It is estimated that no man here in Dinosaur looked at her, so he kept chatting with me all morning and told me many strange things about the park.
Because her performance was relatively good, the team leader wanted to teach me how to lie, so he turned a blind eye and ignored us.
Those who didn't pay bills all morning were in dire straits. They could be beaten until they cried for their parents and their heads were bleeding, or they could be dragged into the dark room with all kinds of torture instruments.
Those who couldn't hold on and died were carried out and buried in the mountains. There is no humanity at all.
"Little Bottle, I will give you a big fish I have raised in the past few days. You are so handsome and you are from my hometown. I don't want to see you suffer."
The nickname Dinosaur gave me sounded pretty good, and I didn't want to think about it, so I acquiesced.
Although she looks very apologetic, her voice is very sweet. Maybe the men who were deceived are voice controlled!
"Sister Dinosaur, thank you. I don't want to be a dog push here to deceive people and commit crimes. I want to go home."
I am an outstanding young person of the May 4th movement with good roots and a bright future, and I will never let myself down and go to a dead end.
I have to find a way to call the police and ask my family to rescue me.
"Little Bottle, don't blame me for laughing at you, give up this idea as soon as possible! Make sure you survive first!"
Dinosaur lowered his voice, glanced at the team leader who was training people, and continued: "There are no good people here. You have to be smart and don't get hurt."
I couldn't listen to what she said at all. I spent the whole morning wandering in my mind, trying to find an opportunity to send a message to the police.
The boss may have guessed what I was thinking, and would wander behind me from time to time. As a result, I had no chance to call the police, so I could only pretend to read a book on scams.
There are many types of electronic fraud, such as: ticket fraud, medical insurance fraud, financial transaction fraud, virtual car accident fraud, QQ fraud, pig killing plate, online gambling, etc.
Various and strange.
And the dog promotion department where I work basically uses QQ fraud and phishing methods.
The supervisor provides information about many people in the country every week, down to the precise ID number, home address, personal unit and family members.
Then each person is divided into 100 lists and adds QQ chat in turn.
Once someone takes the bait, these foot-picking men will use technologically synthesized videos of beautiful women, sweet voices and other means to confuse the other party, thereby achieving the purpose of defrauding money.
Some piggies will also take each other to play online gambling or buy stocks.
First give him a small profit, and then let the other party sink deeper and deeper, so that he borrows money to play this, and finally chooses to commit suicide because he cannot bear the pressure.
Even if the victim commits suicide at home, people in northern Myanmar can get away with it.
Because our country's police cannot make cross-border arrests, and local warlords also provide paid protection to the park, the big bosses all made their fortunes by eating human flesh and drinking human blood.
There is also a special conversation teacher here to teach the piggies. Every routine is seamless, and there are 365 conversational chat plans. No matter which one, the other party will believe it.
Here I sincerely remind you, never believe in pie-in-the-sky pie, don’t believe in the overtures of strangers online, and don’t play online gambling games. When you know that the other person is an ugly, foot-picking guy, you will really get angry. To the point of stabbing himself twice to vent his hatred.
Because the teacher who taught the piggies was stabbed to death a few days before I came, I skipped the class process for a week.
I heard that it was a young man from the Northeast who was ruthless and didn't say much.
He had always pretended to be docile, but during class that day he suddenly went crazy and killed people with a ballpoint pen.
Unfortunately, he was eventually tortured to death by the bastards who "lighted sky lanterns".
Regarding lighting sky lanterns, I will explain in detail later.
In this way, I spent the morning working in a daze.
When I got off work at noon, I followed them to the canteen downstairs to eat.
Sister Dinosaur went to the canteen to eat because her performance was good.
I stood in the playground with a group of middle-aged men and queued up for food.
I originally thought it would be like the domestic factories, with one dish and one soup of white rice.
Unexpectedly, the piglets were also divided into three, six, and nine grades. What greeted me was a hard steamed bun as big as a fist, and cabbage soup that was light in water and rancid and smelly!
"Hurry up and pick it up for me to eat, or I'll chop you up and feed it to the dogs!"
Just as I was holding the broken bowl in a daze, a scolding scolding sound came from not far away.
Before he finished speaking, there was another "crackling" sound of the whip being whipped.
A man who did not want to eat sour food and threw his steamed buns on the ground was pinned to the ground by four or five thugs and beaten violently.
"I eat, I eat! Please stop fighting!"
The middle-aged man was beaten until he was crying. He grabbed the soiled buns on the ground and stuffed them into his mouth.
Being punished and eating painfully at the same time, the scene would be as miserable as it is.
"You bitch, I have to beat you before you obey me!"
The thugs stopped beating him when they were tired. Then they spat a mouthful of phlegm into his bowl and watched him drink it before leaving proudly.
"..." My stomach was filled with overwhelming feeling. Even if I starved to death, I didn't want to eat these things that even dogs wouldn't eat.
"Yazi, eat quickly or you will be beaten to death." The uncle beside him said softly.
"I can not eat!"
Looking at the rotten vegetable leaves floating in the broken bowl, I really lost my appetite.
"Don't be stubborn, it's better to have something to eat than nothing!"
The uncle shook his head, took a hard bite of the hard steamed bun, and then took another sip of the rancid cabbage soup.
When the dog-legged guy wasn't paying attention, I squatted on the ground and poured the bowl of cabbage soup, and then took a bite of the steamed bun, almost breaking my tooth.
Is this food for human consumption?
My dogs all eat 10,000 times better than this!
No wonder they take a bite of steamed buns and drink a mouthful of sour soup, otherwise they will really be swallowed to death!
I put the steamed buns in my pocket and prepared to throw them into the trash can. But I must not be seen by the thugs, otherwise I will be beaten half to death.
After relaxing in the sun-drenched playground for half an hour, we were driven to the second floor to continue typing on the keyboard.
As soon as I sat down, Sister Dinosaur secretly gave me two boiled eggs and said, "Small bottle, eat it quickly before the big one comes."
I held the egg with residual warmth in my hand and was so moved that I couldn't speak.
She has good performance, so she must be eating well, otherwise there would be no eggs to bring out.
"Don't be in a daze and eat quickly."
"..."
I looked at her gratefully and swallowed two shelled eggs in one gulp, almost to death.
After eating these two small eggs, I felt better in my stomach.
"You have to perform well so that you can eat better food, otherwise you won't have the strength to escape."
Sister Dinosaur leaned close to my ear and whispered softly.
Escape?
Is there really a chance to escape?
While eating and relaxing just now, I carefully observed the surrounding environment.
Outside the 3-meter-high barbed wire fence, there are more than a dozen men in uniforms patrolling constantly with AKs in hand.
Let alone escaping, even climbing up a barbed wire fence would cost you half your life.
