I said I could program.

Brother Dao was stunned for a moment and didn't continue to do it, I knew he was waiting for me to continue.

I quickly added that if there is underlying logic, I can build a framework and make a new system.

In addition to fruit chat, I can also do scammers, Bocai stations, and phishing websites.

I'm afraid that Brother Dao won't believe it, so I said that what I learned in college was programming.

Brother Dao was obviously moved, he put down the knife and said that he was willing to give me a chance to give it a try.

He also said that if I lied to him, I would end up like a fat man. 、

Brother Dao personally helped me unbind.

The fat man, who was still unconscious, was lifted up by Brother Dao.

In the process, the fat man came to his senses in a daze, and when he saw that he was being lifted, he begged for mercy in horror.

The blood continued to drip to the ground, and the fat man's originally ruddy face was pale at this time, and his begging for mercy was a little softer.

But when he looked at me, his eyes were full of surprise.

He was surprised to see that I was untied by Brother Dao, and he didn't understand the reason.

To this day, I don't feel guilty about being fat.

for he has laid all things on me for self-preservation.

If I don't know how to code, I'm afraid I'll end up exactly like a fat man.

The fat man covered in blood was hung upside down at the door by Brother Dao.

Brother Dao put a basin under the fat man's head.

The blood that flowed from the fat man's body ran down the fat man's chest and down his neck.

Then from the neck down the cheeks, the hair dripped down, and finally all dripped into the basin.

This scene reminds me of killing pigs during the Chinese New Year and hanging upside down to bleed.

The fat man's spirit is getting worse and worse, and Brother Dao wants to kill chickens and make an example of monkeys.

He was going to hang the fat man on the door and warn the others.

This scene is truly tragic.

I turned my head and didn't dare to look at the fat man again, Brother Dao asked me to go into the inner room, which contained a whole set of computers.

He said that if I did well, he would not be guilty of my past phone calls.

He also promoted me to be an organizational hacker.

It's important to mention here that hackers are an important player in an organization.

In addition to hackers, there are also supervisors, card heads, and water rooms, and they all perform their own duties.

As the name suggests, the role of a hacker is to make and maintain all kinds of fraudulent software.

Katou helped the illegal gang hide his identity, and they were the ones who smuggled me to the island country.

The supervisors are people like Brother Dao and Zhang Yu, who manage us.

The water house is the one who launders the ill-gotten money.

These roles have a clear division of labor and have identities.

Northern Myanmar, which is very popular now, also follows this set.

To put it bluntly, northern Myanmar is to learn all the sets of island style streets.

Anyone familiar with the rise of fraud rings in northern Myanmar should be able to guess why.

I won't mention it here for the time being, and I'm down to business.

Brother Dao promised to give me the identity of the hacker, which shows that he attaches great importance to online fraud.

In fact, if you think about it, that year was the year when short videos were about to rise.

All kinds of online scams emerge one after another.

Coupled with the world virus after 2019, the tourism industry of island countries has been hit hard.

Internet fraud has become the main industry of Fengyue Place, and it has also made a lot of money for the Style Street.

Of course, these are all afterwords, and for a while after that, I have been helping Brother Dao programming.

When I entered the computer room, there were at least three guards behind me.

They were worried that I was using the computer to communicate with the outside world.

Of course, I didn't dare to contact the outside world casually, and in order to survive, I carefully studied the underlying logic of related software in northern Myanmar.

I worked frantically day and night, and within a week or so, I successfully made a scam software.

In addition to being able to chat with the victim, you can also use the crawler to search for user information about Taobao and a certain Duoduo product.

It can even directly play the role of customer service to commit fraud.

In this modern society, who dares to say that they don't shop online?

So there are a lot more scammers.

I even found time to make a gambling website.

Originally, I like to play cards, and I also add World Cup betting and other forms of gambling to the website.

Many of the mechanisms are actually to defraud gamblers of their money.

Because it is illegal, I won't go into detail about this, I just want to admonish friends who are reading this book.

Don't gamble online, don't bet, don't think you can win big.

Anyway, after I got the software out, Brother Dao was very happy.

I personally got me a bowl of beef rice.

I hadn't eaten much meat since I came out of the dungeon, and now I ate a large pot of beef in front of me.

Brother Dao smiled and said that I have excellent skills.

And this became the reason why he later recruited programmers on the Internet with high salaries.

Brother Dao knows how to keep pace with the times, but unfortunately the programmers he recruited are as miserable as me.

In fact, after the software was completed, I also begged Brother Dao to bury the fat man.

That's right, the fat man died.

He left on the morning of the third day.

I don't know if he died of excessive bleeding or died of thirst.

For the past three days, his pleas for mercy have become quieter and quieter, and finally turned into a slight hum.

The original white and fat belly is gradually deflated.

In the winter, there is a stench and fishy smell in the house.

The bucket under the fat man's head was also filled with blood, and maggots crawled out of the scalded place, wriggling constantly.

His face also completely collapsed, his eyes drooped, and he couldn't bat at a loss.

Every piglet of us who passed by the door had to go around the fat carcass in fear.

Brother Dao regarded the fat man as a killing stick, and kept hanging at the door, alerting everyone.

The stench was unbearable even for the guards in the room.

They all wore masks, but they just pity us for being tormented by the stench every day.

I'm okay, programming in the innermost room, the door is closed, and the taste is much lighter.

The piglets outside have been completely reduced to human purifiers.

I pity the fat man, so I begged Brother Dao for mercy and wanted him to bury the fat man.

Brother Dao said that it was impossible, he wanted to let the fat man dry it thoroughly and let everyone who worked in the house see it.

Contact the outside world and offend him.

Therefore, Brother Dao is really ruthless, and he doesn't even let go of the dead.

I didn't dare to say more, so I could only eat silently.

The fat corpse is getting smellier and smellier, and slowly we all get used to it.

By the time the software and website were debugged, the room had changed.

Brother Dao installed a computer on each workstation.

He wants to get rid of the traditional telephone customer service and use the Internet to make a fortune.

Here I have to mention Myanmar again, although they started late.

But online fraud is one step ahead of the street.

I've also had a good life for a while, because online scams are much more efficient than phone calls.

Brother Dao thinks I have a lot of credit.

The men in the room, who were originally difficult to bill, can also play the role of a beautiful girl.

Scams are applied through games, chats, etc.

I have to say that some Chinese people are really stupid and have a lot of money.

For a "network goddess" who has never met, she is willing to spend a lot of money.

100,200,000 transfers, every day in the room, you can hear Brother Dao's excited roar.

And I have also become Brother Dao's favorite piglet, and every day when he eats, he has to let me eat together.

Until dinner that day, Brother Dao looked at me and suddenly said seriously.

Zhang Yu wants you to go back to the dungeon.

My heart chuckled, could it be that my organ mate had been found again?!