During this time, there was a lot of excitement about fraud in northern Myanmar.

It also brought back my painful and bloody memories.

After thinking about it, I decided to write about this experience, hoping to give a little warning to those who saw it.

As long as I can dispel the idea of going to northern Myanmar alone, I think it still makes sense.

Regarding the Northern Myanmar Telecom Fraud Park, some netizens even feel that it is not so bloody and violent, and it is purely a deliberate exaggeration by some bloggers for the sake of traffic.

In this regard, I just want to say that what you can hear is only what the platform allows to play!

Bloggers won't talk about things like those things that fall beyond the cognitive limit and are extremely bloody and anti-human.

Because they know that even if they tell it, the platform will not let it be broadcast!

Maybe they'll be banned.

When browsing through related videos, I often see the following comments.

"In two days at most, I'll be able to get out of there!"

"If I go, I will be appointed to be a supervisor."

"I'm still yearning, it sounds exciting, and there are a lot of women."

When I saw this, I was actually laughing.

It's just a wry smile.

These ignorant netizens!

You overestimate your charm!

It's too much to underestimate the cruelty of the devil!

In real life, if you are cut by a knife, you may feel very painful.

But in northern Myanmar, in the hands of those devils, this kind of injury is the greatest charity!

In the absence of anesthetic, directly chop off your fingers, can you really feel this pain?

Can you imagine the pain of piercing a red-hot steel needle directly into your fingernails?

Not to mention the human torture of garning the waist, gouging out the eyes, and destroying the lower body!

As for girls, do you know what it means to drive a train, milk tea, and ice skate?

In northern Myanmar, in order to break your will as quickly as possible, and to extract your value in the shortest possible time, they have invented all kinds of torture!

Each of them can make life worse than death!

As long as you step into that land and don't have any connections, you're a pig!

What is the fate of the pig, I believe everyone knows.

It's to be eaten!

It's also eaten cleanly!

None of the above may be enough to make you believe me, and I won't defend anything.

I'm not going to be like a vlogger who warns you at the beginning of a video, 'Don't go to northern Myanmar!' ’。

It is also repeated three times in a row.

I just want to tell you with real and bloody facts how terrible that place really is!

I also believe that even if you only watch a few episodes of my whole story, you will discourage the idea of listening to my whole story.

To be clear, I'm not a good person in the traditional sense.

In northern Myanmar, good people don't survive.

In order to survive, I will also take some extraordinary measures.

Anyway, the people of Our Lady should be cautious!

Without further ado, the story is officially told!

Let me introduce myself, my name is Huang Yu, born in 91, from one of the countless small villages in Henan.

He is 1.76 meters tall, neither tall nor short.

As for the appearance, it has been unanimously recognized by many people and is more handsome.

Maybe you think I'm showing off, but what I'm trying to say is that if I had a choice, I'd rather have an ugly face.

At least that way there will be no unspeakable humiliation!

Tell us a little bit about my family background!

I'm not one of the lucky ones, my biological parents had a total of four sons.

In those days, superbirth was an extremely harsh thing.

My advent put a lot of pressure on my biological parents, half from life and half from government.

It just so happened that there was a couple in the neighboring village who had been married for several years and had no children.

I was persuaded to be sent to my adoptive parents' house.

Although it is not biological, it finally has a child.

My adoptive parents were still very nice to me.

But my happy life lasted only three years, because three years later, my adoptive mother became pregnant.

also gave birth to a pair of dragon and phoenix fetuses.

At this point, my tragic childhood officially began.

When I was young, I didn't know the difference between biological and non-biological children, I only knew that I could never please my parents.

No matter how diligent and sensible I am, all I get is a cold face.

Later, I went to school and got good grades, always being the first in my class.

But instead of getting better, the situation is getting worse.

It was only after I became an adult that I found out.

My adoptive parents didn't want me to change my fate by studying, because in our village, going to university meant going far away.

They just wanted me to leave my job early and then go out to work to build a house for myself and marry a daughter-in-law.

When they are older, I can be around to do my filial piety.

When I was in junior high school, I wore pants with patches and leftover padded jackets with others.

At that time, I was already fourteen or fifteen years old, and I also had self-esteem and vanity.

I had a hard fight with my adoptive parents over a new pair of shoes and clothes.

And then the eggs.

In this environment, my psychology began to become inferior and negative.

Naturally, academic performance began to decline.

As my adoptive parents wished, before the second semester of the third year of junior high school was over, I followed an uncle from the same village to work in a factory.

After I went out to work, my adoptive parents suddenly became very concerned about me.

I was asked to call home once a week, and every time I called, I was greeted with cold and warmth.

How have I ever received such care!

Immersed in the love of my father and mother, I saved money every month, and as long as I was paid, I almost sent it home.

Even in order to earn more money, I didn't go back for the Chinese New Year.

I worked in this garment factory for six years.

In an accident, I broke my leg by the cargo.

After receiving my leg bones in the hospital and giving me only 8,000 yuan, the factory sent me back to my hometown to recuperate.

At that time, I didn't have any concept of defending my rights!

It's my own bad luck to do this.

Back in my rural hometown, my adoptive parents were very kind to me in the first few days.

However, it didn't take long for the cold face of childhood to be put on again.

This makes me very angry.

In the past few years, I have bought the cheapest clothes, I don't even have a mobile phone, as long as I pay my salary, I will always send the money home as soon as possible.

Now, I broke my leg and only spent two months at home, and you guys treat me like a burden!

Then another incident happened, and the conflict between me and my adoptive parents completely broke out!

The reason was that I wanted to buy a mobile phone, but my adoptive parents refused on the grounds that the family had no money!

I'm completely furious!

In the past six years, I have sent at least 100,000 yuan to my home!

And now, I can't even buy a mobile phone for 3,000 yuan!

After a big fight, I dragged my leg that was not fully healed, and carried the only remaining more than 2,000 yuan, and went south to work again!

Six years in a garment factory made me very resistant to similar work.

In order to find a job that I loved, I walked into an agency at the suggestion of a former colleague.

That day, it was drizzling, and as I walked into an agency called Fidelity, the gears of fate began to turn in the direction of hell......