Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 864 Work (Part 7)

The three of them found a small cubicle in the tea room and sat down.

"The dealers and operators at the online casino across the street are highly educated, and our scene-based entertainment venue also relies on technical skills, mainly because we can all swindle money. So the company treats us fairly politely and doesn't manage us too strictly. Moreover, they put the human resources department and finance department on the seventh floor, and most of the staff are women, so they all work together in one place."

The HR department sounds ordinary, just like the HR departments of domestic companies. In fact, the HR department of the online investment company is specifically responsible for luring young people in China to work in the park by promising high salaries online.

Using "black market intermediary" to describe them is being too polite.

The finance department calculates not only money, but also life.

It is the blood and sweat of those poor people in China who were swindled out of their fortunes and whose families were torn apart, as well as the achievements created by those pigs downstairs, and the specific value of every part of their bodies.

Here, nothing is beyond the reach of monetary value.

These two departments, which seem perfectly respectable, are doing the most filthy things.

Zhang Yang took a sip of his coffee, put it down, and looked at the bustling offices outside the glass window. He continued, "Heh, this office building looks bright and clean; everyone seems to be genuinely working hard to make money."

When Xiao Zhao entered the park, he did the lowest-level work, pushing dogs around. His experience was very limited, and he couldn't express his own opinions at that time.

Li Xia had been operating in the gray area since he was a child, and later actually made a living by doing these things, so in his eyes, the telecom fraud industry was no different from smuggling.

It's at most a difference of fifty steps versus one hundred steps.

Li Xia glanced around and asked in a low voice, "Zhang Yang, how's the evidence recording going? How many more days will it take?"

Zhang Yang shook the instant coffee in his hand and chuckled, "Brother Xia, to be honest, if I posted the office environment and work content on the seventh floor online, even more people would come."

If you want to work out, there's a gleaming gym ready to serve you; if you're thirsty, the tea room offers a variety of coffees, as well as imported drinks and alcoholic beverages; if you're hungry, the convenience store has all the snacks available in China, and if you can't find them, they can even order them online for you!
If employees get tired, there are even rest rooms where they can take a short break.

In terms of work, each person has their own workstation, from 9 am to 9 pm. There is no overtime pay, but you get a commission for each performance you make.

Domestic factories hold back a month's wages, but here we pay them directly on the spot.

Yes, it's not monthly, weekly, or daily settlement; it's cash settlement.

Once a sale is made, the commission will be deposited into your account immediately, without a second's delay.

"Xiao Zhao, you've worked for two days now. Tell me, how's the job?" As if back at Dongzhou TV station, Zhang Yang asked Xiao Zhao for his opinion during a break in the program.

Xiao Zhao took the instant noodle cup out of the bag and placed it on the table, then answered formally, "Sister Yang, to be honest, after coming here, I found that working here is no different from working in China. It's just about earning a salary and commission."

Zhang Yang nodded: "Externally, they are indeed similar, and the conditions are even more favorable than in China, but in essence, they are very different. Our normal work should be to create value, while the work here is to deprive others of their value through fraud and exploitation."

During his conversation with Zhang Yang, Xiao Zhao inadvertently found a rare emotional release and felt much more relaxed. At this moment, he also resumed his usual habit of making witty remarks.

"Haha, Sister Yang, aren't those capitalists in finance the same? Those who wear the cloak of legality like real estate, online lending, and stocks, apart from not being as bloody and direct as here, what's the essential difference between them and telecom fraud? The victims still jump off buildings or go bankrupt, so why don't we see these capitalists being taken down?"

Zhang Yang tilted his head slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "Xiao Zhao, from your perspective, it seems to make some sense."

"Right?" Little Zhao, nose pointed and tail wagging like a little fox, said smugly, "Even though the work here is inhuman, at least you can still get paid. Unlike those capitalists, who devour people without spitting out the bones."

“Hey, you can’t take the money back with you.” Li Xia, a mid-level manager in the company, saw through the business model after only a few days here. “People might not be able to go back either.”

The commission is indeed deposited into the piglets' accounts, but what about the food, drink, and sanitation here? None of it is free. Not only is it not free, but the expenses are many times higher than in China.

Furthermore, the company's senior management even instructed the lower-level managers to encourage the "piglets" to spend money in the park, and for some of the "piglets" with strong business skills, they would deliberately lend them money for food, drink and entertainment.

KTVs and casinos are all located within the park; they're all money pits. Next to the entertainment area are water rooms, gambling rooms, and death rooms.

Heaven and hell are sometimes so close, separated by only a wall.

Do a good job, and heaven awaits you; do a bad job, oh, go take a stroll next door?

Zhang Yang tilted his head and looked out the window toward the entertainment area: "Li Xia, I heard the material there is pretty good. Can you take me there sometime?"

Li Xia looked troubled.

He had been there in the past few days, not as a consumer, but he had seen all sorts of things there while in a sober state.

Calling it "shameful" is too lenient.

The separate rooms behind them are a complete manifestation of human depravity.

Zhang Yang drew a small circle on the coffee table with his long, slender fingers and said softly, "Heh, a tea room, a gym, a convenience store, oh, and all those high-class gambling tables and beautiful, sexy dealers. What kind of effect do you think these things would have if filmed and sent back to China?"

"It will have the opposite effect."

"Brother Xia, even if you record all the materials about these scams from my place or Xiao Zhao's place in a true, 360-degree way and put them online, it won't even cause the slightest ripple."

"People invest some money in public relations companies, and these materials will be surrounded by a bunch of hot topics such as celebrity scandals, cheating and divorces, government officials' corruption and dereliction of duty, and explosive upsets in sports events. In the end, they will disappear in an instant without leaving a trace."

“I’m in this business, and I know all the dirty tricks of it better than you do.”

Zhang Yang, a local internet celebrity in Dongzhou, has her experience and confidence. She paused for a moment and slowly said, "If we want to attract people's attention and sympathy online, we must find another way."

"We need to instantly grab the attention of netizens in a very short time, and then create an explosive online wave before PR companies and the government can react. To meet these conditions, we can only film two things, and the public is only interested in these two things."

Xiao Zhao, sitting to the side, swallowed hard. Having worked in the media for so many years, he knew exactly what it was.

The first thing is violence.

Just like the day he arrived, he happened to encounter several piglets who had escaped and were caught and brought back.

One of the guys, who had been beaten to near death by the park's soldiers, was dragged to the rooftop and thrown off, dying instantly. He was the luckiest guy.

Another one, unable to generate any profit, was sold at the bottom price to the neighboring park. It's said that he'll be taken there to film those sadistic and erotic videos, which will then be sold online for money.

There were also a few who were locked up in a gambling den, tortured for a few days to drain their family's money, and then resold or given away to the neighbors—another dead end.

Finally, there was one more body, shot dead by soldiers while fleeing.

The corpse wasn't spared either; in front of all the company's pigs, it was dismembered into eight pieces and thrown into the pigpen behind the canteen.

Go, go, go.

Xiao Zhao seemed to hear the sounds of those big pigs eating meat again, and his whole body trembled. Clearly, he had achieved the company's senior management's expectation of making an example of someone.

Just as the bald giant warned afterward, they were all company property, and even if they died, their very remains would be recycled by the company.

This is called making the best use of resources.

That's fucking violent.

But that's just how humans are; they are born with a fear of violence, yet they also genuinely admire it.