The task of running a pig-butchering scam might seem extremely challenging to others. Without a certain level of knowledge, one wouldn't be able to handle such a high-difficulty task, and even if they could, it would be exhausting.
There's a saying that goes, "Chinese people don't scam Chinese people."
However, the difficult task that Second Fatty gave me was exactly what I wanted.
"Here's the list. This overseas pig-butchering task is up to you and Bayi. After all, you two are the only top students in our class," Second Fatty said, placing a list of overseas contacts on the table and assigning us the overseas operations.
The woman who handled the overseas operations before had been killed for making a mistake, so the position had been vacant. This was the main reason Second Fatty couldn't hold his head up in front of the supervisors.
Seeing the performance of the female manager under the Killing Matt group improve day by day, Second Fatty had been troubled, unable to eat or sleep well recently.
But he didn't lose any weight.
So, he pinned his hopes on me and Bayi.
Although Bayi had been tricked into coming to Northern Myanmar for a summer job, he was still a top student from a prestigious university, far better than the other low-educated pigs.
"You two work hard. If you can secure big deals, I'll call you grandpa. I promise to buy you snacks every day and treat you like gods," Second Fatty said, patting his chest, which was even bigger than a woman's, and making a solemn vow.
His words might fool newcomers, but they wouldn't fool me.
"I don't want such a big grandson," Bayi muttered, full of disdain.
I broke into a cold sweat. This kid clearly hadn't faced the harsh realities of society.
Fearless, like a newborn calf unafraid of tigers!
"Bayi, shut up! Do you still want to close deals and gain snack freedom?" I quickly nudged his side while Second Fatty was in a daze.
"But it's true..." Bayi still didn't get my hint, his expression like that of a pig who didn't fear hot water.
Second Fatty was fuming, but couldn't lash out. After all, the overseas pig-butchering operation depended on the two of us.
Even if he wanted to punish us, it would have to wait a week.
There was an unwritten rule here: after a week of training under Professor Ace, newcomers who didn't close deals or whose deals were under 100,000 would be punished with finger chopping or nail pulling.
"Bayi, you're such an idiot! You're killing me!" I scolded him after Second Fatty left, stepping on his foot in anger.
"Brother, what did I do wrong now?" he asked innocently, looking at me with pitiful eyes, seeking an explanation.
"If you speak out of turn again, I'll knock your teeth out!" I waved my fist at him, putting on a stern face.
This kid had no sense, not knowing how he might die one day.
I didn't want this adorable, naive boy to be casually beaten to death.
"I'll keep quiet, I promise!" Bayi covered his mouth, nodding furiously.
Seeing his fearful yet adorable reaction, I couldn't help but laugh.
"Let's get to work. Try to close a deal within three days!" I said, opening my computer and memorizing a series of overseas contacts.
I had no psychological burden about scamming foreigners.
Of course, if Second Fatty put a knife to my throat, I'd scam Chinese people too.
I wouldn't blindly resist anymore, making futile struggles.
Surviving was the most important thing.
Given the choice, I'd definitely prefer scamming foreigners.
The list contained information on rich men and women from Korea and Japan, all wealthy elites.
Second Fatty said that if I performed well, I'd get bigger overseas targets—the Western market!
I wasn't interested in the market; I was focused on survival.
I added a few seemingly foolish Korean men to my friends list but didn't start chatting immediately. Instead, I left them waiting.
Of course, before activating my overseas social accounts, my profile was filled with personal photos, moods, and daily life updates.
The photos were all professional shots of sexy models taken by photographers here.
There were luxury cars, jewelry, and various revealing swimwear photos.
With a devilish figure and angelic face in sexy poses, which old pervert could resist?
"Hi, baby, what are you doing?" One of the Korean chaebols with a golf-playing avatar couldn't resist sending me a message.
I didn't reply immediately.
Three minutes later, I typed a few words: "Kawaii, I'm at home drinking tea and petting my cat."
"Wow, are you a cute little Japanese girl? Can I see your home photos?" he replied with a drooling emoji.
He was indeed an old pervert and a Japanese girl fan!
After another three minutes, I replied: "No way, I'm too shy!"
Ugh!
I almost vomited after sending it. Bayi, next to me, looked at me with a mixture of disgust and amusement.
He was close to throwing up into a trash can.
Bayi's list was full of rich old women, so he could naturally "play his part" without needing to act like a cutesy girl like me.
He didn't dare laugh in front of me, fearing a beating.
He pretended to sympathize while secretly laughing inside.
"Bayi, if you dare laugh, I'll send you back to Northeast China with a kick."
"Great, brother, you'll save me the airfare..."
"What did you say, huh?" I elongated my words, glaring at him.
Very seriously.
"Brother, I'll smack myself. I won't talk anymore!" Bayi symbolically slapped himself a couple of times and quickly started typing.
"I really doubt you got into university on your own..."
"No, I got in with my own effort. I scored over 700 points."
Seeing his clear but foolish eyes, I was left speechless.
Forget it, I ignored him and continued my "scamming" work.
"Little baby, show me, and I'll send you a red envelope," the Korean chaebol sent another message.
Could this really be a chaebol?
High and mighty in public, but utterly disgusting in private.
Whatever the case, money seemed to be their solution for everything!
Indeed, money could solve 99.9% of problems.
The remaining 0.1% was definitely due to not having enough money.
I selected a cool, back-exposing photo from my USB drive and sent it with the text: "I'll show you my back, but I'm too shy to show more!"
He immediately replied: "Little baby, show me the front, and uncle will send a big red envelope!"
Just a back photo made him this excited. What would happen if he saw a full-body photo?
I almost vomited again. After making him wait a few minutes, the lust-driven Korean chaebol immediately sent a 520 red envelope.
I didn't reply.
I just leaned back in my chair, staring at the computer screen.
What he did next made me question reality.