blenderwars Chapter 206 More Professional Than A Liar
Chapter 206 More Professional Than A Liar
"Hello, who are you?" Merilaja spoke first.
Um?
Why is this voice so familiar?
Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment and suddenly startled.
Grass! Isn't this the voice of the official from Paradise Island?
After all, they had only met him not long ago, so Zhao Yan quickly determined the identity of this person.
Why was he on the call list?
Just now it was clearly stated that this was a call from an internal staff member of Leyou Group.
Thoughts flashed quickly, Zhao Yan decided to pretend not to recognize him, and quietly activated the liar's exclusive skill - bewitchment.
Then he said with a serious look: "Hello, I am Interpol Vosniaya. You have been accused by your country for economic crimes. Where are you? I have some questions to ask."
Hearing this, Merilaga was shocked.
Interpol? Vosniaya? Economic Crime?
Could it be the fault of that idiot Suharto?
Thinking of this, he took a breath and denied it calmly, "Sir, I don't know what you are talking about."
Yo? Quite stubborn.
Zhao Yan raised the corner of his mouth and continued to speak, "You are Mr. Merilaja, right? You were the head of the government of Paradise Island."
"I'm warning you very seriously, your matter is very serious. If you can't come over now to cooperate with the investigation in person, then you have to pay a deposit first. If you really have no problem, the deposit will be refunded."
Zhao Yan didn't give the other party any time to think, and continued with a strong attitude.
"Now please note our public account: 67865XXXXX. Pay a deposit of US$50,000 within five minutes, otherwise we will treat you as refusing to cooperate and apply for a global manhunt."
"Oh, by the way, don't think your current location is safe. Your whereabouts are not a secret."
Zhao Yan showed a meaningful smile and then hung up the phone with a bang.
...
Merilaja's expression was gloomy and uncertain.
Damn Suharto, you can’t afford it, right? He even asked Interpol to arrest him.
At this moment, he was absolutely convinced that it was this idiot president who was not willing to be cheated by him, so he got angry and reported the matter directly to Interpol.
Merilaja also thought about whether the other party was a liar, but then rejected it.
Can a liar be so tough? Hang up the phone before he can reply?
And the other person's last words made him feel very uneasy.
Eighty percent of them have figured out his whereabouts.
"Oh, forget it, let's send the money over first."
He is also planning to make a lot of money in the future and immigrate to Western countries.
It would be terrible if Interpol misunderstood him.
...
"No, that's it?" Anda looked at Zhao Yan in confusion.
Isn’t this rhetoric too simple?
It's a bit hard to deceive ordinary fat sheep, but now you're using it to deceive the old fritters of the group?
Fang Manning was also a little confused.
Is this possible?
"Team leader, you don't understand. Sometimes the simpler the words, the more effective they are."
Zhao Yan looked enigmatic.
To others, what you just said will definitely be regarded as a liar and a lunatic.
But for Merilaga, it was just right.
Not to mention that he also used the skill of bewitchment.
At this point, the other party is probably convinced.
Anda: "..."
I don't understand?
Anda was speechless, he was the team leader.
Although the deception is not very impressive, it is not something that a newcomer can question.
"Haha, let's wait and see. If it doesn't work, you two will just work overtime, you know?"
Anda smiled noncommittally. Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.
He has seen many such people.
"certainly."
Zhao Yan logged into the bank account given by Anda just now and began to wait quietly.
Two minutes later.
He lightly refreshed the page.
"Team leader, the other party has sent money, can we get off work?"
Zhao Yan pointed at the $50,000 that was freshly printed on the page.
Anda took a closer look and was stunned.
Grass! Did you really make money?
He looked dazed and a little doubtful about life.
Is it true that the simpler the deception, the better? He is a veteran driver who has been engaged in fraud for several years, but he is worse than a novice?
Fang Manning looked at Zhao Yan suspiciously. He had long thought that he had some side business, but now he must have revealed his flaws.
How many scammers can defraud someone out of $50,000 in such a short period of time?
"Team leader?" Zhao Yan patted Anda, who was in a daze.
"Oh, yes. Your dormitory is in Building 9, 213. This is the pass."
Anda came to his senses and took two signs that looked like work permits from the side.
"Well, let's go first. Team leader, you are busy first."
Zhao Yan and the other two took the passes and left the room.
He unexpectedly discovered just now that after the $50,000 was received, the liar's career progress actually increased a bit.
He was left speechless.
After the two of them arrived at the dormitory after dinner, they found that it was still a double room.
Then Zhao Yan asked Fang Manning to wait in the dormitory and went out alone.
...
A dilapidated warehouse in the park.
"Come here, is there anyone?!" A young man in his 20s slapped the iron door hard.
"Quiet, what are you taking pictures of?"
The noise from the iron gate attracted security guards patrolling nearby.
"Eh? Brother, are you Chinese?"
The young man asked in surprise when he heard the familiar Chinese language outside the door.
"It's none of your business. Tell you, be honest with me, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
"Brother, someone here has a heart attack and can't bear it anymore. Can you get some medicine?"
The young man remembered the business and asked in a pleading tone.
They had just been in the water prison during the day, and now they didn't even have a bite to eat.
Not only was I tired and hungry, but I was also very dirty and smelly.
"Heart disease? There is no medicine, just take care of yourself."
The security guard was far away, looking impatient, and was about to leave after saying that.
The taste is too strong!
"Wait a minute! Brother, for the sake of being Chinese, please be accommodating!" The young man hurriedly shook the iron door.
"Haha, okay."
The security guard had a weird smile on his face, then took out his cell phone and informed his superiors.
After a while, several people came over.
"Who has a heart attack?" the security captain led by opened the iron door and asked.
"Here, here." The young man pointed at a pale middle-aged man.
"Take him away." The captain waved his hand, and several security guards carried the middle-aged man away.
The iron door closed again, and the young man breathed a sigh of relief and gratefully thanked the security guard: "Thank you, brother."
"Haha, idiot, you don't really think they take people away to treat illnesses, do you?" the security guard sneered.
"What do you mean?" The young man's heart trembled, and he had a bad feeling.
"Of course it's waste recycling. Having a heart problem doesn't mean there's a problem elsewhere."
The security guard looked thoughtful and let out a few strange laughs.
"..."
The young man turned pale.
He was so frightened that he took a few steps back and then sat down on the ground.
"No, you can't do this!"