Eight years have passed, he's still going strong, but his girlfriend is having a mental breakdo

Since I started my business, life has gotten tougher every day. But I believe that if I just hang in there, I can turn things around in a few months.

My fellow women are also encouraging me; some of the older brothers and sisters above me are so successful. Sister Li bought a Mercedes in three months; Brother Liang bought a large apartment in a year, all thanks to this project.

Although I'm broke, that room full of strong-flavored baijiu (Chinese liquor) is my ticket to "financial freedom." Becoming a regional manager, driving luxury cars, buying a house in a good school district, making my divorced husband regret his decision and cry... all of this will be in the near future. My future is bright.

But what happened next was a real blow. Cases of liquor piled up, but they just wouldn't sell.

I don't have a dedicated storage room, so the boxes are just piled up in my rented room. Because I'm short on money, the conditions in my room are poor, and over time, the boxes got damp and the packaging was damaged, turning into unusable inventory.

[My baijiu (Chinese liquor) isn't selling, but the debts are real money. Online loans, credit cards, relatives and friends—the constant calls from debt collectors are driving me crazy.]

My financial situation is getting increasingly strained; I'm overdue on my rent and can't afford to renew it. Thankfully, Sister Li is willing to let me move in with her.

Sister Li is a role model of success here, and she's my idol. When I first entered this industry, it was Sister Li's story of buying a Mercedes-Benz in three months that inspired me.

I'm so excited. I feel like this is my chance to turn my luck around. With Sister Li by my side, I'm sure I can do a great job in business.

I rented a basement room, stored my liquor, and moved it to Sister Li's house. But after moving there, my illusions started to crumble.

[The much-hyped Sister Li is actually sharing an apartment with several colleagues. Several of the faces in this apartment are familiar to me; they are the leaders who, during training sessions and large meetings, claimed to earn millions a year.]

During training sessions and sharing sessions, they repeatedly boasted about driving luxury cars, living in large apartments, and residing in villas.

Their social media feeds are full of photos of them picking up new cars and moving into luxury villas.

Surprisingly, they actually take the subway and buses every day, and are even reluctant to use ride-hailing services.

They say "money is just an external thing," yet they can't even bear to buy a decent new coat; the cuffs are pilling and the collar is faded. They eat boiled cabbage and rice every day in their shared apartment, occasionally going out for a meal at a Shaxian snack shop, always habitually waiting for someone else to pay.

That's when I realized that these leaders' most stable income actually came from the agency fees, training fees, and various dubious "activity fees" they squeezed from wave after wave of downlines.

As for the product, Maotai-flavor liquor, the reason I can't sell it isn't because I lack the ability or can't open up sales channels, but because everyone else is struggling to sell theirs.

This so-called "sauce-flavored" baijiu, although the company is registered in Maotai Town, is not a high-end bulk baijiu made with the old Maotai Town recipe at all. What kind of baijiu it is... I dare not even think about it.

I guessed the truth, but I couldn't believe it, or more accurately, I couldn't accept it. I'm already mired in debt, how can I possibly extricate myself?

Perhaps that's why they allowed me to live with these "leaders" and let me know their true situation.

[The liquor isn't selling, but the platform's sales targets keep increasing month by month. Those who don't meet the targets are ridiculed as "lying down" and "unworthy of success."]

[I started taking risks to boost sales, giving gifts to potential clients, eating and drinking with them, and even in my most desperate moment, I spent an entire night with a client to get them to pay a 20,000 yuan agency fee.]

Not long after, I had another credit card payment due, and I couldn't even get enough money to pay for a hotel room. Finally, the customer said, "Get in the car," the door locked, and the space became cramped and stuffy... I knew exactly what I was trading for a single sale.

My dream has been shattered. Three years of entrepreneurial endeavor have left me drowning in debt, forcing me to resort to prostitution to barely scrape by.

I hate it! I hate that I was blind back then and didn't see through this scam.

I hate my ex-husband even more. If he hadn't been so useless, forcing me, a woman, to leave home and start my own business, I wouldn't have fallen into this scam.

Furthermore, if he had been less sarcastic and had offered me more insightful guidance when I first fell into the scam, I wouldn't be in this situation today.

I've now seen through this so-called "sauce-flavored liquor" project. The company organizes trips for us to Maotai Town to inspect the factory, equipment, and display photos of them with celebrities and honors on the walls, claiming they are a century-old brand recognized and heavily supported by Maotai Town.

But all of this is a facade. This company is only for tours. Their liquor is cheap, blended wine that wouldn't even sell for a few yuan per kilogram, yet it's packaged as a high-end liquor costing hundreds of yuan per bottle.

Their project doesn't make money from the products at all; it's all about layers of agents. The ones who really bear the risk are low-level agents like me.

I suddenly realized what had happened. But I had already been swindled out of all my money and was heavily in debt. It was too late.

[I reported it to the police, but all the contracts for stockpiling goods, lending, and recruiting people stated "voluntary joining and independent operation." When the regulatory authorities investigated, they found that the goods were real, I transferred the money myself, and I signed the contracts myself; it was difficult to directly classify it as fraud.]

Looking back now, I realize I was dragged down a path of no return by my friends, starting with discussions about relationships, then getting involved in projects, various closed-door training sessions, listening to success stories and motivational tales…

[It's pitiful that all my savings from ten years of hard work in Dongguan were lost, leaving me heavily in debt, and my marriage also fell apart.]

I'm 35 this year. How can I turn my life around? Who will save me? I just want my money back! That was the money I earned during my most youthful years, working myself to the bone every day! I'm not reconciled!

[If anyone can help me get my money back, I'm willing to offer 100,000 yuan as a reward. If it's a man who's interested in me, I'm willing to work hard for him, even if it means working myself to the bone every day.]

[Task Requirements: Feng Xiaojing has fallen victim to a pyramid scheme and is seeking to recover her lost investment.]

[Reward: 100,000 yuan, and the company of Feng Xiaojing.]

"This is such an old pyramid scheme combined with WeChat marketing model, and people still believe in it?"

Zhao Hongan clicked his tongue in amazement.

It can only be said that there is never a shortage of stupid people in this world.

"While the scam gangs in northern Myanmar are despicable, one of their classic sayings is quite true: society will eventually take away the portion of your wealth that doesn't match your intelligence."