Chapter 128 Manager Zhao
To put it bluntly, Luo Jiayin was just an ordinary person. She never aspired to be a great hero who punished evil and promoted good.
However, she had personally witnessed countless Chinese people like herself being deceived or trafficked to northern Myanmar and experiencing inhumane treatment.
When she first arrived, she watched helplessly as a girl she had known since childhood died tragically in front of her.
At that time, Luo Jiayin felt that these people in northern Myanmar were so ruthless that it was no exaggeration to say that they treated human life like dirt.
But Luo Jiayin never expected that Feng Jiayu's death was just the tip of the iceberg of the sinful and dark world in northern Myanmar.
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That day, after they dragged away the dying Feng Jiayu, someone herded all the people who had just been sent there into a room and locked them up.
Luo Jiayin didn't know Feng Jiayu's final fate. She only overheard the guards chatting when they returned. They said that the young girl who was dragged away that day had her internal organs ripped out.
Her body was buried in the yard, becoming the best nourishment for countless others who have been persecuted over the years, buried deep beneath the banana trees.
When Luo Jiayin heard those words in her room, she trembled uncontrollably, unsure whether it was from anger or fear.
Luo Jiayin couldn't understand it.
Those people who persecute the Chinese people here have the same skin color as her, the same eye color, the same black hair, and speak the same language as her.
They are all people of China, aren't they compatriots?
But they are utterly depraved, luring their compatriots all the way to this lawless land of northern Myanmar, treating the lives of their people as worthless as ants.
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When Luo Jiayin came out of that room, it was already midnight.
She and several other people were led to the door of another room. Standing outside the door, looking into the darkness inside, she suddenly felt a chill.
But she couldn't turn around, nor could she leave.
She had no idea what awaited her next.
The people who brought them there ushered them into the house, and soon a middle-aged man walked in.
Unlike the other men she had seen before who looked like outlaws, this middle-aged man was clean-cut, dressed in a respectable suit, and his hair was neatly combed.
He wore gold-rimmed glasses, his leather shoes were polished to a shine, and a smile played on his lips.
But the smile didn't reach his eyes, and it sent chills down one's spine.
If it weren't for the fact that the middle-aged man entered the room surrounded by a group of thug-like youths, and that one of the youths, acting like a lackey, brought a stool for the middle-aged man and even wiped the chair with his sleeve, Luo Jiayin would have found it hard to imagine that such a seemingly refined person could be a high-ranking member of this criminal organization.
After sitting down, the middle-aged man looked around and seemed quite satisfied with the room.
Then he glanced around at the "prisoners" in the room and spoke in a low voice.
"Do you know exactly where you are?"
Upon hearing his words, Luo Jiayin couldn't help but raise her head.
This man was about 1.85 meters tall, with a slender and upright figure, and the outline of his face still vaguely revealed his handsome appearance when he was young.
He had a shrewd and capable appearance, and didn't seem like the kind of person who would associate with the underworld or illegal organizations.
They don't seem like indigenous people of Myanmar at all; instead, they look more like merchants from China.
Noticing Luo Jiayin's gaze, the middle-aged man turned to look at Luo Jiayin.
"Such a young girl? How did she get here?"
"Manager Zhao, this girl was sent over through our domestic channels," a young man with dyed blond hair said, bowing and scraping as he approached the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man, referred to as Manager Zhao, nodded and continued to look at Luo Jiayin.
"Little girl, what's your name?"
Luo Jiayin pursed her lips and did not speak.
"Your name doesn't matter. Just answer my questions obediently, and I can guarantee you'll be fine."
Luo Jiayin remained silent.
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I am Manager Zhao from the Henry Group."
“I think you might not know much about northern Myanmar.” The middle-aged man leaned slightly closer to Luo Jiayin and said in a deep voice, “Our Henry Group can practically control everything in northern Myanmar.”
Upon hearing Manager Zhao's words, Luo Jiayin's pupils suddenly contracted.
Henry Group!
Even Luo Jiayin had heard of the Henry Group.
The largest fraud syndicate in northern Myanmar is also a ruthless criminal organization known as "hell on earth"!
And yet she actually fell into the hands of such a group of wicked and vicious big shots.
Luo Jiayin looked into the middle-aged man's eyes, her gaze filled with surprise and wariness.
"Don't look at me like that, or I might be tempted to gouge your eyes out." The middle-aged man reached out and patted Luo Jiayin's head.
"You should be glad that you're the best one we sent this time. Otherwise, you'd be a corpse by now."
Luo Jiayin's heart raced. As a girl who was only a teenager, she was not without fear.
But she forced herself to overcome her fear and looked up to ask, "What do you want me to do?"
"It's very simple," Manager Zhao raised an eyebrow slightly, "Just help us make money."
How do you make money?
“It’s very simple.” Manager Zhao narrowed his eyes, his smile wicked and dangerous.
However, he did not reply to Luo Jiayin's words, but instead turned his gaze to the other people in the room who had been brought over at the same time as Luo Jiayin.
Manager Zhao carefully examined them for a while, then randomly pointed to a few girls in the crowd who had fairly good-looking faces.
“These few, send them to work at the casino.”
Then, he pointed to the two young girls standing at the far end, "These two are pretty. Let Ah Hong train them and send them to sell their bodies."
"The rest will stay at the company to work on business and see how they perform. If they don't have enough orders, they can sell the parts later."
As soon as Manager Zhao finished speaking, everyone in the room burst into tears and wailing, and the girls who were called out were completely devastated.
And then there were the two girls who Manager Zhao had just called out, saying that Ah Hong would "train" them and then drag them away to "sell their bodies." They seemed to be old friends who had been brought here together for some reason, and now they were huddled together, trembling.
Manager Zhao frowned slightly, glancing to the side and giving his subordinate an impatient look.
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