because they had no money at home!
I'm completely angry!
In the past six years, I have sent at least 100,000 yuan home!
But now, I can’t even afford to spend 3,000 yuan to buy a mobile phone!
After a big fight, I dragged my leg, which was not fully healed, and went south to work again with just over 2,000 yuan in my pocket!
Six years of working in a garment factory made me very resistant to similar jobs.
In order to find a job that I like, I entered an agency company on the advice of my former colleagues.
That day, it was drizzling, and when I walked into an intermediary company called Fidelity, the gears of fate began to turn in the direction of hell...
