He plays Feng Yuxiu, and his girlfriend is a fairy-like beauty.

the other side.

The day Wang Chuanjun arrived at the park, the sky was overcast.

The car bumped along the dirt road for a long time before we finally saw the wall.

The wall was very high, with barbed wire strung on top, and several heavily armed men walked back and forth.

The gate was made of iron, heavy and made a piercing sound when it opened and closed.

Wang Chuanjun followed the work group inside.

His current role is that of an accompanying member of the inspection team.

They told the public that they were there to discuss cooperation.

In fact, there were police officers in this task force.

They infiltrated this place to find out what's going on.

Wang Chuanjun, an actor, was able to get in thanks to that approval from above.

People from outside will never even get a glimpse of this kind of place in their entire lives.

It is hidden in a mountain valley outside the border and is not marked on any map.

Yet, this very place harbors thousands upon thousands of telecom fraud gangs.

Every year, hundreds or thousands of people are lured here by promises of high salaries, online romances, or various other pretexts.

Once you arrive, you become meat on the chopping board.

Wang Chuanjun stood at the door and looked up at the wall.

On the top of the wall, several black dots moved back and forth.

That's the person with the gun.

He did the math in his head and figured the wall was at least four meters high.

There are still broken pieces of glass buried at the base of the wall.

It's obvious they're not letting anyone find out.

Once he stepped inside, he realized what another world meant.

Inside the park, there are rows of low-rise corrugated iron houses.

The windows were all nailed shut, leaving only a few ventilation holes.

The air was filled with a musty smell, a sweaty smell, and an indescribable sour stench.

Before it even got dark, searchlights were already on, sweeping around.

Several shirtless men carrying shovels passed by.

Their eyes were empty, and their faces were expressionless.

When walking, he always kept his head down, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Wang Chuanjun's throat tightened as he watched.

These men were once someone's son, husband, or father.

Now, they are just a series of numbers, a "piglet".

He had seen the word "piglet" countless times in the files.

But seeing those living "piglet" walk right past you is a completely different experience.

To outsiders, this place looks like a factory.

It's actually a cage.

People inside are easy to get in, but hard to get out.

The next morning, Wang Chuanjun witnessed the so-called morning meeting.

On the playground, hundreds of people stood in a square formation.

There were both men and women, and they were all quite young.

A man in a floral shirt stood on the stage, holding a megaphone.

That's the manager here.

Wang Chuanjun glanced at the man a few more times.

This manager is just like Manager Lu.

He had a fat head and big ears, a string of gold chains around his neck, and his eyes narrowed into slits when he smiled.

But beneath that smile lay a knife.

"Get your act together!" the manager yelled.

The people in the audience all straightened their backs.

That neatness was achieved by whipping.

"Yesterday, Group Three performed well. Group Leader Li, come up and receive your award."

A thin man ran onto the stage and took a wad of money.

He held up the money and shouted to the audience below the stage.

"Work for the manager, and you'll make big money!"

A few people in the audience joined in the shouting.

Wang Chuanjun stood at the back of the crowd, watching this scene unfold.

He noticed that those who were chanting slogans kept their eyes fixed on the ground.

They shouted slogans, but no one dared to look at the stage.

The person who shouts the loudest is often the one who wants to run the most.

There's only one rule in this garden.

If you listen to me, you'll get meat to eat.

Disobedience will result in a beating.

Those who perform at the bottom don't get any "meat" (benefits).

Wang Chuanjun later learned that the so-called "meat" sometimes really does mean exactly what it says.

After the morning meeting, the dozen or so new "piglet" were taken into a room by themselves.

Wang Chuanjun stood at the door with the work group.

Inside the room, the manager had changed his demeanor.

Right now, he doesn't look like a thug; he looks more like a motivational speaker.

"I know that some of you came here without really knowing what was going on," the manager said.

"But I want to tell you, this is your chance to turn things around."

"In the outside world, you work yourself to the bone for a few thousand dollars a month."

"Here, you can earn tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands a month."

"As long as you are obedient and hardworking, money will come to you."

Someone in the audience asked in a low voice.

"When can we go home?"

The manager smiled.

"If you meet your performance targets, you can go home anytime."

"I am a person who values ​​my word the most."

Wang Chuanjun felt a chill run down his spine as he listened.

This isn't brainwashing; it's clearly driving people to their deaths.

The phrase "come home anytime" is like a carrot hanging in front of a donkey.

You can see it, but you can never reach it.

But the worst is yet to come.

Once these people get the hang of it and swindle the first sum of money, they become accomplices.

Once your hands are dirty, there's no going back.

They have no choice but to go down this path to the bitter end.

This is the most ruthless aspect of this park.

It not only traps you, but also gets your hands dirty.

You'll be so afraid to call the police that you won't even dare to do it yourself.

Wang Chuanjun memorized every word the manager said.

Manager Lu is trying to capture this essence in the play.

Give them a taste of sweetness first, then stab them in the back.

It makes people know it's a trap, but they still have no choice but to jump in.

Wang Chuanjun also witnessed the "handling" once.

A young man tried to escape by climbing over the wall at night.

They were caught by the patrol officers and brought back.

The next day, he was hung from a frame by the playground.

The sun was shining, and the whip was lashing.

One scream after another.

No one around dared to look up.

The manager stood to the side, cracking sunflower seeds.

"Watch closely," the manager said. "This is what happens when you disobey."

Wang Chuanjun watched that scene for a long time.

It lasted so long that he almost threw up his breakfast.

But he held back.

He stood in the crowd, his fingernails digging into his palms.

He forced himself to keep watching.

He needs to remember this scene.

Remember the sound of the whip falling, remember the process of that person going from screaming to silence.

The character of Manager Lu needs to be developed from here.

That night, Wang Chuanjun lay on his simple bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

On the ceiling, a flying insect circled around the light.

He recalled the events of the day, each scene flashing through his mind.

He had reviewed documents and case files and thought he already knew a lot about telecom fraud.

But once I got there, I realized that what was written on paper was less than one percent of the truth.

The words on the file were cold.

The blood here is warm.

The people here were all tricked into coming here; they were uprooted from normal life.

No one is born wanting to do evil.

They were all forced into it.

But if you push them too far, some people will really become accomplices.

Manager Lu probably got to where he is by taking it step by step.

He was probably just someone who wanted to survive at first.

But if you stay in this cage for too long, you become a devil.

Wang Chuanjun recalled the days when he helped Lü Shouyi lose more than ten kilograms.

At that time, he played a patient waiting to die.

Now, he's going to play a demon who pushes people into hell.

One is struggling to come back to life from the brink of death.

One is to trample on life to the point of death.

Thinking of this, Wang Chuanjun sat up.

He took out his notebook and, using the light from his phone, wrote down a line.

"Manager Lu is someone who grew out of this cage little by little."

Wang Chuanjun stopped writing at this point.

Outside the window, the beam of a searchlight swept across and flickered against the wall.

In the distance, the faint sound of dogs barking could be heard.

He lay back down and stared at the ceiling.

That night, I was destined to be sleepless.

At the same time, I felt Ye Mo's greatness for the first time.

If this work were to be broadcast, it would raise awareness of fraud prevention among countless people.

So, what he needs now is to study!

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