Chapter 13: Pig killing plate!

Style: Girl Author: Song of Climbing the RockWords: 2427Update Time: 24/01/11 15:35:20
After saying this, Brother Bo left.

Duan Lei followed behind him and walked away together.

The other two colleagues, like me, were not in a hurry and started reading the fraud book again.

Although we know that this kind of thing is immoral and illegal, in order to survive, we can only follow their rules.

According to what the short-haired woman said, we are now considered fugitives in the country.

The charges are fraud and smuggling.

I don't know if she said this to discourage us from escaping.

But there is one crime that is truly established, and that is the crime of smuggling.

But I also know that thinking about these things is too far away now. Even if I am willing to submit to the law, I still have to say whether I have the life to go back!

In the workroom, there are a few losers hanging around all the time.

If you see someone who is not working seriously or is not pleasing to the eye, you will give him a whip by shaking his hand.

The kind of whip they carry is about as wide as a belt, but not as flat as a belt, and has many hooks on it.

It hurts so much when it hits someone!

Don't ask me why I know so clearly, because I suffered.

Just when I was carefully looking at the list of scams, I was whipped behind me for no apparent reason.

I know the bitch who beat me. He's the same bastard who said, 'Don't think I won't beat you if you're handsome!'

In this regard, I can only swallow my anger.

There was nothing I could do, let alone resist, even if I just glared at him, I would probably get even worse.

But I didn't gain anything, at least I knew his name.

Skinny, everyone calls him Brother Pi.

He does indeed look like a mangy dog, his facial features are all running towards the edges of his face as if he were trying to escape, what a disgusting one!

When the other two colleagues came back from Boge one after another, I also went to Boge's office.

"Brother Bo."

I shouted politely.

Bo Ge's office is not big, just a desk and a swivel chair, not even a place to sit.

Brother Bo didn't look up at me. He wrote two lines of numbers and symbols and said, "Go back and board. I'll send you the number later."

It turns out that Brother Bo gave me a QQ number.

I also learned that the fraudulent numbers were not dialed randomly, but purchased from a domestic middleman.

Of course, you can dial whatever you want. The company doesn't care about this. As long as you can defraud money, no one will ask, even if the person defrauded is Wang Sicong.

As for these purchased numbers, the required fees will eventually be transferred to us.

Just like me, I owe the company 800,000 yuan in the contract, plus the interest for the past few days and the cost of buying an account. Brother Bo checked it for me and found that it has now risen to 850,000 yuan.

Some people may have said, what is the meaning of fraud companies doing this?

They treat you like piglets and you can’t go home. What difference does it make if you have these accounts or not?

The difference is huge.

If they torture us to death without giving us any hope, who will sacrifice their lives for them?

Maybe it will really kill the fish and break the net!

But now, the company has produced an account. Although it is an astronomical figure, there is still hope.

And you get a share of the money you cheated.

But there are none below 10,000.

For fifty thousand, it’s about three points, for one hundred thousand, it’s eight points, for half a million, it’s twelve points, and for one million, it’s eighteen points.

No matter how much you owe, the rebate will not be credited to your account.

For example, you opened a big order today and earned 100,000 yuan.

Then, the money you owe the company will be 100,000 yuan less, and the 800 yuan rebate will be paid to you in cash.

There are supermarkets and restaurants in the park, where you can buy cigarettes, water and food.

Of course, if you have a good relationship with the loser, it is feasible to spend a few hundred to vent your anger.

As mentioned above, fraud in northern Myanmar has long been industrialized, and they are the masters among masters in understanding people's hearts!

It will make you despair, but also give you hope.

Anyway, they just let you risk your life to make money for them.

When they can no longer make money, they will be done with it. They don’t talk about their past achievements.

Back to business.

Half an hour later, I received the document sent to me by Boge.

There are five hundred numbers in it.

Following the first step of the Scam List, I added them first.

The added information cannot be empty, and you need to write something like 'Remember me? ''My sister asked me to add your ''Old Classmate'' ''I am ###'' and other interesting titles.

In the art of killing pigs, this is called bait.

I added hundreds of them at once, but only a dozen were finally agreed upon.

Then I stopped adding and started the second step of the strategy for these dozen...

At this time, my identity was that of a girl. Since I couldn't change my identity for a while, I ended up chatting to death after a few words.

To be honest, sometimes I am quite smart, but when it comes to chatting, I really don’t have that talent.

Even if you copy the encyclopedia of scams, it will make you talk to death.

Unlike that bastard Duan Lei, when chatting with others, his mouth is always smiling.

He types on the keyboard much more often than I do, so he probably keeps fish no less.

When the sun went to the west, my stomach growled.

At noon, everyone in the cubicle went out to eat, but we didn't go.

According to Gouzizi, low-level piglets like us only deserve to eat two meals a day.

Since I was hungry, I was not in the mood to chat.

But don't dare to be distracted. If a loser sees you acting bad, he will be whipped twice.

I finally stayed up late at night, but still didn't get off work.

I saw many people in the cubicle eating, and I smelled the smell of instant noodles, which made me hungry to death.

Duan Lei got a small piece of bread from nowhere and watched me show it off while eating it.

I regretted it a little. I should have grabbed a steamed bun in the morning.

At about ten o'clock, I finally heard the end of get off work bell!

Even after get off work, low-level piglets like us cannot act rashly. We cannot leave until the elites in the office and the high-level piglets in the cubicle leave.

Even though I ran fast enough, when I came to the canteen, all the steamed buns were still robbed.

I had no choice but to drink soup to quell my hunger.

I don't know if it was because of extreme hunger, but I felt that the soup at night tasted okay.

I drank five bowls in a row.

If the bitch hadn't wanted to beat me, I probably could have made two more bowls.

It turned out that it wasn't the soup that tasted delicious, it was purely the misdirection of taste caused by hunger.

Because I had diarrhea at night.

I didn't know how many times I got up in one night, and my whole body was exhausted.

My stomach finally subsided, but I felt weak all over again and my cheeks felt hot.

If the prediction is correct, I should have a fever.

I'm not afraid of having a fever because I have medicine.

Fortunately, I had a fever when I came here, so I bought some paracetamol.

When the bastard took away my mobile phone and ID, he also wanted to take away this bottle of medicine.

Out of desperation, I suddenly realized that I had indirect heart disease and this bottle of medicine was the antidote, so he gave it to me.

After such a series of events, I instinctively felt that this bottle of medicine would definitely come in handy, so I always carried it with me.

At that moment, I quietly took out one, stuffed it into my mouth, and swallowed it dry.

I have to say, this medicine is really effective in treating fever!

After a while I felt much better and fell asleep without even realizing it.