After visiting the penthouse suite, Abu guided us to an office on the second floor.
The office was enormous, spanning at least 500 square meters. Apart from the necessary aisles left intact, the entire space was divided into small cubicles, approximately half a person's height, resembling tiny squares of tofu.
Based on the area division, in some areas, there was only a landline on the desks, while in others, computers were placed. Without fail, most of the small cubicle workstations were occupied by busy workers.
"Here will be your office in the future. The job content is quite simple. You only need to make phone calls or chat on the computer," Abu explained with a smile before leading us into this vast office.
I roughly estimated that the office was likely divided into 25 small areas, with around 20 workstations in each area.
In each area, there were two armed thugs from northern Myanmar, constantly glaring menacingly at everyone within the area. Additionally, besides these two gun - wielding thugs, there was also a team leader similar to an inspector in each area.
They were like the invigilators during my college entrance examination, with electric batons at their waists and steel pipes in their hands, constantly patrolling the area under their responsibility.
Just a few steps after entering this telecom fraud office, we witnessed a thug from northern Myanmar, who resembled a team leader, dragging a thin young man, who was on the phone, from his workstation to the aisle and brutally beating him with a steel pipe all over his head and face.
The beating ceased only when the thin young man curled up on the ground like a dog, howling incessantly and pleading for mercy.
The beaten thin young man hastily wiped the blood from his face and quickly got up to return to his workstation to continue making phone calls.
With such a dedicated and active attitude, if he were in China, he could probably easily earn over ten thousand yuan a month regardless of the job.
"Wait," Abu walked over and glanced at the number on the thin young man's clothes, frowning as he said, "9527. If I recall correctly, you didn't even complete the most basic performance in the second - last weekly assessment. Although you barely achieved 50,000 yuan in performance in the last weekly assessment, your performance was still the lowest in the whole group."
"Today is already the last day of this week, and it seems that your performance this week is only 2,000 yuan!" By the end of his statement, Abu's voice had turned extremely cold.
I knew that the thin young man numbered 9527 was in trouble.
The weekly performance of 50,000 yuan was the minimum standard set by this scoundrel Abu for us.
Upon completing the weekly performance of 50,000 yuan, one would obtain the identity of a Level D salesperson and could live in the dirty, stinking, and damp cells on the negative first floor, with two meals of porridge and steamed buns per day.
The sole advantage of maintaining the identity of a Level D salesperson was that one would not be easily taken away for organ harvesting such as having one's kidneys removed.
After completing the weekly performance of 100,000 yuan, one could be upgraded to a Level C salesperson, and the living place would change from the basement cell to an ordinary six - person dormitory on the first floor. Although there were still two meals a day, each meal would consist of cooked white rice, and there would be some meat in the dishes.
After completing the weekly performance of 200,000 yuan, one could be promoted to a Level B salesperson, and the corresponding treatment would improve accordingly.
To upgrade to each level, the performance had to be doubled.
To live in the penthouse suite, the weekly performance would skyrocket to a terrifying 1 million yuan, which was equivalent to 4 million yuan a month and nearly 50 million yuan a year!
This was also the reason why those who became Level S salespersons could enjoy various preferential treatments after living in the penthouse suite.
If one could bring in 1 million yuan for these northern Myanmar scoundrels through telecom fraud in a week, the park would surely treat those Level S salespersons like prized assets and take good care of them.
Hearing Abu mention his performance this week, the thin young man numbered 9527 didn't even bother to wipe the nosebleed. Trembling all over, he dropped to his knees with a thud.
"Team leader, the weekly performance of 50,000 yuan is really too difficult. I even dream about how to deceive others into sending money at night, but... but..." The thin young man numbered 9527 knelt on the ground, crying with snot and tears, lamenting his hardships and hoping that Abu would show mercy.
"Is the task amount of 50,000 yuan per week a lot?"
"How did the others complete it? Didn't I also say that if the performance of a single order exceeds 100,000 yuan, one can choose to be promoted or maintain the Level D status for two weeks without assessment?"
"Am I not being humane enough to you?!"
I couldn't help but purse my lips in secret when I heard this in the crowd. At first glance, it did sound somewhat humane.
But was it really easy to deceive 50,000 yuan per week with just a landline or a computer?
Later, I learned that compared with other groups engaged in the telecom fraud business in the park, Abu's group was indeed the most 'humane' one, and it had also always maintained a top - three performance ranking in the park.
It was said that even the big boss behind the scenes had a high opinion of Abu and was grooming him to be the next supervisor of the telecom fraud business in the park.
"But I..." The thin young man numbered 9527 was about to say something, but was interrupted by Abu as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Looking at you like this, it seems that you won't be able to complete the performance this week. I don't need to elaborate on what will happen if you fail to meet the basic performance for two consecutive weeks."
Abu signaled to the two gun - toting northern Myanmar thugs in the area of the thin young man, and the two of them, in perfect harmony, came up and firmly pinned his hands behind his back.
After ensuring that the thin young man numbered 9527 was completely subdued, Abu then turned his head and said to us with a smile, "You're very lucky. Next, I'll hold a special welcome ceremony for you all to join the group temporarily."
After saying that, this villain Abu took off the dagger he was wearing and handed it to the person closest to him.
"Go and cut a piece of meat from him. Be careful not to kill him."
Looking at the dagger in his hand, the person shuddered with fear at Abu's words, and the dagger dropped from his trembling hand to the ground.
"Our group usually doesn't have many rules. The only thing everyone must remember is that you must unconditionally obey my orders at all times and in all places," Abu, the scoundrel, bent down to pick up the dagger on the ground while casually reminding us again.
As soon as he finished speaking, this brute cut off the right ear of that person with the dagger.
An extremely shrill scream instantly reverberated throughout the entire office.
"If you can't even listen, what's the use of having ears?" Abu held the bloody right ear in his hand, smiled and waved it at us, then casually threw it on the ground and crushed it with his toes until it was a gory mess.
The unlucky guy whose right ear was cut off was immediately dragged out.
I knew in my heart that what awaited him next would be a punishment far more cruel than having his ear cut off.
"Who's next?" Abu held the dagger out towards us again, and someone even set up a video camera beside him.
Only a fool would be the first to step forward.
Just as this thought crossed my mind, I saw someone raise their hand, take two steps forward, and take the dagger from Abu's hand with an obsequious look.