Police officer Chen Shu

a few days later.

The dormitory building of the online investment company park.

As soon as dawn broke, when the dormitory door was opened, Xiao Zhao, pale-faced, clutched his stomach and rushed straight to the toilet.

I spent the whole night lying on a cold, bare bed, and at three in the morning I was forcibly dragged out of bed by the guards who had slept well during the day, and forced to study for two hours straight.

This suffering is too unbearable.

Xiao Zhao guessed that he was cold, tired, and had caught a chill. His stomach had been rumbling all night, but the door was locked from the outside, so the person inside couldn't get out.

There was no other way but to endure it until dawn.

The guard who came to relieve him during the day didn't stop him, but silently followed him to the toilet in the corner of the corridor, stood outside the door and said in a sinister tone, "Young man, you can't take it after just a few days? We haven't even given you the hardest part yet."

Staring at the broken wooden door in front of the pit, Xiao Zhao was too exhausted to answer; all he could think about was how to get through this.

"Hey, I say. Is the economy outside really that bad? Why would you water smugglers think of coming here? Let me tell you, times are tough, people aren't so innocent anymore, and it's really hard to fool them these days!"

The guard leaned against the toilet door, not following him inside to check. He picked his nose and complained about how hard it was to fool people in this world, but his attitude was not as harsh as when he treated the other piglets.

There was no other reason than a man named Brother Xia who brought Xiao Zhao to their company. He was a frequent traveler between China and Myanmar, practically a walking human map of the border, and his methods were extremely unconventional.

It's said that he's also incredibly skilled in martial arts; even the boss's several bodyguards combined couldn't defeat him. He's a truly ruthless individual.

So, after only a few days on the job, he gained the boss's favor, and his subordinates benefited from this, without having to undergo the usual "training" process that other new employees did.

The scams have been operating in northern Myanmar for quite some time and have developed into a large-scale industry chain, so the "training" here is naturally quite professional.

First, there's the disruption to their daily lives. This includes confiscating their communication devices and documents, cutting off contact with the outside world; providing only a tiny amount of food and water for the first three days, leaving them hungry; and also reducing their sleep time, preventing them from getting enough rest.

Next came the use of violence as a form of intimidation. New recruits were made to watch as older employees who failed to meet company KPIs were punished in a brutal manner, with the methods being as cruel as possible, including electric shocks, whipping, and nail pulling. If necessary, new recruits would also be required to physically assault other new recruits.

Then comes the tightening of the economic noose. By forging high-priced airfare and accommodation invoices for new employees' travel expenses, as well as fabricating air and electricity bills, office equipment wear and tear, and contract breach penalties, new employees are made to owe large sums of money as soon as they join the company.

Finally, there is the instrumental and institutionalized quasi-military management.

At this point, newcomers will spontaneously observe their peers with suspicious eyes, thus signifying the end of the training. Simply put, it's about domestication.

With standards and manuals in place, "qualified products" are produced in large quantities.

"The numbness of Stockholm."

Staring at the dilapidated wooden door in front of the squat toilet, swaying back and forth, and recalling the unfocused pupils of his roommates, their indifferent expressions as they suffered torture, and the mechanical repetition of their words, Xiao Zhao felt speechless.

Although Xiao Zhao entered the park with lofty ideals and clear goals, and had a more solid mental defense, he felt that he should not resist blindly. Just like Brother Xia said, he should deceive a few people first and then get through it.

After all, Sister Yang is doing something truly extraordinary.

Compared to directly eradicating the telecom fraud industry chain in northern Myanmar, these victims who fell before dawn can be considered as contributing their own share.

Through a thin wooden door, the guard continued his casual conversation: "Young man, why don't you go to Building 4 with your older brother? That's the senior business department, where they handle big deals worth hundreds of thousands or even millions."

"Brother Xia told me to start from the bottom and climb up based on my own abilities, otherwise I wouldn't learn anything real. If I don't build a solid foundation, I'll fall down sooner or later, and it'll hurt!"

Xiao Zhao made it up on the spot; the truth was that Li Xia felt that the three of them was wasting their time together.

With time so tight, the best way is for the three of us to split up and act separately.

Xiao Zhao was in charge of helping find his brother in the business department, where there were the most people and the most diverse group, so the probability of finding him was relatively the highest.

Li Xia was responsible for dealing with the park's management and gathering high-level information to ensure the personal safety of Xiao Zhao and Zhang Yang in a high-profile manner.

Zhang Yang, on the other hand, went to the live streaming department to use his expertise to film evidence.

"Keep bragging, your boss doesn't want you anymore. By the way, hurry up, or we'll get yelled at again." The guard spat and urged them on.

He estimated the time and thought it was about right, so he pinched his nose and cursed as he walked into the toilet. He pushed and kicked Xiao Zhao out of the toilet and then went with the other people in the dormitory to the office area of ​​the main building across the street.

It's an open-plan office, roughly the size of four classrooms, spacious and bright. If it weren't for the steel bars welded to the windows, it would be similar to an office building in a CBD in China.

On the wall directly in front, there are three rows of ten-meter-long banners with red backgrounds and yellow characters, which read from top to bottom as follows:

Data is dignity; closing deals is how you breathe.

Earning a million a month is not a dream; your keyboard is a money-printing machine.

Three things you shouldn't ask: Don't ask the company, don't ask the clients, and don't ask your colleagues.

The ceiling isn't covered by lights, but by a dense array of surveillance cameras. Two cameras form a basic unit, positioned crosswise around a workstation, providing a 360-degree view with no blind spots.

Below, over fifty long tables, pieced together, were neatly arranged on the anti-static floor. Each workstation was equipped with a computer, a landline, and a calculator—simple, clean, and uncluttered. When Xiao Zhao's team entered, the office was already packed with people, standing densely packed together, all with vacant stares.

Even in remote, desolate places with zero space costs, the exploiting class still saves money wherever possible.

boom!
A bald, burly man standing at the door slapped Xiao Zhao on the back of the head: "What are you dawdling for? You're already slacking off and late just starting work! Don't think you can disregard the rules just because Li Xia is protecting you! Get the hell inside!"

clap clap!

Two more slaps.

Xiao Zhao was a bit dazed after being hit. It was so unpleasant to suffer like this so early in the morning on his way to work.

Once the bald, burly man and his team had all arrived, he stood on the high platform at the front of the office and coughed a few times, pretending to cough.

cough cough.

In the huge office, with so many people, the bald man's cough was the loudest, and they could only stand quietly and listen.

The bald man looked down at the group of piglets below, their eyes flashing with a mixture of numbness and fear, enjoying the pleasure and satisfaction that power brought him.

"Listen up, all of you!"

"Here!" The bald man pointed sharply at the ground twice, his voice full of power. "This isn't a welfare home! Nor is it an orphanage! The company provides benefits and compensation, not for you to come here and freeload! If you can't meet your targets, you're trash, and trash should be eliminated!"

After saying that, the bald man leaned forward, placed his hands on the table, and asked loudly, "I'm asking you, do you want to be trash, or do you want to be superior people?"

Tick.

Two seconds later, the people below began to clap rhythmically, clap, clap, clap, clap, pause, clap, clap, clap, clap, and finally shout in unison: "We want to make money! We want to be superior to others!"

The voices were very uniform, and the answers were rhyming and symmetrical, clearly indicating that they had practiced a lot.

"very good."

The bald man raised his hands high, paused for a moment, and then slashed them down, shouting out the starting gesture for the chorus in a Hunan accent.

"Get up!"

The company's customary morning song thus began.

"Every phone call is a ticket to heaven, where wealth and honor await you from the clouds!"

"Every WeChat message is a stepping stone to heaven, with money waiting for you up there!"

"Fingertips explore the wilderness on the keyboard~ The voice packs are like honey, poisoned~"

"Oh dear Mrs. Ma, your medical insurance card is currently stranded in a foreign country."

"Oh dear Mr. Zhang, your pension is going crazy in a foreign land!"

"Oh, poor Miss Wang, your arrest warrant is being uploaded to the police station."

"Jail! Jail! Jail!"

You're going to jail!

"What to do? What to do? What to do?"

"Boom!"

"The target is waiting for our redemption, when trust mists over their eyes."

The singing stopped abruptly, and everyone turned to look at the bald man.

The bald man stopped what he was doing, and a few seconds later, he suddenly and forcefully waved his hand upwards, and the chorus immediately began to play.

"We are his saviors!"

"Savior"

The bald man tilted his head back slightly, and his previously outstretched arms suddenly folded together in front of his chest, his wrists leading his hands to gently close like duck wings.

Very standard conducting gestures for a large chorus.

The singing stopped abruptly.

All done! (End of Chapter)