Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 2255: Chapter 2075: Why Am I So Unlucky

Huaxia.

Many people.

Naturally, the market is big.

- Greed.

- Fear.

As long as you grasp these two, you’ll be invincible. In Southeast Asia, most places are pretty poor, not much money to swindle, and then there’s Myanmar, and everyone got excited.

Ready to make a big move.

But.

Once inside, they were blindsided.

First.

After Ling came to power, through administrative and technical means, completely banned VoIP. As a result, the cost of numbers increased.

Of course.

That’s not a big deal.

Afterward.

Another policy came out.

The Myanmar Communication Security Management Office has a ’security education’ for every new network user, which involves listening to a ’standard fraud demonstration.’

Learn from the swindlers.

Run through the scripts.

Many.

- Winning a prize.

- Guess who I am.

- Family car accident.

- Kidnapping.

- Threat.

- You’re suspected of XX.

- Tax refund.

- Social security.

- Credit card.

.....

Almost all the common scams out there, they’ll have you experience them all, not just once, but one each time, and after this.

Every month.

There will still be one.

You could say.

That ’anti-fraud’ safety education has been taken to the extreme. After several rounds of adaptation, the difficulty of successfully scamming them has increased significantly.

Later.

Even more absolute.

International transfer control.

Well.

Even if you get the money, it’s hard to launder it out. Myanmar’s Central Bank requires that funds for cross-border consumption on personal bank cards must be deposited in the card a week in advance.

Otherwise.

You can’t withdraw it.

Therefore.

The time cost becomes exceptionally high; many people react maybe two days after being scammed, and in those two days, the funds can’t go out at all.

After reporting to the police.

Freeze.

No matter how you transfer, they’ll know clearly.

Fine.

Then withdraw it within Myanmar.

However.

However.

However.

Ling has launched an unprecedented crackdown on any illegal or criminal organizations within the country, carpet bombing, leaving no blind spots; even hooligans have disappeared from the streets.

Want to withdraw it scattered around within Myanmar.

Three words.

---Not possible.

No one’s there!

Hooligans.

Gang members.

These people are mostly moving stones in the mines now, and there are jobs everywhere; once out, they behave, not daring to commit any crimes.

Thus.

Myanmar.

Has become forbidden ground for fraud rings; just hearing about it gives them a headache. It’s because business in other Southeast Asian countries is hard that they thought of expanding operations.

But.

There are only so many choices.

Japan.

Korea.

India.

We don’t even speak their language.

Calculating.

Only Huaxia seems a bit more familiar.

Thus.

Many have their eyes on it, including the man who joined because he saw an opportunity. He just didn’t expect a pack of wolves to surround this cake.

Just took a bite.

And was immediately targeted.

Fraud.

Has turned into an industry where you lick blood off a knife’s edge. Most industries still have legal protection, but if something happens to them, how dare they report to the police?

Wouldn’t that be a confession?

"..." The man was helpless.

Making money.

So hard!

Recalling the Huaxia market, the man’s heart bleeds. Such a big cake, so enticing like a beauty, he had just taken a bite, lips greasy.

Was about to take a second bite.

Suddenly.

Someone came knocking.

Pointing at his head.

Telling them they could only watch in the future, it was too painful. His career had just hit the fast lane, only to be informed that the vehicles had no pass.

Couldn’t hit the road.

Oh my God!

Why am I so unlucky?

"Let’s go quickly; if the police come, it’ll be hard to explain." Looking around, it was as if a war had just been fought, and his men trembled at the memories.

Others were even more terrified.

"Alas!"

"Let’s go."

"Let’s leave here; what should we... do next?"

Upon hearing this.

Everyone quickly went to their rooms, packed their things, and prepared to go home for a good rest to calm their nerves, almost thinking they would die there today.

Too terrifying.

Fraud.

Even this stimulating, better to switch industries in the future.

After speaking.

The man didn’t hesitate, prepared to go back and pack his things, sighing inwardly that his luxury cars, villa, and good life were about to disappear like this.

Wuu wuu!

Want to cry!

Luckily.

I still have some family... ah!!!!

A miserable scream.

Echoed through the yard.

Seeing the cash and bank card that had unknowingly been snatched away, he was dumbfounded; that was the majority of his net worth, the cash and cards.

To avoid being traced, those cards were anonymous. Meaning, they can’t even be replaced. Gone means truly gone.

Online transfer?

Sorry.

Banks in Malay and Indonesia do not offer online transfers for anonymous accounts; many countries are phasing out anonymous accounts, let alone providing services.

"Plop!"

He sat on the ground.

"Waa waa!"

Broke into tears like the people he scammed, no different. Except one was robbed, the other deceived, the man’s grief consumed him.

"Robbers."

"Bandits."

"Bastards."

"Xie Te."

"..."

"What peers, you’re just a bunch of XX. Just because I took a bite of the Huaxia market, couldn’t you just give a warning? I back off, nothing needed this."

Curses.

Imprecations.

Vent.

He really couldn’t accept reality; it was too harsh! Most of his net worth was just snatched away; even though it was stolen, in his view.

In hand.

That was mine! How am I so unlucky!

"Ah!"

Another wretched yell.

As it turns out.

Checking online, the money in his bank cards had been fully transferred out, despite anonymous accounts not offering online transfers, but regular query services still functioned.

"No!"

Another, heart-wrenching cry.

Outside.

Listening to the boss’s, no, the former boss’s tragic screams, everyone shrank their heads, silently packed, thinking today’s blow was just too big.

They didn’t care.

"Sigh!"

Everyone sighed.

Indeed.

Do bad things.

You’ll have a day when the shoe gets wet. In this remote wilderness, luckily, the others didn’t intend to kill; otherwise, no one would know if they died.

...

"Another one down."

Shanghai Stock Market.

Park.

Tang Qing sighed helplessly.

These fraud rings are like crops of leeks, cut one crop, another grows. Too many people want easy money or sideline scams.

Hit the big ones.

Afterward.

They scatter into countless small ones; small ones grow, hit again, scatter again, over and over, really speechless, are too many lazy people, or just too many easily duped?

Alright.

Both.

Greed.

Fear.

Emotions that will never disappear; as long as people feel these, there’ll be others trying to exploit it for profit, eradicating it is truly difficult.

Like Myanmar.

Yes.

Fraud is nearly extinct.

But.

That’s built on a stringent system, with a high cost, aided by numerous cutting-edge technologies, achieving the current situation.

Hard to mimic,

Therefore.

The main focus is still to crack down on large gangs, using both formal and informal means; the former provides intelligence to help break these fraud rings.

The latter.

Like just now.

Threats.

Intimidation.

Scaring them.

But it’s not often used, after all, creating such a commotion, only in remote deep woods can it be done, as most fraud rings are in towns.