Northern Myanmar: A Cotton Plantation? This Is International Silk

Su He transmigrates to a parallel world, but unlike most, he finds himself in a scam compound.

From a low-level scammer to a top enforcer, he eventually builds a plantation compound.

"According to international intelligence, you are using improper means here to cultivate **. This is discriminatory..."

"What discrimination? Don't make things up. Look at this form. It clearly says they volunteered. And here are their fingerprints!"

At that moment, a dark-skinned man with lips as thick as four erasers slowly walks past, expressionless, carrying a basket of bright white cotton.

"Look at him! You can see the light in his eyes, you know! Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. Besides, I'll give you a ton of our Grade Three silk. And a black leather sofa, 12R. That's premium stuff."

"...Fine."

"Welcome to the Silk Road. We have all kinds of rare goods: gene serums, anti-aging serums, blue pills with no side effects, biological weapons, and security packages for platinum members. If you're willing to pay, you can buy anything!"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.