Chapter 69 The wind is blowing, the Wen family has come to this point
Chapter 69 The wind is blowing, the Wen family has come to this point
Has the 20 arrived?
Wen Yu remained calm and spoke in a female voice, saying warmly, "Ms. Peng Chunyan, I will verify the transfer first. Once I receive the money, I will immediately upgrade your priority channel level."
"Okay, thank you."
Peng Chunyan expressed her gratitude.
The discussions in the live broadcast room never stopped.
"From 10 yuan to 20 yuan, the next time it will be 30 yuan. It's too cruel."
"Hello, ma'am. Due to your mistaken operation just now, you need to transfer another 20 yuan in security deposit to unfreeze your previous funds. Don't worry, as long as it is verified that you are not involved in the case, the security deposit will be returned to you in one lump sum."
"The real version was sold and they were still thanking each other."
"Premier Wen became a god with just one battle."
"Premier Wen, the bigwigs in Myanmar are about to kneel down to you."
……
After hanging up the phone, Wen Yu soon received a call from Lin Bei.
"Boss Wang, 20 yuan just came into my bank card. Was it from the company?"
Lin Bei's voice was filled with excitement.
When Mr. Wang asked him for his account number, he just said that the company would transfer the activity funds to his card number. He didn't expect that the amount would be 20.
This is a real boss!
Wen Yu said calmly: "This is the first batch of funds, and there will be more money coming in later."
After hanging up Lin Bei's call, Wen Yu deliberately waited for a while before calling Peng Chunyan.
Peng Chunyan had been holding her phone, anxiously waiting for the other party's call. She answered it almost immediately: "Hello..."
On the other end, Wen Yu said in a friendly female voice: "Your upgrade to the priority channel level has been approved. I will now transfer you to the case handling team."
Peng Chunyan said excitedly: "Okay, thank you."
Not long after, Peng Chunyan, who was getting impatient, heard a few "beep" sounds on the phone, followed by a majestic male voice.
"Are you Ms. Peng Chunyan?"
"Yes, I am."
"Have you purchased any prohibited items abroad within the past month?"
The other party's tone was tough and authoritative, like an interrogation.
Peng Chunyan's heart was beating fast as she admitted, "I did buy things overseas, but they were cosmetics, and I bought them through my best friend. I promise..."
The majestic voice on the phone suddenly turned fierce and interrupted her directly: "You are suspected of purchasing more than 1 kilogram of major contraband. If convicted, you will face 20 years in prison."
"You can remain silent. Our conversation this time is recorded in its entirety."
Everyone in the live broadcast room was startled by Wen Yu's voice which suddenly became serious and majestic.
"Oh my god! Mr. Wen, are you a crosstalk artist? You scared me to death."
"It's terrible. We were all scared, not to mention the victim who had no confidence in his heart."
"Premier Wen, were you born in Myanmar?"
……
Sure enough, with Wen Yu's ferocious attitude and vicious voice, Peng Chunyan's heart skipped a beat, and she felt nervous and chest tightness, and her breathing became rapid.
It’s her, it must be my best friend who wants to harm me.
No wonder you keep telling me how great it is to be abroad. If I need money so much, why don’t I go out and travel? Nowadays, people who are rich and have the means all settle abroad.
The rumors about her best friends flashed through Peng Chunyan's mind quickly. Many of them listened to her and went abroad, and she could never contact them again.
Before she knew it, Peng Chunyan's clothes were soaked with sweat.
"that……"
Peng Chunyan was frightened and the more she thought about it, the more scared she became.
Wen Yu interrupted her and said coldly, "But we checked and found that you have no record of leaving the country in the past month. Now you have a chance to be released on bail pending trial. You need a bail of 800,000 yuan."
"I am the only one who can help you now. Without a deposit, the security guards will come to arrest you soon." At this point, Wen Yu made a direct threat.
In fact, there was no logic in his words. If you think about it calmly, you will find the problem. But at this moment, Peng Chunyan's heart was in a mess and she couldn't calm down at all.
The beads of sweat as big as soybeans on her forehead proved that she was fully into the state.
"I'll turn, I'll turn right away, you must help me."
Peng Chunyan's voice trembled as she immediately transferred 80 yuan to Lin Bei's bank account. "I'm applying for bail pending trial."
On the other side, Lin Bei, who received a transfer of 80 yuan, was shocked and quickly reminded Mr. Wang.
At the same time, I am also curious about Mr. Wang’s collective identity in Lao Feng Jewelry Store. The activity funds are easily over one million, and from what Mr. Wang said, there may be more.
Mr. Wang, you must be a senior executive of Lao Feng Jewelry Store!
On this side, Wen Yu, who was reminded by Lin Bei, hung up the phone without saying a word.
A goal of one million has been achieved.
Another principle of the full set of skills for simulating telephone fraud: "Cut it off immediately!"
Everyone in the live broadcast room was stunned.
"it's over?"
"Fuck! Are rich women so easily fooled? It's one million!"
"One phone call costs one million. If this continues, Premier Wen will soon be able to achieve a small goal."
“It doesn’t seem that difficult!”
……
At this moment, Premier Wen gave them a feeling of "I can do it, too."
On the other side, at the legal education site, the security guards’ solemn expressions were so serious that they could squeeze water out of their faces.
This task of propaganda fraud is a long and arduous one!
Wait, how does this kid know all this?
They couldn't help but feel nervous. They had been fighting with fraudsters for such a long time, and now they were asked to plan a fraud. The framework was fine, but the details and the understanding of the victim's psychology...
Yes, it’s all about control.
They all couldn't help but sigh to themselves: "We can't do it."
The next moment, they all looked at Director Wen beside them, their solemn eyes filled with confusion. Where did they find this child?
Not to mention them, at this moment, Director Zhao, who was used to strong winds and heavy rains, was also staring at Director Wen with burning eyes.
Such a perfect scam has never happened even in Myanmar, an international fraud center.
Feeling Director Zhao's gaze that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, Director Wen felt a chill in his heart, and his bad premonition became stronger.
At this moment, Wen Yu, who had just hung up the phone, suddenly said to the live broadcast device on his shoulder: "I am responsible for the crime, and you are responsible for explaining to Ms. Peng Chunyan."
Naturally, he said this to his father who was currently in charge of the legal education on site.
After saying that, he directly blocked the woman's number, as if he was doing something insignificant.
The fishing nets have been cast out and now it's time to start pulling them in.
Thinking in his mind, Wen Yu leaned back leisurely in his chair, drinking boiled water slowly.
Director Wen was already nervous, and Wen Yu's words were like a heavy hammer hitting his heart. He staggered and almost fell.
Wen Yu's words seemed to be like rubbing salt into his wounds.
At this moment, Director Zhao's eyes passed over him and stared at Wen Yu on the screen again, and asked in a serious tone: "Is the family situation of that child very complicated?"
He remembered Director Wen saying that this was the child of a friend of his.
Could it be that Director Wen’s friend came out from there?
Director Zhao was the first to think of this possibility.
If he hadn't been exposed to it since childhood, he really couldn't think of what kind of environment could cultivate a child with such an excellent sense of fraud.
Director Wen was silent. Director Zhao's words made his already troubled heart even worse. His blood pressure, which had just been suppressed, began to rise again.
He felt a tightness in his chest and a suffocating feeling of difficulty breathing instantly enveloped him.
Director Wen subconsciously walked to the window, and the sparse bangs on his forehead swayed in the breeze.
The wind is blowing. The Wen family has actually come to this point!
(End of this chapter)